Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seraphine
With my body thoroughly relaxed, both from the hot water and the orgasm, I carefully get out of the tub.
Elliot helps me dry off, and with the towel wrapped around me, I go into my bedroom to find something to wear.
He stands in the doorway, watching me. It doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable.
Being around him is slowly becoming normal.
I’d questioned it for some time, but now I think it’s time to accept it.
There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing, even if the intention was nefarious at the beginning.
It isn’t now. Now, feelings are involved.
I’m not sure what Elliot will think about that, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.
It’s his fault, anyway. Coming into my life and being all caring and sweet.
Sticking up for me, making me feel good about myself, and making me feel good.
Yeah, it’s definitely his fault that I feel like this.
I pick out a pair of soft lilac pajamas. The thin pants are high waisted, and the tank is a crop top. It’ll show off a little bit of skin, while hopefully not being obvious. Though, I have a feeling no matter what I wear, Elliot will have a comment about it.
“You could have stayed naked,” he comments when I turn around. His lips turn up in a smirk and I can’t help but smile.
“Then you won’t be able to peel these off me later.”
He makes a low sound in his throat. “Is that so?”
His arm is around my waist and he’s tugging me to him, causing me to gasp.
I sink my top teeth into my bottom lip to stop from smiling.
It feels so good being here, in his arms. His warmth is welcome, even though the cold of the rain is long gone.
I like the way his body heat encompasses me; the way his masculine scent fills the air around him.
His mouth is on my neck, kissing my skin.
“I thought I had food waiting for me?” I say.
“Ah, yes. Eating comes first.”
He pulls away, once again taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen as if I don’t know where it is. As if I don’t live here. There is a container of soup sitting on the counter, along with the mug of tea he brought out here from the bathroom.
He reheats the soup and tea, putting the mug on the small dining table for me before ladling some soup into a bowl. It’s placed in front of me, along with a spoon.
“You’re not having any?” I ask.
“No.”
He takes a seat at the table with me, and I dip my spoon into the soup, blowing on it before putting it in my mouth.
I hum a sound of approval. “This is delicious.”
“I’ll have to ask them where they got it from.”
“Please do.”
I eat the entire bowl, and when he offers more, I decline. But I do drink my tea. Elliot washes the dishes, and then we go to the living room.
“What kind of movies do you like?” I reach for the remote and settle into my spot on the couch, with Elliot not far off, seated more in the middle.
“Action, I suppose. Documentaries. Comedy, if they’re done right.”
“Which comedy movies do you like?”
“You probably won’t believe this, but anything with Jim Carrey or Robin Williams always gets me laughing.”
“You? Laughing?” I gasp in mock shock.
He rolls his eyes.
“I agree though. They’re amazing. Robin Williams’ death was tragic.”
“It was,” he agrees.
“Okay, serious question.” I turn to face him, ignoring the TV for now.
“The Mask or Dumb and Dumber?”
He smirks, but easily answers, “The Mask.”
I raise a brow, continuing. “Liar Liar or The Cable Guy?”
“Oh, that’s a tough one.” He taps his chin. “I have to go with Liar Liar.”
“Okay, last one,” I say, laughing. “His serious stuff. The Truman Show or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind?”
“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.”
“Now that, I hadn’t expected,” I say.
“Why’s that?”
“Didn’t expect you to go for the romantic movie.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s romantic, though it is a love story.”
“You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story.” I quote the hook on the front of the cover and instantly blush when I see the way Elliot is looking at me. “Sorry. It’s one of my favorite movies, actually.”
“Put it on,” he says seriously. “Let’s watch it.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
I search through all the platforms to find it, but can only find it for purchase, so I click on it to buy. It’s worth it. I do love this movie. When it pops up and asks for a credit card, Elliot moves to get up.
“No,” I say, glaring as I get to my feet. “I can pay for this.”
“Well, so can I.”
“Just let me do this.”
He holds my stare. “Fine.”
I get my wallet from my purse and enter the numbers. The purchase is complete, and I start the movie.
“Come here.” Elliot holds his arm out and I move into his side.
We stay like that until halfway through the movie, then he shifts to lie down.
With his head rested on one of the throw pillows, his knees are bent slightly to fit on the couch.
I squeeze in between him and the back of the couch, snuggling close. It’s so warm here.
“How tall are you?” I ask, thinking he mustn’t be comfortable.
“Six-three.”
“Wow.”
He chuckles, pulling me closer to him. I rest my hand on the center of his chest, and the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat soothes me. When the movie comes to an end, I glance at Elliot to find him fast asleep. It’s shocking, but also the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
He’s so relaxed in sleep. Long dark lashes sit fan over his cheeks, and his lips are slightly parted.
I’m not sure if he has anything to do tonight, so I don’t know if I should wake him.
If I’m being honest, I don’t want to. I’ll lay here with him all night and enjoy every second of it.
