Smex Scene Sunday

Give me an hour and I’ll come find you. x
As long as you promise you’re okay.
She loved that he cared.
I’m fine. Top 5 things you’re going to do to me . . . go!

While Elliott answered her questions, she was going to take care of herself. She scrubbed herself clean under the shower, washing her hair even though she knew it would take an age to dry, and shaving everywhere that mattered. Once out, she covered herself with the scented body cream that had arrived in a beautifully wrapped care package from someone named Lexi, who was apparently Jordan’s girlfriend. She was looking forward to meeting the rest of the band and their partners.

Kendalee wrapped herself in the luxurious silk robe Elliott had bought for her, and as she sat in front of the mirror to blow-dry her hair in sections until it shone, she thought about what Father McLennan had said. There was goodness and help all around her. She’d had a coughing fit when she’d overheard Daniel ask Elliott if the guitar Lennon had given him really was worth thousands of dollars. And Fabio had been incredibly gracious when she had told him she was quitting. He’d kissed her on the cheek and told her he was happy that she had the financial freedom to leave.

It had made her a little uncomfortable, the idea that a man she had only just met had loaned her so much money. Even more so that he’d deposited the money in her account before they had signed a contract for the loan. But she’d done it for Daniel. And in her heart, she trusted Elliott to honor their agreement.

She straightened her hair until it hung in a shiny cascade over her shoulders, then slipped out of the robe and into the nightdress. If her budget weren’t tight, she’d buy some sexy underwear instead of whatever was on sale at Joe, the clothing department in the Superstore, but she had other priorities. Elliott would just have to take her as she was.

Kendalee padded back into the bedroom and picked up her phone.

Cover you in oil.
Massage you.
Wake you up with ice cubes on your clit.
Tie you to my bed.
Fuck you.
How does that sound?

Her cheeks flushed bright red as she tightened her thighs. Oh God. She placed her phone back down on the dresser. Never in a million years would she have written something quite so . . . explicit. But she found herself liking it . . . and curious. The closest she’d ever come to ice on her clit was wearing tights in February. Adrian had never been adventurous. And as for kink, making it halfway through Fifty Shades of Grey had been her limit before it had cruelly reminded her of just how little passion there was in her marriage.
She tapped her fingers over her heart in a nervous gesture and then, with purpose, strode to the door, determined to be open to the experience.

When she reached Elliott’s door, she knocked quietly and pushed it open. There was a bottle of champagne on ice on the desk, and Elliott was naked, propped up against the headboard with a pillow behind him. Her eyes went to the navy blue silk ties on each bedpost. Dear Mother of God. She wasn’t going to survive. If she felt this aroused simply by the visual, she couldn’t imagine how she’d feel when Elliott placed his fingers on her.

“How was my top five?” he asked gruffly, as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and walked toward her.

“I may have orgasmed reading it,” she said, surprising herself—