Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories
If this was supposed to be therapy, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to stay that way for long.
As I rounded the corner, I saw him. Elijah was sprawled out on the couch, one arm thrown over the back, his eyes glued to the television. He was dressed in a simple t pshirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly tousled, like he'd just rolled out of bed.
He looked up as I entered, his eyes raking over my body in a way that made me shiver. "There you are," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Ready to work up a sweat?"