“Can you be awake in three minutes instead?” His expression slackens in relief, and he lets some of his weight settle onto me, slotting in right where I need him. “You’re in charge of the timer.” “Why?” I gasp, arching my hips against his. “Because I won’t be able to stop,” he murmurs. “And we have to. Right?” “Yes,” I start to say, but he dissolves the word when his mouth slants over mine. There’s no easing into it. Eli knows exactly what I like—a teasing tongue sliding against mine at first, an overwhelmed groan as he takes it deeper and then pulls back to bite at my lower lip. The reality
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