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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JAKE

When Amelia suggested we go back to her hotel, there wasn’t a chance in hell I was saying no.

Once there, I hit the button for the elevator, but she grabs my hand and heads for the stairs instead. Once we’re on her floor, she guides me down a hallway, as if she knows exactly what she wants and isn’t about to let anything stand in her way. Well, okay then.

When we burst into the room, I barely get a chance to register the dim space before she’s pulling at my sweater. I duck so she can yank it over my head. It lands on the night table with a muted thud, skidding into a folder marked with the bold Titans logo, shifting it.

A sliver of warning flickers. Jessica. Yvonne. The charity.

But then Amelia drops to her knees in front of me, and I stop thinking.

She fumbles with my belt buckle, brow furrowed in concentration, tutting softly in victory when she gets it free. Next, she tackles the button and zipper on my jeans.

She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and tugs it down, the backs of her fingers brushing my thighs, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. I kick the denim out of the way, my focus momentarily caught on the pale green of her panties peeking out of a pocket. My boxers are off a second later, and my cock springs free, hard and ready, as if I didn’t just come twenty minutes ago. Pre-cum beads at the tip.

Amelia pauses, her breath catching as if a moment of doubt sneaks in. Her gaze lifts to mine, revealing a trace of vulnerability. A beat passes as our eyes lock.

Whatever she sees in my face must reassure her, and her hand wraps around my erection. That first contact of her cool fingers sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me, and I almost blow my load right there. Holy hell, her touch is magic—it’s as if she’s working some kind of sorcery on me, and I’m powerless to resist.

A half-groan, half-whimper escapes me as she leans in, her breath hot against my skin. My limbs lock as her tongue flicks out, taking a slow, deliberate lap at the tip.

Lightning shoots through me, electrifying every nerve. I scarcely recover when she does it again, watching me closely, as if cataloging every twitch, every shudder. It’s fucking intoxicating, the way she’s so focused on me. And when her lips stretch around my cock, welcoming me inch by inch into the hot cavern of her mouth, I almost swallow my tongue. It’s been a long time for me, but fuck if I remember it ever feeling like this, heaven and hell all at once.

The moan she lets out shoots straight through my dick and splinters through my chest, making my breath hitch. I can’t help it—I thrust deeper, and she gags slightly, the noise jolting me out of the spell.

Alarm flares, and I start to pull back. But before I can withdraw all the way, her hands are on my ass, keeping me in place. Her gaze flies to mine, and there’s no mistaking the fire in her eyes. She’s in charge and letting me know it. A slow grin breaks over my lips. What the lady wants, the lady gets.

“Fuck, you want this, don’t you?” I rasp, my voice thick with need.

She hums against me in agreement, the vibration racing through me like molten lava, making it impossible to hold back.

I thrust again, harder, deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. My whole body quakes with a fierce, desperate hunger that intensifies with each inch she takes in, fighting to keep part of myself alert, watching for any sign of discomfort. Her fingers dig into my flesh, lips sealing tighter on my length as she draws me in again and again, her tongue swirling over the head in a way that makes me shudder with need.

“Look at you, such a good girl taking me so well.” As if my words spur her on, she moans around me, the sound making my abs clench.

I fist my hands at my sides, and a groan works up my throat. She hollows her cheeks, sucking me in with an intensity that has me struggling to keep my eyes open. I don’t want to miss a single second of this—of how she draws it out, torturing me with her steady, deliberate movements. Her tongue traces each vein and ridge with a focus that makes my mind spin.

Fuck, how am I so close already? “Amelia,” I choke out, my voice hardly above a whisper.

She doesn’t even slow. “Christ, if you don’t stop now—” My half-hearted protest only seems to fuel her, and she bobs her head, taking me in deeper until the tip grazes the back of her throat.

Control slips further away with each passing second, every instinct urging me to give in, to let go, to finish in her mouth. but another shot at her pussy compels me more.

Desperate to know if it’s as incredible as I remember, I hook my hands under her arms and lift her to her feet.

I walk her back to the edge of the bed, fingers finding the zipper of her skirt as I press kisses into her neck, my lips trailing over her skin as she eases down onto the mattress. I slide the material off, savoring the sight of her exposed, laid out and ready for whatever comes next.

I crawl over her, slipping my hands beneath her filmy tank, dying to get at the tips I’d only gotten a taste of earlier. I pull her top off, leaving her only in the strapless bra, hinting at her nipples.

Pressing my forehead against hers, I try to calm down, battling the urge to come then and there. Her breath mingles with mine, hot and quick, and when I look into her face, the need there reflects my own.

Our mouths crash together in a frantic kiss, lips and tongues colliding as I work the clasp of her bra. She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, as if she’s afraid I’ll leave. No, Sweets, not fucking going anywhere.

Then, I have it off, to reveal the rose-colored nipples. I cup them reverently.

They fit my hands perfectly, as if they were made for me. I meet her eyes, a spark of anticipation within them. Slowly, deliberately, I lean down, brushing my lips against one nipple, teasing it. Her breath hitches, and I smirk against her skin, dragging out the moment, her pants the only thing breaking the silence of the dark room.

