The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(45)

“Bad.” He chuckles before he sobers. He wets his bottom lip, and my gaze transfixes on the motion. Everything gets a little warmer. “Luce, you’ve not even had a little bit of my bad yet.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Yet. You have to add a yet. Like you’re going to give me more of it.”

“Do you want more of it?”

Holy mother of balls. “I don’t know. Do I?”

“I’m not sure how much I can give from three thousand miles away.”

“True.” But if there wasn’t the distance. I sigh and sink into the cushions at my back. “What do you think would have happened if I didn’t come to New York and the restroom thing still happened?”

His face transforms into a knowing smirk, and it makes my stomach flip and bottom out. “Luce.”

Oh boy. “You think something would have happened?”

“Do I think I’d have been able to keep my hands off you after I touched you in that restroom?” He waits, knowing I don’t have the answer. “Fuck. I’d have tried, but it wouldn’t have done shit. You know how it is with us.”

I do, but that didn’t stop him messing around with Harriet straight after. “I don’t regret it. I meant what I said, but it does rock me a little. I don’t know what we’re supposed to do from here.” I run a hand through my hair and watch as his jaw works.

It’s his only tell that he’s bothered. He’s always so relaxed and unaffected. “How about we go with it,” he suggests.

“Go with it?”

“No pressure. Just us, like always.”

So very Elliot. “I don’t think I can do normal with you anymore; I think about what happened all the time.” I wring my hands in my lap, trying not to bring them up to cover my face.

This is too much.

He is too much.

“You don’t think you can do normal? Are you forgetting that you were walking around in a face blanket five minutes ago?”

“Face blanket.” I laugh, dropping my head back. “It’s a sheet mask, and it’s really cold.”

“Would you fuck me, princess?”

My face drops along with my jaw. “I—”

“That’s a yes.”

All the air whooshes out of me. “Why do you do this to me? You have to warn me.”

“You want me to warn you when I’m going to be bad?” he taunts, using my own words.

“Yes! You come at me, and it messes with me.”

“Alright.” He rolls his lips and lies back on the pillow, tucking his hand behind his head, getting comfy. “Luce?”

“Yes, Elliot.”

“I’m about to fuck you with my words.” He grins and watches the screen with a tilt to his chin, looking down his nose at me.

It’s too flirty.

Too good.

“How about we play a game? I’m going to ease you into this.”

“What’s the game?” I ask, apprehensive about where he’s going with this.

“Twenty questions. Nothing’s off the table. Mine are going to be filthy as fuck, and I want you to be honest with me.”

“Okay.”

“You first,” he prompts.

“Ummm…” He said he was going to go filthy, so I need to level with him. Something he might think of… “What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done to me in your head?”

Elliot’s face stills before it drops. He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. “Fuck, Luce.”

I chuckle and hop over the sofa, then climb onto the bed.

“What makes you think I’ve done dirty things to you in my head?”

Oh, crap. I’ve exposed myself.

“Well, I know what my first question will be. Let me think, the dirtiest thing.”

My body tingles as anticipation sets goose bumps skittering up my arms. I momentarily regret my question, not being able to hack waiting on his answer.

“Do you remember that night at The Pearl? It was Halloween, and you were wearing that catsuit.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, that night, I almost caved. You were on fire; everyone saw it. Aldridge had to talk me out of throwing you over my shoulder and taking you the fuck home. You were on the dance floor at one point, dancing to ‘Sex’ by Cheat Codes. Your hips were moving, and I couldn’t not watch. You had me.”

I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and smile as I fight to dip my head away from the camera.

“I slid up behind you and gave you your drink. You were right there, back to my front and all I wanted to do was put my hands on your body. Let all the other eyes in the club know you were mine. I imagined what you might feel like under my touch. How it would feel to strip that suit from your damp skin and ruin every inch of you.”

“You said Charlie stopped you?” I say with fake annoyance and a scarlet flare I can feel coating my cheeks by the second.

“He did.” Elliot smirks, back in the now. “And rightfully so. Who knows what I would have done to you that night.”

“You sound so sure of yourself, Mr Montgomery. What makes you think I’d have been up for it?”

“You were giving me a look.”