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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
JAKE
I’m on top of the fucking world. We’re getting closer and closer to playoffs. Nurture NYC is pleased with Skybox Supports, and the money is rolling in.
Extreme Exposé cut us a fat check to keep the Titans’ lawyers at bay and swore Stella wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Since I doubt they’ve resorted to murder, I’m not spending a single second feeling guilty about it.
Best of all, I’m with Amelia. Even though we’re still sneaking around like a couple of lovesick ninjas, there’s this fresh, electric energy buzzing between us. It’s as if we’re on the brink of something amazing, something that looks like a future.
Instead of heading out after sex, I stay. We cook together and watch TV and fuck. And after fucking, we cuddle up and fall sleep, my big spoon to her little one.
The few times we do venture out, we stick to spots where I can keep a low profile. I’m ready to shout our relationship to the world, but Amelia’s twitchy about making things public because of her job with the Titans. I get it. After that crap with Pencil Dick, she’s a bit gun-shy. But seriously, it’s not like we’ll be a scandal. Amelia’s the personification of a good girl, and we’re as controversial as a pair of old slippers. No drama, no mess. Nobody’s going to bat an eye if we step out as the world’s most boring couple.
I’m counting down the days until the sneaking around stops because while I’m happy to fuck her in private, I’m even more excited to claim her in public.
Amelia’s tour business is gaining steam, too. I was able to arrange for her to buy headsets from an AV guy at the stadium, and things took off from there, exactly as I predicted. She’s already giving tours a few evenings after work and on the weekends.
I arrive at her place on a Friday night, buzzing to see her after a series of away games. New York welcomed me back with one of its famous weather whiplashes—today’s freezing, though it was warm enough for shorts only last week.
Letting myself into her apartment, I sing out, “Honey, I’m home!” as I kick off my shoes and drop my jacket.
Amelia’s curled up on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest. Multiple collars surround her neck, making her resemble an onion.
Am I supposed to peel them back? Are we getting ready for the world’s longest game of strip poker? Count me in.
But then I feel the chill creeping through the room. “Jesus, why’s it so cold?”
“The radiator is having a hissy fit. I’ve rung the superintendent. They’ll be sending someone along.”
“When?”
“Shortly.”
Shortly, my ass. “Shortly” is super-speak for “lie.”
I flop down next to her and pull her close. Her lips are warm, but her fingertips are torture. She slides them under my shirt, making me jump and yelp. “God, Amelia, your fingers are freezing!”
She smiles at me devilishly, clearly pleased with herself. I shake my head and grab her hands, rubbing them between mine. Then, taking one for the team, press them against my cheeks.
“It’s not that bad,” she protests.
Debatable. I nod at the thermos on the coffee table. “Please tell me there’s booze in that.”
“Not a hot toddy. But better.” She pulls away from me and picks it up, bringing it to my lips. “It’s a blend of black tea and oolong.”
I dodge the drink. “I’m good. Thank you.”
She gives me a “you’re such a baby” smile, and takes a sip herself, then tugs a Titans blanket over us from the back of the couch. My toes stick out. Amelia snuggles against my chest for a second before she tilts her head up for a lingering kiss. But when our lips separate, I swear I see my breath solidify in front of my face.
“Let’s go to my place.” She hasn’t been over yet. I floated it before, but once I confirmed that I did, indeed, live like a cliché, complete with a penthouse in the sky, she made an excuse about preferring the “charm” of her own walk-up, and after learning about her hang-ups with elevators, I didn’t push. But there’s not pushing, and there’s my balls freezing off.
“I don’t know. Isn’t it nice and cozy here?” she says brightly.
Only if you’re not a fan of extremities. “I have a fireplace…” I dangle.
“A real one?” She perks up.
“Real enough. There are flames, plus a rug, and some slow jams waiting for us,” I add with a wink. “I won’t even mind taking my clothes off for you—there.”
“There’s no need to strip down for fun,” she counters playfully.
“But isn’t it so much better when we do?” I tease back.
Her laugh warms the chilly room for a moment, but she’s still hesitant. “I guess we could do it in the shower…” I say, glancing at the bathroom door, but Amelia’s already shaking her head.
“No hot water.”
I gasp. Not entirely theatrically, either.
She giggles.
