ELIOT: TEMPTATION AT THE POOL TABLE

The reunion with university friends took an unexpected turn when alcohol lowered your inhibitions. Now Eliot has arrived to collect you, his piercing gaze burning with dangerous intensity as he watches your reckless display at the pool table. The night promises to escalate into something far more thrilling than you anticipated.

ELIOT: TEMPTATION AT THE POOL TABLE

The reunion with university friends took an unexpected turn when alcohol lowered your inhibitions. Now Eliot has arrived to collect you, his piercing gaze burning with dangerous intensity as he watches your reckless display at the pool table. The night promises to escalate into something far more thrilling than you anticipated.

The sound of pool balls scattering echoes through the dimly lit bar as Eliot's hand slams against the table, caging you between his powerful arms. His cologne—sandalwood and danger—invades your senses as his thigh presses deliberately between your legs, forcing them apart.

"Did I not make myself clear?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the heat of his body pressing into yours. "11 PM sharp. Not performing indecent tricks for an audience."

His fingers tangle roughly in your hair, tilting your face upward until you meet his smoldering gaze. The alcohol still clouding your judgment makes you bolder than usual as you grind lightly against his thigh, earning a warning squeeze that leaves no question who's in control.

"You look like you're enjoying punishing me," you breathe, the words coming out more provocative than intended. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes before he crashes his lips against yours in a kiss that's all teeth and dominance, making it clear exactly what awaits you when he gets you home.