Paradise Found

12

ELOISE

“Hey, Eloise, you’ve been requested,” Sara calls out.

My heart leaps inside my chest as I rush up to the tablet and look down to view who has requested me, stupidly hoping it is him even though I told myself to stop thinking about him.

Mr. King

The tablet flashes his name, and I try to contain my excitement seeing his name finally requesting me. It’s been a week since our run-in at Hyde Park, and I was beginning to lose all hope. And because of that, I’ve been baking up a storm.

I hand the tablet back to Sara and hurry down the corridors to his room. I suck in a deep breath as I stand outside the door, then peek through the one-way window to see him standing there, pacing around the room, dare I say it, looking nervous.

Is that because he’s excited to see me?

Or is it because he’s going to tell me he can’t see me anymore?

Only one way to find out, Eloise.

My hand touches the door, and I push it open. Mr. King turns around at the sound, and his entire face lights up upon seeing me. Butterflies begin to dance in my stomach as my heart thunders in my chest—I’m surprised he’s not able to hear it from where he’s standing.

“Thank fuck! I’m so fucking happy to see you,” he states, rushing to me and picking me up into his arms. He swings me around and kisses me until I’m dizzy. He then crashes us down against the bed in the middle of the room and rolls me under him. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he says, staring at me in awe, those hazel eyes wide with excitement.

“I’m here, and we’re allowed to touch finally,” I tell him with a smile on my face, and this unfamiliar feeling of happiness bubbling underneath my skin. My fingernails run along his back, the softness of his shirt is the only barrier between us. A groan falls from his lips as I touch his back, the electricity crackles between us. The next thing I know, he’s pulling up my black slip dress, exposing my lack of underwear, to which he lets out this deep, bone-tingling growl before he dives between my legs.

Oh shit.

I moan as the first swipe of his tongue slides along my slit.Yes.I squirm as I arch my back while he delves deeper, my fingers reaching out and tangling in his sandy-colored hair. He’s feasting between my legs as if he’s a starving man, and my pussy is the first meal he has eaten in weeks.

I sure as hell hope it is.

Not that you have a say, Eloise, you’ve slept with a heap of people since—but that’s my job.

I haven’t gone out and dated anyone or slept with anyone socially. There’s a huge difference for me between club sex and outside-the-club sex. I know many people who are in relationships with people who work at the club, who can see the difference because to them, sex is sex. I’m not going to lie, some people I have slept with recently have been fantastic, but in my mind all I am thinking about is delivering their requests and making sure they’re having fun. It’s never about me. Guess I can’t be upset if he’s hooking up with people outside the club. He should because there’s no option for us outside these four walls, and why would I hold him back? Plus, I’m about to move halfway across the world in the next couple of months. This is it! This right here is all you have with this man—these moments in the club where there’s nothing but the two of us in our own little fantasyland, where I can pretend to feel what it would be like to be with him in an alternative world.

He slides two fingers into me, and I swear he knows the exact buttons to push to detonate me into oblivion. Every part of my body quakes as I come apart under his expert charms. He doesn’t give me a moment to come down from my orgasmic high before he’s turning me over and slapping my ass.

“Get on all fours, Elle,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, pushing myself up from the bed and assuming the position. “Fuck, your ass is delicious.” The next thing I know, Alistair’s teeth sink into my ass cheek, and it should have hurt, but with the lingering effects of my orgasm still swirling around my body, it turns me on instead. He kisses the bite mark before giving it a good slap to push the last tingles of pain through my body and directing it all to my clit.

There’s a mirror on the wall, which I’ve only noticed, and my eyes flick to the image of Alistair fully dressed behind me. His hazel eyes roam over me with heat. With quick fingers, he unbuttons the top button of his trousers, then begins sliding down the zipper to his suit pants slowly, all the while his eyes are on my ass.I’m guessing Mr. King is an ass man.His hand then knocks my knees apart, demanding me to open wider for him. He then pulls himself out of his pants, and my mouth waters as I catch a glimpse of his magnificent dick.

Alistair raises a brow as he gives himself a couple of tugs before sliding himself through my wetness. I close my eyes and suck in a gasp at the connection, and when I open them again, two hazel eyes are staring back at me through the mirror. His teeth have sunk into his bottom lip as he slowly pushes inside me.

“Don’t close your eyes, Elle. Watch every last inch of me filling you.” He grunts as I feel every inch of him. “Watch how perfectly I fit inside your cunt.”

Dammit, he does, and he feels fantastic.

His fingers then dig into my hips as he pulls himself almost all the way out before slamming back into me.Yes, he feels so deep like this.“Keep watching, Elle,” he commands as my eyes meet his again in the mirror. “I want to sear this memory of how perfect you look into my mind.” So I do as he asks.

He keeps sliding into me agonizingly slow, savoring this moment.

My hand falls between my thighs as my fingers swirl around my clit.

“Don’t!” He grunts. “It’s my job to make you come,” he demands as he knocks my hand out of the way, his thick fingers taking my place, sliding over my aching clit.

My teeth sink into my lip as the sensations begin to take over, and my legs quiver with each thrust and flick against my sensitive bud. With every moan falling from my lips, the harder and deeper his thrusts become, it’s as if hearing me is his aphrodisiac.

“I own your fucking pleasure.” He curses a few times as he furiously strums my clit, unlocking the secret code that only he knows as I feel myself moving closer to oblivion.