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The author is not liable for any attachments formed to the MCs nor the sudden desire to have someone make you come in places that could get you a ticket.
“Orgasms should be spontaneous, Em. Not penciled in like something on an agenda.”
My sister has good taste in men and an even better radar for the keepers—it’s how she actively avoids them on her journey of liberation—so I know she means it when she says he’s a catch.
“Who do you think Brooks sold his soul to so he could be that perfect?”
“The devil or a crossroads demon?”
Being with someone like Eli Brooks would mean life in the spotlight, and that’s one of my few hard limits.
“Think of it as marking something off your bucket list.”
She laughs. “I’m serious. Live a little, girl. It’s one night. No more what-ifs.” No more what-ifs.
Eli chuckles. It’s low and sensual and sounds like something I’d very much love to hear in the crook of my neck. Or running down my side. Or between my thighs.
“The game is called truth or dare, Eli. Not say cute things you think’ll help get you under my dress.”
One of his shoulders lifts half-heartedly. “The only attention I ever wanted, I’m getting right now.”
The boy version of him tugged on every soft part of me, threatening to steal my heart with the wink of his eye. But this Eli—the man he’s become—is promising to own every part of me, and that is equally erotic and terrifying as hell.
“You could say I’m direct,” he finally says. “I like to say what I want, how I want it, and how they’re going to give it to me.”
“Because I didn’t really need a tutor for math.”
“I dare you to let me show you how obsessed I was with you ten years ago.”
“I had no intentions of coming here just to fuck you. Do I want to? Abso-fucking-lutely. But really, I wanted to make up some lost time and finally tell you how I felt back then.”
Lifting one shoulder, I confess, “My intentions tonight were to have a spontaneous orgasm, so I guess I can’t be too mad.”
“I dare you to show me what I’ve been missing.”
“I want to know you’re sure because this has been brewing for a very long time, and I intend to take everything you’re willing to give me. And I expect you to take everything I give.”
Her chest is completely still, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s breathing. “Mia.” Her lids flutter. “Yes?” “Breathe, love.”
she manages a quiet, “Truth.” “Do you like being finger fucked under a table in a room full of people?”
“You’re doing so good, Mia. Can I tell you something before I have you come all over my hand?”
A smile stretches across my lips. “This belongs to me, tonight.”
She winces, her eyelashes fluttering with a deep sigh. “Oh my god.” This makes me chuckle. “I don’t think he was underneath the table just now.”
I bring my hand up and don’t bother fighting the temptation of waiting to see what she tastes like. A deep rumble of satisfaction radiates from my chest at her arousal.
Tell me, love. If I dropped to my knees right now, would you let me devour your cunt?
“Every second my hands aren’t on you, every minute my mouth has to wait to taste you, it’s torture, Mia.”
“Eyes on me, Brooks.” I smirk, drawing his chin down with my index and forefinger. “I need you to look at me when I come.”
“Look at me. I need to see my girl’s pretty face when you fall apart for me again.”
I refuse to make the same mistake twice, and after tonight, there’s no denying the truth. This woman is mine. And it’s time she knows it.
“Not yet. But when he does, how the hell am I going to go back to my regular life?” She laughs. “You don’t. You get a mold of his dick and use it for your scheduled weekly O’s.”
“How about this,” he starts, gripping either string of my robe and slowly pulling them apart. “You ask me all questions you like while I fuck you with my tongue.”
“My secret—my truth, Mia—is that you belong to me. Always have. Always will.”
“If I asked you to take a chance on us, would you?” She smiles, her brown irises saying it before she does. “Yes.”
“Do you know how many times I had to fuck my hand to the thought of you back then?”
His admission calls to the girl in me that did the same thing. The one that screamed into her pillow with his name on her lips.
“Mia. Do me a favor, love.” “Anything,” I moan, the tendrils of my orgasm starting to unfurl. “Come.”
“I’d like for you to stand outside my window with a boombox. Then I want a confession of your undying obsession with me and how you can’t live without me.” I consider stopping there, but Eli’s growing smile pushes me to finish. “After that, Eli Brooks, I want you to keep me.” “The Diane to my Lloyd.”
I shake my head. Sometimes I swear Eli just likes getting in trouble. Well… A vicious blush blooms over my face. Eli very much likes almost getting in trouble. Whether it be on a balcony, thirty thousand feet up in an airplane bathroom, during a drive-in movie, or even as a visitor during a crowded hockey game.