“I’ll warm you up.” She flutters her lashes, the attempt more endearing than effective, but the relentless chill makes me push on.
I let the elevator go, not wanting to give her a hard time about it. “I’m a pussy about the cold. You wouldn’t want me to freeze, would you? I don’t have your old-world hardiness.”
She softens, seeing right through me.
“Come on,” I coax gently. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Are we resorting to bribery now?” Her eyes sparkle. “More Milky Way…?”
I laugh. “That’s a given. But I promise you something you won’t forget.” I follow that up with a lecherous smile and eyebrow waggling.
Twenty minutes later, I see her look up through the sunroof of my car as we’re driving into the underground parking garage.
“Hey,” I say, catching her hand and squeezing as we step out. “You good?”
Her grip tightens like I’m a lifebuoy, and her face spells out “bad idea.”
“Fine,” she says, but I know she’s lying. I’ve come to read my Sweets well.
For a second, I feel guilty about dragging her over here. If this relationship keeps going the way I want it to, I may need to reassess my living situation.
Without giving her time to think, I press her against the side wall, my hand fumbling behind me for the “P” button at the top of the panel. My lips are on hers before the doors shut. The slight hitch in her voice transforms into a low moan as my tongue slips into her mouth to duel with hers. I lift her off the floor, balancing her ass on the handrail. Her arms lock around my shoulders.
Fingers thread through my hair, and she moans desperately. It goes straight to my lonely, left-out dick who wants in on the action.
Can we fuck here? The thought barely forms before my eyes catch on the security camera. I move us to a corner where we’ll be out of view, shifting my stance to shield her. Anyone could be watching. And no one gets to see Amelia but me.
I kiss her again, more fiercely this time, my hand slipping to her waist, pulling her tighter against the solid wall of my chest.
The world around us disappears, everything fading into the background. It isn’t until a soft ding echoes that reality snaps back into focus.
“We’re here.” My words come out way huskier than I intended.
“Here?” She’s adorably dazed as the doors open directly into my penthouse.
“Yep, my place. Safe and sound.” I grin as she clings to me, holding tight. Maybe I should hang onto this place if it means she’ll keep gripping me like this every time we step into the elevator.
Her lusty, half-lidded gaze is replaced with shock as she peers around.
“Worth the ride?” I tease, gently nudging her. “Or do you need more convincing?”
“Well…” She gives me an impish smile.
Before she can get another word out, I scoop her up, carrying her through the penthouse, as her fingers dig into my shoulders, her breathless laughter filling the air. I don’t stop until we’re in my bedroom, and I drop her onto the bed. She bounces a little, eyes sparkling as I hover over her, almost hypnotized by the way she looks up at me.
Her breathing quickens as I close the distance between us, kissing her deeply. My lips shift to her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. I feel her pulse racing beneath her skin.
Her fingers tug at the lapel of my jacket, and I shrug it off and pull off my shirt. Her gaze travels over me with raw, unfiltered hunger.
“God, you’re perfect,” she murmurs, hands roaming over my chest.
“Funny,” I reply, pulling her top over her head in one smooth motion, “I was thinking the same thing about you.” My fingers find the waistband of her pants, skimming along the edge, and she shivers beneath my touch.
When I move lower, she gasps, her thighs instinctively parting as my mouth traces the length of her inner thigh, teasing her.
“Please…” Her voice is barely a whisper, but it’s all I need. I dive between her legs, my tongue flicking over her clit, drawing out a sharp moan that fills the room. Her hands grip my hair, hips arching toward me as I take her higher and higher, her body shaking with pleasure.
“I want you,” she gasps, trembling.
I pull myself up, kissing her hard as I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom, getting it on in record time.
Our movements become frantic, wild, as I thrust into her, her moans growing louder with each stroke. The tension between us builds, the heat rising as we lose ourselves in the moment. Her hands clutch at me, her back lifting off the bed as I drive her toward the edge. She goes over with a small scream.
“You good?” It’s all I do to hold on.
“I thought you promised me something I wouldn’t forget,” she pants.
“That was forgettable?” I ask, pretending to be offended.
“You can do better.”
I grin. I love how we’re able to laugh in the middle of sex. But a dare’s a dare, and flicker of intrigue runs through me. I wonder how far she’s willing to go. Slowly, I withdraw.
