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sense of humor was the cherry on top of the panty-dampening cake. Simone turned to face him as he came through the doorway behind her. She tossed her keys into the small bowl on the table by the door.
    “I don’t have a shower curtain. But tell you what,” she said, “since you came all this way, you could kiss me good night.”
    He’d been looking around her apartment when she said that, blatantly assessing everything from her couch to the art on her walls, and at this, his head swung slowly toward her. “Kiss. You?”
    “It might surprise you to realize this,” Simone said, annoyed and amused and also a little aroused, “but I don’t usually have to even ask.”
    “No. I don’t suppose you do.”
    The way he said it gave her a little shiver from the base of her neck all the way down her spine, where it lodged. Simone didn’t move closer to him. He didn’t move closer to her.
    For a long few seconds she thought he wasn’t actually going to kiss her, and she would have to make the first move, because there was no way in hell she was going to let him out of here without at least tasting his mouth, just once. But then she didn’t have to worry, because Elliott reached for her, his fingers brushing her sleeve, then closing on her wrist.
    It still ached a little from his earlier grip. More a memory of the small pain he’d inflicted than any real discomfort, but her heart skipped a beat anyway. Her nipples tightened. The shiver that had traveled down her spine now spread outward, turning electric, sending heat through her belly and between her legs.
    “Come here,” Elliott said.
    It was never the commands that got her hot, but the promise of what might happen should she disobey. Frankly, Simone could take or leave being bossed around. Mostly leave it. But the threat of discipline, of punishment, of pain … that set her on fire. She let him pull her closer, step by step, as though she were hesitant when they both knew she was anything but.
    In the last moment, Elliott snapped her against him in a swift movement that made her stumble, but his grip on her wrist kept her from falling. She put both hands flat on his chest. In these heels she still wasn’t quite tall enough to look him in the eye, but she didn’t have to crane her neck to get her mouth close to his. Elliott’s free hand slipped behind her neck to cup the base of her skull, and everything inside her went liquid. Melting. She gave him her mouth, but he didn’t take it.
    His fingers tightened in her hair. She’d worn her hair short forever, finding it more flattering and easier to take care of, but one thing she missed about having long hair was having it pulled. Somehow, Elliott had found the perfect way to tug it, short or not. The brief pain in her scalp went right between her legs. Electric.
    Her lips parted. She murmured his name. He pulled her closer, his other hand leaving her wrist to cup her ass and grind her against him.
    Finally, his lips brushed hers. Soft, soft, barely a kiss at all. More like the shadow of a kiss. A murmur. At least until she opened her mouth, giving him her tongue.
    At the touch of it, Elliott groaned. His grip tightened in her hair and on her ass. Pinching. He ground his mouth on her. His cock rose between them, the heat and solid length of it on her belly sending another series of shivers through her.
    A moan slipped out of her. Another when his fingers dug deep into her flesh and his tongue stroked hers. At the nip of his teeth on the corner of her mouth, Simone cried out.
    Elliott moved back from her, blinking. If he’d let her go, she surely would’ve fallen, but he still held her tight enough to keep her steady. At least for a few seconds, and then his grip loosened.
    “That was lovely,” Simone said, a little dazed. “Do it again.”
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    The taste of her filled his mouth. The smell of her covered him. The feeling of her tight ass under his hand, the slender curve of her neck inside the cage