Elijah

Life is good sometimes.

Even if it's tough, it's good.

Sometimes.

"Ugh, this looks way too stuck up, doesn't it?" Alice groans, tilting her head as she turns in front of the mirror, studying her outfit with furrowed brows.

I'm lying in bed and just watch how my stunning woman tries on outfit after outfit, honestly not understanding how she can't know that she looks divine in anything she wears.

"I might be repeating myself, but I can only say it again: You look stunning."

"Well, you're kind of biased though, aren't you?" she winks before she bends down to tie her shoes, giving me the perfect view on her perfect ass.

"I might be biased, but I'm not blind..."

She gets up and turns to look at me, a blush creeping into her cheeks when she clears her throat, and I just can't help but shake my head when I watch how she looks into the mirror again, straightening out her outfit in places where it couldn't be any straighter. For someone as strong and beautiful as her, Alice surely is insecure about her appearance and performance. It's fascinating, really.

I get out of bed and walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind as I press a kiss on her neck, watching how she reacts to my touch in the mirror in front of us. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, letting it rest against my shoulder as I kiss a path down her neck, feeling how her breathing gets heavier with every time my lips find her skin.

"Elijah..." she breathes out a warning when I press my hand flat on her stomach, pressing her against me and my erection right into her soft ass.

"What is it, love?" I whisper, my kisses now traveling over her shoulder as she bites on her bottom lip. Her chest rises and falls beneath my touch, and I literally feel her heart thunder in her ribcage, the obvious arousal also visible in her flushed cheeks.

"I need to leave soon..." Her voice is almost inaudible, her fingers digging into the back of my head as I move my own hand on her stomach further down south, slipping it right between the white skirt she's wearing and onto her mound.

"I'm not keeping you from leaving..." I can't help but smirk before I bite into her shoulder, and I almost feel the shiver that runs down her spine from that act alone.

Watching her in the mirror does something inexplicable to me, seeing how she desperately holds on to me while I don't even touch her properly... Fuck, it's glorious.

"Elijah..." she breathes that same warning again, but this time she even wiggles her butt, driving me all sorts of mad before she suddenly spins around and steps aside, holding up her hand. "Stop."

I'm sure she wants to sound confident and sure of herself, but her voice is almost a whisper, filled with lust and desire her body portrays so beautifully.

And I'm not going to lie - I'd love to just take her right here and now, but I know that when a woman asks you to stop, you just do it. No matter the circumstances. I guess that's how it happens that I stand here, my massive erection straining against the jeans I'm wearing while I just watch her, see how she tries to steady her breathing with every second that passes.

But then she looks at her wristwatch, obviously counting the minutes in her head, before she looks back at me, the sole fire in her eyes instantly sending a grin on my lips. "Fuck it."

Without any warning she jumps me, and I'm so surprised that I can only catch her by pressing her against the wall next to the mirror, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist while I smash my lips against her own. She fiddles with my jeans while I devour her like I didn't just have her mere hours ago, but it honestly seems like it can never be enough with this woman...

In a matter of seconds I'm out of my jeans, and Alice wiggles in my grasp, obviously impatient as hell. And I can't even deny her any longer, the mere thought of her ex being there today triggers a possessive side of me I really didn't know I had. I push her panties aside, already feeling just how ready she is for me, and plunge right into her, eliciting a beautiful moan from her lips. "God, Elijah..."

I can't help but growl as I thrust into her again, watching how she reacts to our bodies connecting again and again. Her heart thunders violently against her chest when I kiss her neck, tracing a path up to her jaw until I find her lips, our tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths in an instant.

But then she pulls back, her hands on my shoulders as I keep thrusting into her, keep feeling how her walls clench around me. And the way she looks at me - It tells me she knows what I feel, what I fear, what I need to hear. "I'm yours, Elijah," she almost moans out the words, and I instantly close the gap between us, letting our lips collide again when she whispers once more, "Only yours."

I can't help but growl, carrying her from the wall to the bed behind us, plunging right into her again as I settle on top of her. "You're mine, Alice..."

She only nods her head, and I watch how she suddenly comes undone, her walls clenching around me in the most pleasurable way possible. And then she moans out my name, the sound reverberating in the room and throwing me over the edge as well. I swallow her next moan with a kiss, feeling how her high is prolonged by my own, her whole body seemingly clutching my own, holding on for dear life.

We're both still trembling by the time our breathing reaches a normal rhythm again, and when I lean back to look at the beautiful woman in front of me I almost feel how I fall deeper and deeper for her. She's so goddamn beautiful - there's no way to even describe how magnificent she looks, flushed cheeks and messy hair, those lust-ridden eyes looking up at me as if I hold all the answers to all the questions.

And I just know, again, that I need to tell her. I want to tell her. She needs to know that I love her; she needs to know just how much I need her in my life.

But I don't want to tie that revelation to this act, I don't want her to think that this is what made me say it. Because as brilliant as that was - that's not what my love for her is about. It's about the way she gets me, about the fact that she puts up with all my bullshit and still smiles so brightly at me that I feel the sun might vanish and be replaced by this woman herself... It's just by her being who she is. A damn angel.

