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*PREVIEW(CH. 19)*
"Can you tie me up, please?"
She asked as she fumbled with the strings.
Before she pulled away, I snaked my arm around, hauling her flush.
"Your hair looks good like this, too, Renae,"
I cooed, twirling a loose braid with my finger.
The sound of my voice made her jump, but before she could turn, my tongue caught a droplet of water trailing down the valley of her spine.
"Elijah!"
She gasped, her back arching instinctively.
"You scared the life out of me!"
I brought her hand to my mouth, her skin buttery soft. I trailed my lips down the inside of her wrist, then peppered kisses all the way to her shoulder.
"So it's okay for Sam," I rumbled, my breath hot against the column of her throat.
"But not little ol' me?"
"Little?! I didn't know you were home!"
She huffed.
"You seemed real keen on taking your sweet ass time."
"I ran into a noisy ass birdie,"
I muttered, pointing a chin toward the ground where the bags sat.
"But I got your things."
"By birdie, you mean another one of your deranged exes."
Amelia softened, her index pulling to expose my new smile.
"Oh, this is not as bad as I thought."
She murmured.
"You really put my initials on your teeth?"
Fuck.
I nodded, licking my lips as her hands travelled low.
"Figured with as much as I like havin' you in my mouth, might as well keep your name there too."
I let my tongue make a wet stroke over the shell of her ear.
"Elijah,"
She breathed, her warning felt like it was laced with honey.
"You know I'm not a woman who plays nice with temptation. What are you gonna do if I just fuck you right here?"
My mind went white as I licked my lips, the taste of her skin still heavy on my tongue.
I reached down, rubbing my palms over the denim before I gave my thighs a firm pop.
"I'd tell you to quit talkin'. And start movin'. Harder."
I teased, a cocky grin spreading across my face.
"Hell, just pull those pretty little panties to the side right now and make that threat a promise."