Chapter 90 Can't Get Enough for You
"Dance for me."
Audrey froze.
Her eyes went wide as the simple command left Elliot's lips in that low, rough voice.
"I’m sorry… what?" she repeated, hoping she'd heard wrong.
Elliot just smiled, leaning back on his hands. "Dance for me, baby."
Audrey swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "You're joking, right?"
He considered this for a moment, stroking his chin, then shook his head casually.
"Technically... I could just pull you onto my lap and have my way with you right now." His eyes gleamed with mischief. "But since you wanted the city tour earlier, and I gave in... now it's your turn to do something for me."
Damn.
Audrey wanted to protest, but he had a point. And he was clearly enjoying this way too much.
He raised an eyebrow, waiting. "I'm waiting, baby."
"But I can't dance," she whined, trying to escape.
"You need music?" He grabbed his phone and scrolled.
Seconds later, a sensual track filled the room.
Audrey stared at him. Where was the cold, sharp-tongued Elliot she'd worked for? What other sides of her husband hadn't she discovered yet?
"Go on. Dance." He tossed the phone aside and settled back into position.
Audrey bit her lip, watching him with pure uncertainty.
The music pulsed through the room, creating an atmosphere far more intense than she'd anticipated.
Elliot sat casually on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, hands braced behind him. His dark gaze left no room for refusal.
"I really can't dance," she murmured again, hoping for an escape.
He smiled slowly. "You don't need to. I just want you to move for me."
Seeing the expectation in his eyes, Audrey knew there was no way out. He wouldn't stop until she obeyed.
Reluctantly—and with burning embarrassment—she stepped closer to the bed. Her heart raced as she began to move, following the music's rhythm.
At first, her movements were stiff, awkward, unsure. But Elliot's gaze, stripping her bare inch by inch, sent heat crawling up her cheeks—a mix of shame and something else beginning to stir.
She caught him wetting his lips. His breathing grew heavier, less controlled. His eyes darkened.
He even placed one hand openly over the growing bulge beneath his towel.
The sight of him so aroused, so openly wanting, made Audrey suddenly feel incredibly hot. Her movements grew bolder, more sensual.
She began to sway her hips gently, hands trailing along her own curves.
Elliot's smile widened. "See? You're dancing beautifully, baby..."
His voice—low, rough, deep—sent shivers through her. She swallowed hard, heart racing.
What am I even doing?!
Before she could think clearly, Elliot was on his feet. He grabbed her waist roughly and pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in pure desire.
The music still played, but all Audrey could feel was the heat of his body, the fresh scent of his just-showered skin.
"You have no idea how incredibly hot you are, do you?" he rasped against her ear.
His hands roamed her back while his warm breath ghosted over her neck.
She tensed. "I... I—"
"Shit. I can't wait anymore."
Before she could react, she was under his control again. His towel had disappeared somewhere.
This time, he guided her backward until her back met the cool glass wall—a sharp contrast to the heat building between them.
Her heart pounded as her body responded to every touch.
"Elliot... s-someone might see," she whispered anxiously.
He just chuckled softly.
He pressed closer, sharing his unbearable heat. His lips traced her neck, leaving trails that made her tremble.
"You really think you can say no right now?" he rasped against her ear before sucking gently, making her grip his shoulders hard.
He watched her surrender, his hands exploring every curve with complete dominance. One hand played at her soft peaks while the other traveled lower.
His eyes grew darker as he felt her response. His breathing turned heavy, demanding release.
"You're so wet already, baby..." His voice was rough, almost a satisfied groan, as his fingers found her core through the thin lace that barely covered anything.
Audrey bit her lip, fingers digging deeper into his shoulders. Her body tensed as burning sensation spread. She tried to control herself, but he knew exactly how to make her lose control.
Without warning, he sank to his knees before her.
With practiced skill, he pushed aside the lace and buried his face between her thighs.
"Audrey... baby..." He groaned against her skin as he began to taste every inch of her sweetness.
She moaned, head falling back, hands tangling in his already messy hair.
He smiled triumphantly before continuing his assault, making sure she'd remember exactly who was the only man who could make her feel like this.
Audrey could barely stand. Her whole body trembled, breath still ragged, but he wasn't done. He kept drawing pleasure from her core.
"Elliot!" Her grip tightened, almost pushing his face closer.
He grew even more eager until she couldn't hold back any longer and shattered against his mouth.
