Loving, Owen. [MXM]

9 - Fear of getting hopes up.

Elijah's mouth devoured mine making every thought I had scrambled. His hands cascaded down my back only to grip my ass causing an audible gasp to exit my mouth.

What is he doing? What are we doing?

No man has ever touched me like this.

Like they desired me.

I could hear a low growl escaping Elijah while his erection grazed against me.

He's turned on? By me?

"Elijah," I mewled, but Elijah only grunted as he jerked his hips forward making me feel his erection under his green sweatpants.

My stomach tightened at the feeling but I could sense the brimming of my excitement becoming prominent in my cargo pants.

This is getting out of hand. He's my boss, I shouldn't be doing this.

"Owen," Elijah rasped his voice dripping with desire as a hand of his moved from my ass to grip my erection.

Wow.

His mouth moved onto my neck kissing and sucking anywhere it went. I couldn't help but chuckle when the feeling of Elijah's beard ran against my skin.

"Mr.Reed," I called. Elijah growled before playfully nipping at my neck.

"You know I find it sexy how you say that,"

"Mr. Reed. Say it again, "Elijah growled kneading my erection through my pants.

Ohh, God.

Elijah's hand continued to tease as he whispered in my ear begging me to say his surname once more.

"Mr. Reed," I panted. I could sense the wide smile that began to form on his face as I then heard the sound of my zipper being pulled down.

That was finally the wake-up call I needed.

"Elijah we should stop," I panicked.

I know Elijah wasn't like that man, but I didn't want to rush or start anything I'd regret.

Immediately Elijah halted his movements.

"I'm sorry I-I"

"Sweetheart it's okay," He consoled wrapping his arms around me.