the elevator walls on either side of my face. He’s as close
as he can be without touching me.
I tip my face up to meet his gaze, and he leans down
and runs his nose against mine, so it’s the only contact
between us. I am so hot in the confines of this elevator
with him. I want him—now.
“I think you do, Miss Steele. I think you like to drive
me wild.”
“Do I drive you wild?” I whisper.
“Do I drive you wild?” I whisper.
“In all things, Anastasia. You are a siren, a goddess.”
And he reaches for me, grasping my leg above my knee
and hitching it around his waist, so that I am standing on
one leg, leaning into him. I feel him against me, feel him
hard and wanting above the apex of my thighs as he runs
his lips down my throat. I moan and wrap my arms around
his neck.
“I’m going to take you now, Anastasia,” he breathes
and I arch my back in response, pressing myself against
him, eager for the friction. He groans deep and low in the
back of his throat and boosts me higher as he undoes his
fly.
“Hold tight, baby,” he murmurs, and magically
produces a foil packet that he holds in front of my mouth. I
take it between my teeth, and he tugs, so that between us,
we rip it open.
“Good girl.” He steps back a fraction as he slides on
the condom. “God, I can’t wait for the next six days,” he
growls and gazes down at me through hooded eyes. “I do
hope you’re not overly fond of these panties.” He tears
through them with his adept fingers, and they disintegrate in
his hands. My blood is pounding through my veins. I am
panting with need.
His words are intoxicating, all my angst from the day
forgotten. It’s just him and me, doing what we do best.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he sinks slowly into me.
My body bows and I tilt my head back, closing my eyes,
relishing the feel of him inside me. He pulls back and then
moves into me again, so slow, so sweet. I groan.
“You’re mine, Anastasia,” he murmurs against my
throat.
“Yes. Yours. When will you accept that?” I pant. He
groans and starts t
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