I was done waiting.

I had to have her.

Even through the haze of lust, I knew it was the right call. Dragging it out, using sex as the carrot to get what I wanted … wasn’t that just another form of control that would make Elle more likely to bolt? The thought hadn’t occurred to me until just now.

Her eyes fluttered open, out of focus until they locked on me. My expression must have been a fuck ton more serious than I’d intended, because her brow wrinkled, and some of that easiness I loved drained away.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I didn’t want her thinking anything was wrong, not when everything between us was so fucking right.

“Not a damn thing. Change of plans … we’re going to be very late to that appointment.”

Elle blinked, not getting what I was saying for a few seconds. And then … realization. “Wait, you mean…?”

“Done fucking around. I want you. You want me. No more wasting time.”

She swallowed and nodded.

I didn’t wait for any other sign that she was down with this plan. I leaned forward, slipped my arms under her legs, and lifted her up. I carried her the same way I had to the couch, except this time we were headed to my room. I lowered her onto the mattress and she scooted up to the pillows, laid out in the center of my bed. Naked.

All the things I’d done in my life had led me to this moment, and I couldn’t regret a single one because they’d gotten me to Elle.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Shit timing. I almost ignored it, but I needed to tell Mathieu to reschedule this morning’s appointment for later—much later. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled it out.

A text from Mathieu.

Dude is wondering where da fuck u at. What do I tell him?

I glanced at Elle, who was studying me expectantly.

“That better be important.”

Spitfire. God, I couldn’t wait to get inside her.

“Buying us a whole free morning.”

She raised an eyebrow, then nodded in what I assumed was approval.

I tapped out a reply.

Reschedule for lunch.

I dropped my phone on the floor, not bothering to wait for Mathieu’s response. If it pissed off the guy or he couldn’t reschedule, it didn’t matter. There was nothing more important than what I was doing right now. The world could burn for all I cared. Nothing was stopping me now that I’d made my decision.

Elle continued to watch me. Waiting.

The wait was over.

I tugged my boxers off my hips and dropped them to the floor.

“Thank the Lord,” she whispered, a smile playing on her lips even as her eyes widened.

“That is my name.”

“And so fitting … because Lord oh Lord.”

A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. Only Elle.

She reached her hand up to her throat and trailed it down between her lush tits, across the curve of her belly, and then lower. She dragged her fingers back and forth above her pussy—as if my attention hadn’t already been on it.

“You don’t even have to try to tempt me. All you have to do is breathe, and I’m dying for you.”

She dipped a finger lower, sweeping across her clit, and her hips bucked.

The woman was taunting me. I came around the side of the bed and pulled open the nightstand drawer to grab a strip of condoms and tossed them on the bed.

“That looks ambitious.”

“When it comes to you, I’m feeling really fucking ambitious.”

Within seconds, I was kneeling over her. We weren’t touching an inch of skin yet, and already my dick throbbed and demanded to be inside her.

One of my very favorite things about Elle was the fact that she wasn’t shy or hesitant. She lifted her hand from where she’d been teasing us both and went straight for my balls.

The woman was one of a kind.

“Jesus, Elle,” I groaned as she cupped them. My cock was already rock hard, but now my balls were following suit as they rose toward the base of my dick.

“I even think your balls are sexy. That can’t be normal.”

With Elle, there would never be a dull moment.

“I ain’t complaining. But my cock is feeling lonely.”

I reached down and covered her hand with mine, unwrapping her fingers and sliding her palm up the length of my dick. Her fingers closed around me, and I’d found paradise.

Only two strokes and I had to pull her hand away.

“I wanted this to last. Take my time with you. But you’re blowing my plans straight out of the water.”

“I’m not complaining,” she breathed, a smile curving her face.

“I’m guessing you’re not, considering the way you just went for it. Hope you know what you’ve unleashed.”

“Bring it, pawn star.”

I’d never had a woman challenge me in bed—beg me or tease me? Sure. But challenge and taunt until all my alpha instincts were poised to break free and charge? Never.

From Elle, I fucking loved it.

She spurred me on, pushed my arousal to the next level.

I grabbed a condom and tore it open with my teeth.

I didn’t like giving up control in the bedroom, but when Lord stared down at me, blue eyes blazing as he slid the condom down over his cock, I decided that whatever he wanted to do with me, I’d be more than on board.

He had this intensity, this single-minded focus, this … everything.

I waited, not sure if he was just going to spread my legs and slam home … or if he was going to tease the ever-loving hell out of me for a bit longer before I finally got to experience that monster of a cock.

Thick and perfectly veined—it was the biggest I’d ever seen. And then there was the matter of the two silver balls winking at me from just above the base.

“I can’t believe you’re pierced.”

His smile was slow and lazy. “You’ll like it.”

“Pierced and tatted … and sexy as hell.”

The smile turned up a notch. “And you’re neither and still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve thought about it … just never could decide.”

Lord’s hand landed on my hip and climbed up my ribcage to cup my breast. His thumb swept over the nipple, and it puckered even harder.

I arched into his hand as he plucked and tugged.

“You ever decide, you let me know. Can’t improve on perfection, but these would look fucking hot pierced.”