I suck in a breath, finally stopping, gripping the edge of the desk. He's staring at me, stunned, like he's trying to process all of it at once.
“Sorry,” I mumble quickly. “I talk too much when I’m nervous.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “I know. It's cute.”
His hand comes up to the side of my neck, settling my nerves instantly.
“Now listen to me. I care about you because you're you. Not because of Leo.” His thumb brushes my jaw. “Yes, I feel guilty about the past. I always will. But what I feel for you, what I choose with you, has nothing to do with that.”
My chest tightens.
“You're an incredible woman,” he continues, softer now. “And yeah, I even like your bratty side.”
“I’m not bratty,” I cut in automatically.
He smirks and nudges forward, just enough to steal my breath. “So fucking bratty.”
Heat enveloped my face.
“And I was not in her bed last night. I’m not working on our marriage. I've got about a hundred copies of the divorce papers sitting on my desk, waiting to be signed.”
I listen to everything he says, carefully.
His hand threads through my hair, his fingers tangling effortlessly as if it’s second nature to him. He leans in, close enough for me to feel his warm breath against my skin when he speaks again, carrying the faint sweetness of chocolate.
“Do you know what I was doing last night?” he asks roughly.
I lick my lips, suddenly unable to form words, and shake my head.
“I was fucking my hand thinking about you.” he pulls me tighter against him. “When you moaned my name, coming on top of my car as I sucked your clit. How badly I wanted you all night. I wanted to go to your room and eat your pretty little pussy. Make you scream my name as I fucked each of your holes.”
The way he says it totally made me weak in the knees because I really wanted that too. The idea of him wanting me like that, of him taking control so easily, sends heat rushing through me until my thoughts scatter completely.
He lifts me onto his desk without effort.
“I told you last night, you're mine. Every single part of you.”
His lips brush my ear, voice dropping to something intimate and dangerous. “Here's what's going to happen.” His mouth trails my neck. “You're going to get on your knees like the good girl you are and put that bratty mouth to use.” A soft nip at the sensitive spot on my neck makes me shiver before he pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.
“Then just when I’m about to come down your throat, you'll let me fuck your tits till I make a mess of you. How does that sound?”
I nod.
I want that more than anything. To be used by him and only him.
Elijah stills. “I need more than a nod. I need to know you're okay with this, and if not, we stop. We go home, put a film on and eat them, shitty sweets you like so much.”
I don't let him finish, even though his words melt my heart. Instead, I kiss him—hard and confidently—and his lips respond to mine. Everything he has said, everything he has promised, feels right. There’s no hesitation in me at all.
I pull back, my forehead brushing his. “You're not going to fuck me?” I whisper, voice rough with want.
He chuckles low against my mouth. “The first time I take your sweet pussy, it won't be in my office on my desk.”
I tilt my head, a slow, cheeky smile playing on my lips. “It could be hot.”
“Oh, it would be. But when I fuck you, I want you comfortable. I want to take my time and make it last.”
His hands skim my sides. “My bed. No rushing. No interruptions,” I feel him brush under my chin before he presses a kiss to my nose. “This body deserves to be worshipped.”
