“You heard the woman,” Tobias says, his mouth in her hair now, too, his index finger slowly brushing side to side over the hard point of her nipple, through the barrier of her dress. “Let’s go. Every second she goes without pleasure is a travesty.”

Banks’s mouth rides across the smooth ridge of her shoulder. “It scares me that I’m beginning to agree with him more and more.”

The elevator doors whoosh open and that’s when it occurs to me that I actually have to walk while this aroused. Holy shit. I’m barely able to stand. “Just get me there,” Elise murmurs against my mouth and I am flung into motion, simply because she asked me. She made the command, and my entire life seems to be about her needs now. Elise needs it and I deliver.

No questions asked.

The three of us are walking down the hotel corridor, Tobias leading the pack, key in hand. I carry Elise in my arms, glancing right and left for threats, as if a monster is going to jump out of the shadows and snatch her away. It’s a ridiculous fear, but logic doesn’t apply to how I feel about this woman. Banks is behind me and without seeing them, I know they are having some kind of communication through eye contact, the way they frequently do. For some reason, that doesn’t make me as jealous as before. He looks out for her. He checks in with her. Elise should have as many people protecting her as possible, shouldn’t she?

Tobias taps the key card against its sensor, holds the door open as I carry Elise inside. My heartbeat is rapping loudly in my ears. I’m salivating, my hands moving of their own accord, sliding up beneath her dress to cradle her naked ass cheeks, no way to stop myself from thrusting my hips upward, making her whimper. And we attack each other’s mouths, the privacy of the room peeling away that last iota of hesitancy.

A hand on my back guides me through a parlor, a living area and finally we’re in the bedroom. I sit down on the edge of a bed without seeing it, Elise a full on cock tease in my lap, riding up and back while pushing the tuxedo jacket over my shoulders and down. Off. Her fingers working the buttons on the front of my dress shirt. She forgets to untie the bowtie, so I must look like a Chippendales dancer. Ask me if I care when she’s struggling to breathe against my mouth, her fingernails scraping across my scalp, looking into my eyes and making sense of all the pain and turmoil and confusion I’ve felt over the last few months. Maybe longer. Maybe my whole life. She’s here now and it’s fine.

A lamp is turned on with a click, filling the room with a golden glow.

Banks lifts Elise off my lap and I growl, trying to haul her back down. Until he quickly lays a hand on my shoulder. “Relax. I’m undressing her for you.” He stares at me hard, but there’s no aggression there. Something tells me he’s just trying to reach me through the Elise-fog that’s surrounding me. “Put on protection for her.”