I take the tip fully into my mouth, my tongue flicking against it before sucking it deep. Her back arches sharply, and I clamp down harder, rolling the peak between my lips until she’s trembling beneath me. The soft huffs that spill from her drive me wild, pushing me to give her more.

I don’t hold back. I switch to her other tit, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make her whimper. Her hands dive into my hair, tugging me closer, desperate for more, and I’m more than happy to deliver.

As I devour her, my free hand slips down her thighs, and I find her pussy dripping. I press a finger inside, and her walls clamp around me, hot and slick. The way she moans only makes me hungrier.

I slide another in deep, and prop myself up on an elbow. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” I can’t get over how snug she still is after taking me. She squirms against me, then rolls her hips, seeking more. I feed a third digit in, and she gasps, her movements faltering for a moment.

“Too much?” I pause.

She shakes her head, though her lip trembles. I wait until the tension in her dissolves and she relaxes.

I begin working her again, reveling in the heat of her as my fingers glide in and out. My eyes stay glued to her, watching her thighs tremble as she struggles to take it. Her hands find my arm, gripping tightly.

Her reactions push me further, and I can’t stop myself. I pick up the pace, and her gasps turn into breathy moans, her chest rising and falling as her breathing grows erratic.

With a breathless cry, she clenches around my fingers and comes, her entire body shaking as the orgasm crashes over her. I can't help the groan that rips from my throat as I watch her come apart for me. Her eyes flutter shut, and a long, blissed-out sigh slips from her lips.

Before I can lose my mind completely, I withdraw, shoving off the bed to scramble for my jeans. My hands shake as I scrounge around for my wallet. Thank fuck I have another condom. I rip the foil open and have it on in record time. In seconds, I’m back between her thighs.

I notch my cock at her entrance, pausing for a moment to take in her face.

Those dark lashes casting shadows over her flushed cheeks. Her pink lips, parted and swollen from our earlier kisses. A soft, almost inaudible breath huffs out of her as she waits. Fucking gorgeous. A vision I want to freeze in time, hold on to long after tonight is over.

It hits me then—just how fucked I’m about to be, now that I know what it feels like to be inside her, and the crushing realization that I’ll never have this chance again. This isn’t supposed to be any different from any other one-night stand, yet there’s this tightness in my gut, heavy and nameless. Something I won’t have the luxury of figuring out. But maybe it’s for the best. We both have too much going on.

“Sweets…”

Her eyes blink open. “Yes,” she says on a gasp.

That’s all I need. I push in, shoving all other thoughts aside.

This time I stroke into her slow, savoring the sensation. Slick walls squeeze me, pulling me in farther. She exhales sharply, almost in relief, as if she’s been waiting for this, and the way her body responds makes my dick throb. I withdraw slightly and drive back in. My breath comes in short pants as I repeat the motion, sinking deeper with every thrust, the hard points of her nipples rasping against my chest.

I need to take this slowly. I just came, for fuck’s sake. I can make this last. Make sure it’s as good for her as it is for me. But then her blue eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with lust.

“More,” she demands, and all thoughts of pacing myself desert me.

I slam into her, driving in to the hilt, and her fingernails claw at my shoulders, the sharp sting of pain adding another layer of pleasure to the mix. Heat licks up my thighs, crawls down my spine, and I pound into her. Her legs wrap tight around my hips, her mirrored movements spurring me on.

My hand finds hers, and I interlace our fingers, palms pressing together as if holding onto her like this will somehow keep me grounded. But I’m already too far gone. Fucked, and I know it, because there’s no stopping now.

I drive into her, mindless with need. The way she grips me, the soft whimpers that fill the air, making my cock swell further. And then her body clenches around me, going taut as she arches beneath me. With a breathless gasp, she’s coming, her walls pulsing, milking every ounce of control from me.

A growl tears from my throat as I thrust into her, my movements no longer even. They are erratic, disjointed, and I lose it, slamming into her one last time as I go over the edge.

Pleasure rips through me, rushing through my veins, and all my muscles tighten as I come, filling the condom, my hips grinding against hers.

My heart feels like it’s going to burst through my ribs, my body shaking as the final waves of my orgasm roll through me, leaving me wrung out. Spent.

My shaky breaths gradually slow, falling into rhythm with hers. I linger, careful not to crush her, as I watch her for a few moments more, until reality intrudes, extracting me from the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. The condom. A soft groan rumbles out of me as I slide out of her warmth, the absence already making me ache.

There’s a plastic-lined garbage can under the night table. With a sigh, I roll over, the simple act an enormous effort, and take care of it before collapsing back onto the mattress. My limbs are heavy, as though all the energy has been drained from me. Beside me, Amelia lies sprawled out and equally boneless, her skin glowing in the dim light.

I can’t resist. I turn and inch closer, pressing my body against hers, slipping an arm around her waist. My face finds its way into the crook of her neck as I breathe in her scent—soft and warm, with a hint of sweetness that still lingers. Every thought in my mind is sluggish, foggy.

Somewhere in the back of my head, there’s some notion that it’s time to get up, to leave, but the idea seems impossible right now. I just want to stay here. Just a few more minutes. Five more…