Before she could catch her breath, he stood and spun her around, pressing her chest against the glass. Now she was facing outside.
"Elliot..." Her voice was weak, half protest, but he just smiled.
"Shh... just enjoy it, baby."
Her breath caught as his hands traced her thighs, spreading her slightly. Then, in one motion, he entered her.
She gasped, head falling back against the glass, hands fisting against the surface. The sensation was so intense, so deep, she could only close her eyes and let it happen.
He groaned low, savoring every second.
"You know," he whispered in her ear, voice thick with desire, still moving, "I love seeing you like this. Completely surrendered to pleasure only I can give."
She bit her lip, embarrassed but unable to resist the sensations he created.
His movements grew deeper, more demanding, filling every part of her.
No matter how hard she tried to stay quiet, soft moans still escaped.
Her fists pressed harder against the glass as heat flooded her body.
He pressed closer, fingers tracing her spine before gripping her waist, controlling their rhythm completely.
"Shit, Audrey... I can't get enough of you." His voice was raw, full of possession.
He bent, biting her shoulder, marking skin that would still show tomorrow.
She could feel his intensity—every movement claiming her, demanding, giving no room to escape.
She gripped his wrist where it circled her waist, body shaking with his increasingly wild rhythm.
"Elliot... I'm... I'm..." Her voice dissolved into moans. She was climbing toward another peak.
He kissed her neck with abandon. "Let it go, baby..." He quickened his pace until she shattered again.
This time, he let her breathe—but only for a moment. Then he gripped her waist and guided them both toward the bed without pulling out.
"Bend over," he commanded, voice low with authority, pushing her gently until she was bent over the edge of the bed.
Then he continued.
Audrey was exhausted, but the pleasure was undeniable. He grew wilder.
Then—a phone vibrated nearby.
Both of them glanced at it.
Catherine.
The name flashed on screen. It buzzed insistently.
Audrey, still breathless, looked at him, hoping he'd stop.
"Elliot... i-it's... Catherine..." she gasped.
He just grunted, completely uninterested in stopping. "Ignore it."
"But it seems important—"
She didn't finish. His lips found her neck, then whispered in her ear, low and firm. "You're more important, baby."
But Catherine didn't give up. The phone kept buzzing, demanding attention.
Elliot sighed, annoyed. With one hand, he reached for the phone—without stopping—and swiped to answer. He pressed speaker.
"Elliot! Why would you—"
"Elliot! Finally!" Catherine's cheerful voice came through.
Audrey tensed immediately. She stared at him, shocked and furious, but he just smiled innocently.
He even leaned closer, kissing her neck slowly before answering lazily, "What?"
Audrey clamped a hand over her mouth, body trembling as he kept moving, hitting every sensitive spot with dominance.
"I... just wanted to check on you," Catherine's voice wavered slightly, thrown off by his obvious disinterest.
"I'm fine." His reply was flat. Bored.
Audrey bit her lip hard, fingers gripping the sheets, trying to control herself. She could feel every movement, every touch burning through her.
"Oh. Good." A pause. "Actually, I wanted to meet. About our project—"
"We'll talk later. I'm busy." Elliot cut her off coldly—but his hands on his wife grew even more demanding.
Audrey jolted, breath completely uneven. He's insane!
"Oh? Busy with what?" Catherine asked, a hint of guilt in her voice.
Elliot glanced at his wife's completely undone face, then bent toward the phone, making sure his words were clear. "Fucking."
Audrey gasped. Her eyes went wide with disbelief, but her hand stayed clamped over her mouth. She glared at him. He didn't care.
On the other end, Catherine paused. Then she laughed awkwardly. "You're not serious, are you?"
"I'm fucking serious." His voice was deep, rough, utterly certain.
Audrey shook violently, right on the edge.
"Elliot... please..." she whispered desperately. He answered with a tighter grip on her waist.
Then he thrust deep, and she lost all control.
"Ahh—ELLIOT!"
"FUCK, AUDREY! YOU'RE SO GODDAMN GOOD!" He groaned loudly, grip tightening as he pushed deeper.
They both knew Catherine heard everything.
Silence on the other end.
Elliot continued as if nothing happened. Audrey couldn't hold back anymore.
"ARE YOU FUCKING YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE SECRETARY RIGHT NOW?!" Catherine's voice exploded through the speaker, raw with fury.