In awe, I turn around to face Eli. “You bought it.” It’s not a question.
“I did,” he replies, looking down at me, his hands in the pockets of his pants, his tie long gone and shirt unbuttoned at the neck, making him look sexier than ever.
“You bought another Endee Desree painting.” I can’t believe it.
“I bought it for you.”
Taken aback, my heart turning over with joy, I gasp. “For me?”
“As a moving-in present.” The smugness in his expression carries an air of conquest, as if he already knows I’ll say yes without even asking, like he doesn’t have to.
I tilt my head to the side and ask, “And what if I don’t move in?” I’m definitely moving in, I’m only teasing.
He inhales a deep breath and rolls his eyes because he knows I wouldn’t make it easy for him. I never do.
“Then I would take it down, wrap it up, drive it to your place, and rehang it on a wall of your choosing.”
“Just like that?” I dance my fingers up the soft cotton of his shirt, scrunch the fabric between my fist and pull his lips down toward me.
“Just like that, baby.”
Baby.
I love it when he calls me that.
“You’re lying.”
“You bet your ass I am, Rebel.” He wraps his arms around my waist, eating up the space between us, the heat of his firm body against mine, then says, darkly and oh so sexily, “I would handcuff you to the bed and do that thing with my tongue you like until you can’t take any more until you’re begging me to move in.”
Mmm. That gives me an idea. “I’m not moving in.”
“No?” His eyes close to slits, calculating, a smirk tugging at his lips.
He knows what I’m up to. “Nope. I don’t want to move in. It would be terrible.” All the sex might kill me.
A low growl from his chest tells me I hit the spot, and before I know what’s happening, he’s lifted me up over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift like I weigh nothing, and is storming away from the painting toward his bedroom.
I might be squealing, but I don’t mean it. None of it. In fact, this is the reaction I wanted.
“How many orgasms will it take to convince you to move in, Sapphire?”
“Five.”
“Let’s make it six,” he says firmly, slapping my ass.
“Okay.”
Who am I to argue?
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ELI
With Sapphire’s back to my front, on our sides, I slide my cock in and out of her wet heat slowly, between strokes, enjoying every touch and kiss as we move together in harmony.
Taking my time, I explore her curves and kiss the skin across her shoulder because there’s no rush, not anymore, not now that I’ve found her and she’s moving in with me. We have all the time in the world to do this.
When it’s just me with her, like this, with only the sound of our pleasure, war could be declared and I wouldn’t give a damn because her little moans and whimpers are my undoing and I would do anything to protect her and that big, beautiful heart of hers.