Biting her lower lip, she fists the sheet underneath her. Her clit is slick and swollen and so damn sensitive. One, two … three broad strokes using the flat of my tongue and she's climaxing, her body flushed, her face twisted in bliss. Feeling her come against my lips is more satisfying and sublime than any drug. I keep pushing her, this time thrusting into her with two fingers. Her entire body tenses, winding tight, then she comes again with a sharp cry.
"Elliot … Elliot … " She chants my name almost mindlessly, her voice drugged with ecstasy.
I know what she wants, but I do not relent. I crave her pleasure more than I crave my own, and I flutter my tongue against the sensitive tissue, the highly responsive bundle of nerves, gripping her pelvis to keep her where I want her. The sound tearing from the back of her throat is more animal than human, and I growl with satisfaction and need.
Finally I sheathe my dick in a condom and drive into her. Her cunt is swollen, but so completely wet that I glide in with ease. She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging in, urging me to move.
Supporting my weight on my elbows, I link hands with her and kiss her deeply as I slam into her again and again. Her fingers squeeze and she whimpers against my lips. She's so damn primed, I know she's close to another orgasm.
And I want to give it to her, watch her shatter beneath me.
I pull away and change the angle to give her the extra stimulation she needs. Her face is glowing, and her eyes start to glaze over with another impending climax.
"I love you," I say between panting breaths. "I love you."
She unravels with my name on her lips. Only then do I relinquish control and let an awesome orgasm barrel through me. I've never felt one this powerfully. The force of it is almost frightening, and it destroys me from the inside out. But I'm okay. I'm with Belle.
I roll to my side, pulling her with me so she's lying on top. "I love you," I say again. I feel like I need to make up all the times she told me she loved me and I didn't say the words back.
"I love you too," she whispers, then kisses me on my chin. "I couldn't ask for more in my life."
"I could."
She blinks. "Well, aren't you the greedy one … "
"What's greedy about wanting to live happily ever after with the love of my life? Telling you I love you is just the first chapter."
"Who would've thought a man who ordered me to suck him off for three grand could be so romantic?"
I cringe. "Can we not talk about that? I didn't know I'd fall in love with you back then."
"I know." She hugs me. "I don't care about how we met. I'm just glad we did."
My arms tighten around her. "So am I. So am I."
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Annabelle
The next three days are like something out of the happy moments in Disney movies right before everything goes to hell in a handbasket. Since my life isn't a movie, I'm sure it won't implode, but … part of me can't stop thinking about Dennis's horrible words, especially at work.
Dad should've shot you too.
He was probably furious at having been fired. He thought Elliot, as Gavin's close friend, would be able to do something to help him keep his internship, but not even Gavin's mother would've been able to help after the theft.
As I leave work on Thursday, hair on the back of my neck bristles. I scan the lobby. Expensively dressed people mill about, and four security guards in navy-blue uniforms stand by two exits. One of them is older, but the other three are young and look like they hunt wolves with their bare hands.
I shake my head at myself. Dennis said those things, but that doesn't mean he's actually going to do something. He's always been on the impetuous side, with a generous dollop of roughness, but I just don't see him as someone who might use deadly force.
Everyone thought Mr. Smith was an affable guy, too … until he opened fire on your parents.
I shove the thought aside and get into my car in the underground garage across the street. The one in the OWM building was unavailable when I arrived. Something about a minor incident in the garage, although I don't know exactly what happened. There hadn't been any time for gossip before Jana dropped an Everest-sized pile of papers on my desk and told me to go over every single one of them for information about potentially lucrative leveraged buyouts.
When I arrive home, I dump my purse and crumple onto the couch.
"That bad?" Elliot teases.
"Ugh," I moan. "My god. I didn't know a firm like OWM could generate so much paperwork. I thought only lawyers did that."
He laughs and arranges us so I'm lying with my head in his lap. He undoes my ponytail, fanning my hair over the soft fabric of his camouflage shorts. The bright green shirt he wears is loose, but can't hide the impressive breadth of his powerful shoulders.