Chapter 29. Next Vacation

Elena’s POV

I couldn’t decide if this was innocence or insanity.

I’d never seen one up close like this. Mark had asked—more than once—but the thought had always repulsed me. His hands, his body, his want... none of it had ever stirred anything in me but discomfort.

But this. Eric.

The difference stole my breath.

I stared—unashamed, transfixed—at the length of him in my hand. He was massive. Larger than anything I’d ever seen in the videos May sometimes pulled up during our wine nights, when she’d compare and critique with the enthusiasm of a art critic. None of them compared to this.

None of them made my body ache the way his did.

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling around his shaft. The skin was hot—almost burning—and silken over a core of absolute steel. He pulsed against my palm, alive and urgent, and between my legs, I felt an answering throb. A rush of warmth that made my knees weak.

Before I could think—before I could sec