His hands cup my breasts and squeeze my nipples. Heat floods through my body and makes me see stars. It’s impossible to hold my screams of pleasure inside.
How does he know exactly how to touch me? We haven’t been together that long.
Feeling my walls starting to tighten, I tell Eli to rub my clit. He moves his two fingers over it in circles. It doesn’t take too long until Eli brings me over the edge once again.
Clenching around him during my aftershocks, I notice that he is ready to come soon too. His movements are hurried, and his muscles are tight.
He starts pounding into me like we’re racing against time. The moment he lets go and comes, I hear Eli muttering under his breath about how much he has wanted this and how amazing it feels to have meright here.
We stay there, our bodies together until it is time to take care of the used condom.
I pull my jeans and underwear up while trying to even out my breathing. Looking at him over my shoulder, he seems pleased with himself. Bending down, Eli picks up the random items that fell during our session. It seems like we need to buy Marianne another cactus.
My cheeks start reddening as I consider how many heard us. After getting dressed, I peek out of the office and I’m relieved to find the studio empty.
* * *
The following day, I wake up before Eli. The first rays of the sun come through the massive windows around his bedroom and paint it gold. We forgot to close the blinds last night in our sex-filled haste.
I look at his naked back and dimples above his perfect butt. My mind relives yesterday’s events.
The photoshoot.
Our session at Marianne’s office.
Rounds two and three at his penthouse.
Dinner in the candlelight.
All the touches, kisses, and sounds.
It was just like all my dreams and more.
Walking out of the bedroom, I decide to use my alone time wisely and go around his penthouse apartment.
There’s a massive dark bookcase in his office. I start going through his books. There are books about business and technology, some children’s books, and crime novels—such a weird combination if you ask me.
I remember him talking about his niece Rosalie and his volunteering with the children, so it would make sense that he has books in his office. But I didn’t expect him to read crime fiction like murder mysteries and detective stories. He seems more like the type who would read comics and graphic novels. But I do like seeing that he enjoys reading. Many books look like they have been read.
When I am putting back one of the books I picked up, Eli walks into the room in his black boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. I stand there studying his books and the bookcase more, side-eying his gorgeous half-naked body.
He notices my reaction to his bookcase and explains, “I found this beauty once on a business trip in South England near London. All the aesthetic designs are hand-carved, and they estimated the bookcase to be a family heirloom from the 1840s.”
Eli runs his hand on the surface before continuing, “I couldn’t leave it in that antique shop. It cost me a ton of money, but I didn’t care. It’s not like I don’t have the money to do what I want.”
His comment acts as a reminder that Eli does what he wants. No matter what.
It’s why I am falling for him again—hisheadstrongyet ambitious nature.
And this is where I am supposed to be right now.
17
MAGGIE’S DIARY
FOUR WEEKS AFTER THE FIRE
Days since I last saw Eli:Too many
