“Most of my clothes are dry clean only.”
“You can borrow one of my T-shirts then.”
“Seems you’re out of them too since you’re going without one.” I lower my gaze down his body, admiring how delicious he looks. He even has a happy trail going from his belly button to below his sweats. God, I want him so badly.
“Nah. Just felt like giving you breakfast and a show.” He winks with a shit-eating smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Well, I can be your dessert if you’re still hungry…”
He places a finger under my jaw, then closes the gap between us. His mouth covers mine again, but he retreats too soon. “That’s tempting, it really is, but my answer is still no.”
I slouch back in my chair, pouting. How the hell didn’t this work? I’m fucking naked, for Christ’s sake!
“I’m really digging that tattoo, by the way.” He waggles his brows, and I quickly cross my arms over my breasts so he stops staring. I got a little butterfly underneath my left boob for my twenty-first birthday, and only my ex, Kendall, and the tattoo artist know about it.
“Too bad you’re choosing not to inspect it further,” I quip.
“I can see it fine without having sex with you. But the moment I touch you, you’ll be on me like white on rice. So…” He holds up his hands. “I’ll just admire from afar.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re only torturing yourself, you know? I hear blue balls is painful.”
“They can be. That’s why I’m going to take an extra-long shower this morning.”
Grinding my teeth, I growl and turn in my seat. He walks to the other side of the table with a stupid grin on his face. I grab his glass of orange juice and pour it into mine, leaving his empty. Then I look at him over the rim and scowl as he holds back his laughter. I know I’m being childish, but at this point, I don’t care. Eli is purposely withholding sex to make a point, but there has to be something that’ll make him snap.
And I’m going to figure out what it is.
After my embarrassing naked protest at breakfast, I take my robe and bare ass back to my room and decide if he’s not going to do the job, I’ll do it myself.
Chanel sits on my bed, watching me. “Don’t judge me.” I scowl, marching to my nightstand and finding my vibrator.
I turn it on and thank God the batteries aren’t dead. I brought it with me since I thought Zane and I would have lots of time to mess around. Instead, I’m single and taking care of myself. I’ll get in the tub and have my own fun.
There’s a knock on the door, and I smirk, hopeful Eli changed his mind.
“Yes?” I answer.
“Thought I’d bring you a shirt, ya know, in case you needed something to wear.” He grins and holds it out for me.
“Thanks, that’s so thoughtful.” I grab it and flash him a pleased grin. “Can you hold this for me?” I hand over the vibrator, and he takes it, holding back his dirty comments. I put on his T-shirt, and it hangs just above my knees. “It even smells like you.” I pull up the fabric to my nose and inhale.
He reveals a smug smile. “Guess that’ll come in handy when you’re using this.” He gives the vibrator to me.
“Too bad you don’t want to help me.”
“I’d be happy to assist you, but I know you wouldn’t play by the rules.” He takes a step back, crossing his wrists over his body, and covers his crotch.
“Well, then you could watch?” I arch a brow, hoping that’ll tempt him enough to break. “That’s not against the rules, is it?”
He swallows hard and shakes his head. “No.”
Lowering my hands, I use one to pull up the hem of the shirt and the other to turn on the vibrator, then place it over my clit. It starts humming, and I bite my lower lip, enjoying the way it feels.
“Mmm…” I purr, my eyes fluttering closed. “So good.”
“Rub it in circles,” he orders, his voice gravelly.
I do as he says, forming a fast rhythm. My back arches as I slide it down my slit and feel it vibrate my pussy. It feels so goddamn good, though I wish he’d take control and do it for me.
“Mmm, yes,” I hum again, bringing it back to my throbbing clit. I look at Eli and see the fire in his eyes as he tries to restrain himself. Biting my lip, our eyes lock, and I grin.
“I bet you need to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, badly.” I click a button and increase the speed. “God, I’m so close.”
My eyes slam closed, and there’s no holding back as my body builds closer to the edge.
Eli takes me off guard when he pushes me deeper into the room and backs me up against the wall. His hand wraps around my throat as he closes his mouth on mine, sliding his tongue in deep and fast. I moan, releasing a satisfying breath as he lowers his other hand and takes the vibrator from my grip.
He lowers it, coating it with my juices, then slides it inside me. I gasp at the intrusion and the delicious way it fills me. Gripping his shoulders, I lean into him to stabilize myself because my knees are close to buckling beneath me.
Eli kisses down my jaw and lands on my neck, sucking hard as he thrusts the vibrator in and out.
“When I’m inside you, you’ll be screaming my name, got it? Until then, you come picturing my cock in you.”
“Why don’t you just fuck me now then?” I challenge. “What are you waiting for?”
“You know exactly why…patience, baby.”
The way his tongue rolls the word baby has my core tightening, and a burst of heat soars through me. I dig my nails into his skin when he slides the vibrator to my
