Chapter 18

18

E lijah had been back for a week now, and to say that we’d spent a fuck ton of time together was an understatement. This man had me with him every spare moment he could, even if we weren’t fucking.

I’d never known a man in this club to be clingy, but Elijah? He’d been clinging to me since he had caught me packing to leave the club.

I hated that it made me all warm and fuzzy inside, especially since he was technically still married. It didn’t matter that he had filed divorce papers. None of it mattered unless his wife signed them as well.

Otherwise, he would remain married, and I would just remain his side piece.

I groaned when my phone vibrated beside me on the mattress. I had just woken up – like I was still coming out of my slumber, and already, someone was fucking bothering me.

I slapped my hand around on the mattress until it landed on my phone. Groggily, I swiped my finger across the screen, punching in my passcode. Elijah’s name stared back at me.

Get your fine ass in my room – now.

Sighing, I rolled out of bed and shoved my feet into my slippers as I snatched my robe from the back of my door, tugging it around my frame. I was wearing a pair of panties and a large t-shirt that belonged to him. It was one of the many black t-shirts he owned, and I doubted he even noticed it was missing.

He was leaning against his doorframe when I stepped out of my room. That lazy grin I was coming to love tilted his lips as his eyes roamed my body. “Fucking missed you last night, doll,” he rumbled as he reached out and grabbed the front of my robe. His lips met mine in a kiss so hot, my toes curled in my slippers. “Fucking can’t stand it when other charters ride through sometimes, especially when it cuts into my time with you.”

It was times like this when he said these sweet words to me that I forgot all about who we were and what we were doing.

He pulled me into his room and kicked the door shut, locking it behind us. He kissed me again as he tugged at the rope holding my robe together, letting it part. I dropped my arms, letting the silky material slide down my arms.

He hummed in appreciation. “Thought I was missing a shirt.”

I smiled, my cheeks warming. He’d noticed after all. “Want it back?”

He shook his head as he backed me up towards the bed. “Looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does on me, doll. Keep it. Take any fucking shirt of mine that you want.”

When the back of my knees hit the bed, he lifted me up and settled me on the mattress. I moaned when he slid his hands up my thighs, his thumbs grazing over my cunt before he gripped the hem of my panties and pulled them down my legs.

I pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head, leaving my body bare for him, just as he liked. He groaned appreciatively before he shoved my thighs apart and buried his face against my pussy. I cried out his name as he sucked on my clit, but before I could move my hips against his face, he held me still, locking my body down, leaving me completely at his mercy.

I whined his name, my back arching off the bed as an orgasm tore through me, making me lose my breath. I clutched at his hair, gasping for breath. Elijah kept lapping at me, slowly working me down from that high.

I lay panting on his mattress as he stood back up and stripped out of his clothes. With a hazy smile, I opened my arms to him as he moved over me.

As soon as he sank deep inside of me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He groaned my name into my neck as his thrusts became harder, more powerful. It felt like he was trying to break me all while his arms held me together.

A scream tore from my lips. Elijah clutched my body against his as he quickly found his release with mine, pumping his hot seed inside of me. After, he held me in his arms, his heart hammering against my chest.

“Fucking hell,” he finally groaned.

Fucking hell was right .