But I never got to ask why he was here in the first place.
What made him show up? Does he need something or did he just… miss me?
I push that thought from my mind, rest my head on his shoulder, and fall asleep.
A warm, humming sensation courses through my body slowly stirring me from sleep.
Soft moans come from somewhere around me and I force my eyes open.
A dark head of messy hair is between my legs, the warmth thanks to Elliot’s mouth that is currently devouring me.
The moans are his as he enjoys himself, feasting on me for breakfast.
The soft morning light pours in through the windows, basking the room in a golden glow.
I tangle my fingers in Elliot’s hair, thrusting my hips against his mouth. He tightens his grip on me while spreading me wider, hitting the perfect spot to send me shattering into a million pieces. So glad I woke up just in time.
His lips are glistening when he lifts his face, and he makes a show of running his tongue along them, savoring my flavor.
“What time is it?” I ask, voice husky, looking toward the windows and seeing the sun up.
“Does it matter?” He gets to his feet, and my gaze goes to the thick outline in his slacks.
“I have work.” I sit up, putting my feet on the floor.
“You’re fucking the boss.” He takes a step away, but I grab his wrist. He turns to look at me.
“I was hoping to.”
He growls as he turns back to me, dropping to his knees and kissing me.
“Take me to my bed,” I say between kisses.
I’d love for him to take me right here and now, but I love the thought of having him in my bed knowing it’ll smell like him and sex when he leaves. It’ll be a nice reminder, and maybe some comfort when I’m missing him.
With his hands under my thighs, very close to my ass, he stands, taking me with him.
Before I know it, he’s putting me on the bed and climbing over me.
I work at the buttons on his shirt, barely able to get them open.
He sits back on his haunches, gripping it in the middle and tearing it wide before shucking it off. God, that was hot.
I sit up, working on his belt as he runs his fingers through my hair, looking down at me with so much lust in his eyes I can almost feel it. When his pants are undone, I shove them down eager to taste him now too. I wrap my hand around this thick shaft, and he groans, hand tightening in my hair.
“Let me taste you?” I say, looking up at him.
“You never have to ask, sweetness.”
Guiding my head to his dick, I lick up the tiny bead of precum resting at the tip. He hisses, urging his hips forward. Opening for him, he slides in, and I wrap my lips around his crown and suck.
“Your mouth is heaven.”
I take him deeper, then ease out. I do this over and over again until he’s so deep he hits the back of my throat and I’m gagging. “So good. That feels so goddamn good.”
His sounds of pleasure and words of praise have me going faster, taking more, wanting to do nothing but please him, no matter the cost to me.
I gag over and over, and he seems to like it, so I don’t even care that it’s happening.
I told him to bring me in here because I wanted him to fuck me, but now that he’s in my mouth, the taste of him is too much to give up.
I don’t want to stop. The sounds he’s making, I want more of them.
But I already knew that since the first day.
The power this man gives me over him is addicting.
I’m officially addicted to him and wanting more.
How will I ever keep my hands to myself knowing this is how he sounds when my mouth is around him?
Knowing it’ll be too easy to slip under his desk, free his dick, and suck him off at any point during the day.
While he’s on a call, while he’s looking at reports, when someone comes to the door and asks him if he wants to go out for lunch that day.
Oh, the possibilities.
“S-stop,” he blurts out, pushing me away and panting. His eyes are squeezed shut, chest heaving.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, wiping my mouth of drool that’s dripped out.
“I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock before we go to work.” He smirks, and I lie down on my back.
“There are condoms in the drawer.”
He gets to his feet to open the drawer on the nightstand and pulls out the same box I had with me the other day.
“I hope you put these here for me.”
“Considering I don’t have a dick…” I bite on my lip to stop the smile.
Tearing one off the roll, he climbs back onto the bed, settling his body over me.
“I’m not fucking anyone else,” he rasps out, kissing along my jaw.
“Neither am I.”
“I won’t.”
“I won’t either,” I say breathless, knowing we’re making some sort of declaration to one another right now. Not quite a relationship but a promise.
Pushing off the bed, he gets the condom on and then he’s pushing inside me. He doesn’t ease his way in today, just slowly and carefully goes all the way in. He’s big and it’s still tight, making me feel so full.
“You feel so good inside me,” I tell him, hands clawing up his back.
“You take me so well, sweetness.”
I want him to go faster, but he takes his time with me this morning. Deep, slow thrusts that have my toes curling and me begging for me.
When he comes, it’s with a guttural groan and his face buried against my neck. We stay like that for a long moment, our sweat-slicked bodies stuck together, trying to catch our breaths. I expect him to get off the bed when he pulls out of me, but he settles between my legs again.
“You’re not allowed from this spot until you give me another orgasm.”
My gasp turns into a moan when he latches onto my clit, suckling on it gently.
I happily oblige a few minutes later when he sends me soaring into a mind-melting orgasm.