Her neck arched as she tossed her head back. Watching her come apart at the seams up close and personal was so erotic I nearly went with her.
Her moans reverberated through my bones, and the way she held on to my arms as her body set free fed me down to my core.
I fell onto her, riding her hard, thrusting deep. Curling around her, holding her in my arms, I gave her my all. She cooed my name, clenching me tight within her, and there was nothing else. Only this. I spilled my pleasure in her, filling her to the brim. She cried out in sync with me, my name in sweet coos. My mouth latched on to her throat, sucking her soft skin until I needed to breathe again.
“Catherine.” I rolled my forehead along hers, and she sighed, combing through my hair.
“Elliot.”
I grinned at her, lightness filling my chest. “You’re lovely.”
She grinned back. “Thank you. You’re lovely too.”
We rolled to our sides, and Catherine winced when she ended up in the puddle she’d made.
“You’re going to have to change your sheets.”
“Or…” I curled my arm around her waist, utterly content in a way completely unfamiliar, “I could sleep with you in your bed, so I won’t have to worry about it tonight.”
She looked at me for so long I thought she’d deny me.
“You want to sleep with me?”
I raised my brows. “Were you going to leave me in here all by myself?”
“Well…”
I palmed her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh. She wanted it, but she wasn’t ready to say it. It was fortunate I had no trouble taking charge.
“Put on your pajamas, sweetheart. We’re having a sleepover.”
Chapter Twenty-six
Catherine
Elliot left before Joey and I got out of bed, whispering goodbye to me and pecking my cheek. He had his routine, meeting Weston and Luca at the gym most mornings and rarely deviated from it. It was something I admired about him, along with his magic dick and incomparable mouth skills.
I learned something else about Elliot last night: he cuddled. He fell asleep beside me, but as soon as he’d passed out, he’d thrown his arm around me and pulled me close. I hadn’t thought I’d be able to sleep like that, but the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I wasn’t a walking zombie yet again.
So, when I passed Joey-Girl to Freddie and ventured into the kitchen to make breakfast, I was in a pretty great mood. Seeing the note waiting for me on the counter made it even better.
Catherine,
We’re having lunch together today. Write it on my schedule. If I have an appointment, reschedule it. In fact, reschedule all my lunch appointments from now on.
Please.
There’s an iced coffee waiting for you in the refrigerator.
Yours,
Elliot
P.S. You are a hardcore cuddler. No sense of personal space at all. I liked it.
Laughing, I tucked his note away with the others. If that was the narrative he was going with, I’d let him. I knew the truth. Elliot Levy was the cuddler. That was going in today’s postscript.
Elliot took me to lunch. I hadn’t allowed him to reschedule all of his lunchtime appointments—mostly because it would have been me doing all the legwork—but now, I was questioning myself. Sharing a baby-free meal with him had been nice. Really nice. And now we were walking back to the office together.
And he was holding my hand.
I wiggled my fingers between his. “We should really stop this.”
He clamped down on my hand. “Why would we do that?”
“Because we’re almost back to the office and might see people we know.”
“And?”
I huffed. “And…there will be questions.”
“Are you worried you won’t have answers?”
I wiggled my fingers again. “I’m not worried, but I am private.”
“Hmmm. All right. We don’t have to hold hands.” He dropped my hand only to wind his arm around my waist. “Better?”
“Yes. That made a huge difference.” Laughing, I shoved him, but there was no strength behind it. “You need to not be touching me. I have to get back in work mode.”
He sighed heavily, letting go. “Am I allowed to walk beside you? Or will people think we know each other?”
“Actually, now that you mention it, if you could just walk a few paces ahead…”
Grumbling, he shot me a grumpy glare, and I giggled.
I was still laughing when a man stepped into our path. “Where do you get off, Levy?”
Before I could process what was happening, Elliot’s arm shot out, shuffling me behind him. He didn’t cut off my line of sight, though. I took in the angry man who’d obviously been waiting outside the building for us. Gavin looked nothing like the jokey, carefree man I’d met on the Rockford rooftop. Beads of sweat dotted his mottled red forehead, and his tie was crooked around his bobbing throat.
“If you need to speak to me, make an appointment,” Elliot stated without emotion.
Gavin must have been working himself up to a lather while he’d been waiting for us, so Elliot’s careless dismissal incensed him. He tossed his arms out, his face darkening to near maroon.
“You canceled my fucking lease, Levy! Where the hell do you get off?” Gavin loaded a hundred tons of anger into his accusation while keeping his voice low.
“This is something my lawyers should have explained. Accosting me on the street won’t get you anywhere.” Elliot folded his arms, visibly unruffled by this confrontation.
“You can’t just do that. I spent months finding that office space, and you decided I have to start all over because I flirted with your secretary? What kind of man are you? What kind of business are you running?”
Gavin paced in front of us, anger radiating off his vibrating limbs. His eyes met mine, and he stopped moving, looking at me like I was a lifeline.
“Did he tell you he did this? Can’t you talk some sense into him?”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I—”
Elliot held up his hand. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Catherine. Gavin chose to trespass in my building and sexually harass my employee. In the initial leasing agreement you signed, there was clear language that stated violation of the rules of Levy Development would immediately nullify your contract. Your lawyer should be able to explain that to you. It isn’t my job.” He straightened his tie, cool and collected.
Gavin’s wild eyes bounced from me to Elliot and back again. “Oh, I get it.” He huffed a laugh like he was about to pull one over on Elliot. “You’re into your secretary and pissed she was responding to me. If you hadn’t interrupted, I would have had her number. One date, I would have had her on her back. You didn’t like that, did you? The thing is, it isn’t my fault she’s more into me than you.”
Elliot scoffed. “You really have no idea what you’re talking about. I suggest you walk away.”
Gavin focused on me again. “You know how fucked up it is to get involved with him? When he’s finished with you, you’ll be out on the street just like Donald Rockford. Hope you have a backup plan, kitten.”