She suddenly cups my face with her hands, her forest green eyes diving so deep into my soul that I feel like they might get lost in there. But then she gives me that bright smile again, as if she knew it was exactly what I needed, before she pulls me down, my lips brushing against hers in an almost painfully gentle manner.

I just know, right in that moment. I know she knows it. I know she feels it, too. Because this kiss... This is different from any other kiss I have ever had. It's emotional as hell. I almost feel the connection we're opening right now, feel how we feel the vulnerability each of us reveals every day we spend together. The kiss seems to last forever, and I'm pretty sure I would've just continued it if Alice didn't pull back after a while, my forehead resting against hers as she runs her fingers through my hair.

We both don't say anything for a moment. We don't need to, either. It's how we work, it's how we communicate most of the time. We just look at each other, and then we know.

Alice slowly untangles herself from me, and we both slip back into our clothes until she stands back in front of that mirror, combing through her hair to hide that post-sex-haze surrounding her whole body. I hate that she's doing that. I want everyone to see that she's taken, that she belongs to me.

But I know that's not how this works, and so I just wrap my arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss on her cheek as I whisper, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Alice..."

My eyes meet hers in the mirror when she smiles at me and leans against my chest, our fingers intertwining in front of her stomach when she says, "Thank you."

She turns to brush a swift kiss on my cheek, and just as I turn to meet her lips she steps back, a laugh escaping her throat when she holds up her hand. "No, that won't end well."

Her statement makes me laugh as well, and I only raise my hands in defeat, knowing she's absolutely right. "I really need to go. Do you want to come with me?"

I was hoping she'd ask me that. I didn't want to offer, knowing she prefers to do things on her own, and I didn't want to force her hand. And knowing she wants me there because it's what she wants herself... It warms my heart, really.

"I'd love to."

Alice

I feel safe.

Elijah makes me feel safe and cared for, which is exactly the reason I asked him to come with me. I'm actually really nervous about this interview, and with every floor the elevator takes us up to the right floor of the office building I feel my anxiety creep up, feel how my palms get sweatier and sweatier.

We step through the glass door, announcing our arrival at the Kenrow and Lind offices, and I can't help sigh from relief when I realize that it's not Lee's name on that door. Maybe this is my lucky day, after all...

"Hello," I greet the secretary in the middle of the hallway, "I'm here for an interview today?"

"Name?" she just asks, not regarding me for a second as she keeps typing something into the computer with her fake fingernails.

Elijah rolls his eyes next to me, and I have to suppress a smirk as I nudge his side, throwing him a look that tells him to behave. "Alice Epione," I answer as I look back at the hydrogen blonde woman in front of me.

"Oh..." She looks up, studying me up and down before she mutters, "I thought you'd look different, to be honest..."

"Sorry?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at the audacity of this woman. I already feel how angry I get from the judging look on her face.. And then she looks at Elijah, her fuck-me-eyes taking in every inch of him before she asks, "And who's he?"

Elijah looks almost disgusted, and I have to admit that that makes me feel so much better that I even manage to answer the woman without exploding right in her face. "That's my boyfriend."

I feel like I'm in one of those high-school movies, but honestly, Elijah makes me feel like a love-ridden teenager most of the time anyway. And he proves just that point when he wraps his arm around my shoulders and presses a kiss on my head, proving once more he just knows what I need any time of any day.

"Are you sure?" the secretary asks, arching her brows while Elijah just grins, looking down at me with this insane amount of love and appreciation in his eyes that I almost just want to leave again, simply to be alone with him. Doing whatever the hell it is he wants to do with me.

"Well, I sure hope so..." He winks, and again I feel the blush creep into my cheeks. This man just knows how to make me feel precious, that's for sure.

"Okay..." The secretary is obviously annoyed as she gets up, waving her hand when she says, "Come with me then. You," she nods to Elijah, "Can take a seat in the waiting room over there. I'll show Miss Epione to her interview."

She stalks off, obviously expecting me to follow. And so I just quickly get on my toes to press a kiss on Elijah's lips, a smile spreading on my lips when he whispers, "Go ahead and get 'em, Supergirl."

"Will do." I can't help but grin when I nod my head and rush after the secretary, passing countless offices to my left and right until I caught up with her, the white and grey hallways somehow reminding me of a hospital. It generally looks very clean-cut in here, everything is rather sterile and bland.

We arrive at a large oak door, and the secretary gives it a quick knock before throwing it open, not even waiting for an answer. The room behind that door seems to be about the size of my hotel room, though it's anything but. A large oak desk with two computer screens on it stands in the middle, right opposite to a black leather couch by the window.

I don't even get the time to properly look at the place though, because seconds later another door to the left of the office flies open, revealing the one person I really did not want to see today.

"Alice..." he says, and I instantly feel the rage burning in my veins as I grit my teeth, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Lee."