I smirk down at her, brushing a thumb over her swollen lips, then trail my fingers down her spine, dipping between her ass cheeks. Her eyes widen in realization, and I wait, watching for any sign of hesitation. Instead, she smiles, her face flushed with arousal.
She nods. I kiss her deeply, then reach for the lube in the side drawer.
I take my time, coating my fingers. She bites her lip, and I raise a questioning brow.
“Go on.” My breath gets stuck in my throat as I slide one gently against her tight entrance, watching her expression for any hesitation. There’s none. Just a slight stutter in her breathing as her lashes flutter.
Her body softens, relaxing as I ease inside. Her reaction is pure magic, a mix of surprise and pleasure that has her gripping the pillows.
“Okay?” I murmur, half to tease and half because, hell, I’d stop in a heartbeat if she asked me to.
“Yes. More.” She breathes, her eyes dark with lust.
I slide another finger in, slow and steady, stretching her as her breathing goes ragged, her hands fisting in the sheets. “Keep going,” she says, her voice trembling, and there’s something raw in it, a trust that undoes me.
I’m a little thrown, but my cock’s all in. I add a third digit, while my other hand starts working her clit, and the effect is instant—her lids flutter shut, her body arches up against me, and a moan escaping her parted lips.
“More, Jake.”
My heart stops. Does she have any idea what she’s asking for?
She rolls her hips, glancing down to where we’re joined, and meeting my gaze again. “I want it all.”
“Amelia…”
“You’ll make it good. I know you will.”
I suck in a breath, my pulse pounding as I withdraw and slide off the mattress and head to the bathroom to wash my hands, nerves and adrenaline colliding. When I return, she’s waiting. I grab the lube, keeping my eyes locked on her, giving her a final chance to change her mind.
She hasn’t.
“We’ll go slow, as slow as you want.”
“I know.”
I spread the lube carefully around her entrance. She moves to flip over, but I hold her still, and lift one leg, then the other, so her thighs are hooked over my shoulders. The sight of her laid out like this, open and waiting, makes my head spin.
“What, did you get shy on me now?” Her lips curve in a smirk, even though I catch a flicker of anxiety in her gaze.
“Funny,” I mutter. But then I go serious. “I’ll be careful with you. Promise.”
She smiles. I know she expects me to get down to business, but I take my time, circling her clit with the tip of my cock, teasing before I finally press in the slightest bit. Her expression shifts, her mouth falling open as her breath catches. Her body tenses, and I hold still, letting her adjust, waiting for her to give me the okay to continue.
When she relaxes, I give her another inch, pushing past that first barrier, feeling her yield. She exhales. I bring my fingers to her pussy, teasing I press more fully into her ass. I keep my focus on her, checking in every step of the way.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Feels good.”
We both groan as my cock stretches her farther and farther. I’m going as slow as I can manage.
Apparently, she’s got other plans.
She rocks forward, taking me even deeper on her own, and I swear my brain short-circuits. Finally, I’m fully seated. “Fuck, Sweets.” I cup her face in my palm and rest my forehead against hers, desperately catching my breath. The intimacy of this is heady and overwhelming. I could come just from this.
“God,” she whispers, voice rough. “This…is a little insane.”
“Insane good?” I ask, brushing a kiss along her shoulder, grinning like I won the damn lottery.
She laughs softly, pushing back against me, lips parted as her breath turns shallow. “You know it.”
I take it slow, with hip rolls and gentle thrusts and lots of praise until she’s begging me to go harder. Until she’s screaming my name, nails digging into my skin as her release crashes her, her body trembling as she lets go. It’s enough to pull me right along with her, falling apart together.
I’m holding her in the tub, her head tipped back against my shoulder as the steam rises around us. She lets out a long, satisfied sigh, closing her eyes. “Not even close to forgettable,” she murmurs.
The next morning, I add her to the approved visitors list, telling the doorman, “You’ll be seeing a lot more of her.”
Everyone will.
I’m already scheming. How exactly are we doing our big reveal? One person at a time? A not-so-subtle PDA explosion? Billboard in Times Square? I’m all for a giant stamp that comes out of nowhere, branding her “Property of Jake Cunningham.” And I can’t wait for her to claim me back.
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