We paused at an elevator, and I swiped my card to open the doors. After I stepped inside, I swiped again and punched the button for the fortieth floor, where my office was located. “I think he’d approve of my strategy,” I joked playfully.
The car began to swoosh up, getting us to the top in no time at all. When the doors silently opened, I continued toward my office at a clipped pace. We reached the glass walls that spanned the front of my assistant’s area, and I used my other shoulder to push open one of the glass doors. The entrance to my office was on the other side of a wall, situated behind the lobby desk. I unlocked the thick oak door with one hand before shoving it open like I had the glass one. Stepping inside, I shifted Amelia into my arms as I kicked the door shut. After flipping the lock, I made my way over to my desk and set her on the tabletop.
Amelia’s brow rose as she looked around at the large space with the obviously expensive furniture and a view that would take anyone’s breath away. “Nice digs for a manager,” she murmured.
I almost laughed at her assumption. I was about to correct her and tell her the truth when she spoke again. “This isn’t your office, is it?” Her tone was suspicious, and again, I had to suppress a snicker.
“This is the owner’s office,” I informed her slyly. An electronic photo frame on my desk had pictures of Delia and me, but it was facing the other way. And she obviously hadn’t seen my name on the door. Other than that, there wasn’t much to make it clear that this was where I worked.
“You guys must be really good friends if he lets you use his office for your shenanigans.” She was clearly fishing for information, and I wanted to set her mind at ease.
“I’ve never been tempted into ‘shenanigans’”—I winked and used air quotes around her word—“until I met you.”
Amelia’s cheeks bloomed with pink, and she bit her lip, making me want to run my tongue over that exact spot and soothe away the sting. “Why in the world would you want to resort to kidnapping and risk your job for me?”
My head reared back, and I stared at her in bewilderment. “Are you kidding? Besides the fact that you’re drop-dead gorgeous, sweet, and genuine?” I cupped her face and locked our gazes. “There’s also this.” Closing the distance between our faces, I captured her mouth with mine.
5
Amelia
The last thing I should’ve done was give myself over to a kiss from a guy who’d just carried me out of my cousin’s bachelorette party, but my body wasn’t willing to listen to my brain. My arms twined around his neck as his lips pressed against mine. When his tongue teased my lips, they parted on a sigh. Zack took full advantage, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss further.
By the time he lifted his head, it had taken me a minute to clear the sensual haze from my brain. Dropping my arms to my sides, I leaned back and glared up at him. “You can’t just carry me out of a restaurant and kiss me senseless!”
Male satisfaction gleamed from his dark eyes, and his lips curved up in a smug grin. “My kisses make you senseless?”
“That’s not the point,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest to hide his view of my nipples. They were puckered and pressed against my dress, and he didn’t need to see the proof of how I’d reacted to his kiss.
“The way we make each other feel is definitely the point,” he disagreed, bending toward me. He cupped my cheek and traced his thumb over my bottom lip. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the kiss you gave me last night, and I refuse to believe you were able to walk away from me without remembering every second like I’ve been doing.”
There was no way I was going to admit to dreaming about him all night long, so I shook my head. A deep growl rumbled up his chest, and I sputtered, “I-um-you...”
“If you’re not willing to admit how much you want my kisses, I’ll just have to prove it to you.”
It was his only warning before his mouth crashed over mine again. My wits scattered when his tongue glided against mine, and the kiss quickly spiraled out of control. “Your kisses taste as sweet as I remembered,” he groaned before pressing our lips together harder.
One of his hands tangled into the back of my hair, and I whimpered into his mouth. He reached around with the other, splayed it against my back, and pulled me closer. He was cradled between my legs, and I felt the hard length of his dick pressed against my core. Feeling the proof of his desire for me made me tremble in need—and a touch of fear at his size—and he rubbed his hands up and down my arms a few times before cupping my face. I felt off-balance, perched on the edge of the desk, while my body reacted in ways it never had before, and my hands reached up to grip his biceps. “I spent all of last night and most of today wondering if your pussy tastes even better,” he growled.
“Oh, my goodness.” My thighs tried to press together at the thought of his mouth on me, but with his sexy body in the way, they just hugged him tighter.
Tilting my head to the side, he placed slow, wet kisses down the column of my neck. He paused at my pulse point to murmur, “I’d bet everything I own that it does.”
My hips jerked up involuntarily, and he let out a low chuckle. “You want me to find out, don’t you?”
Forming complete sentences was beyond my capability at the moment, so I just gasped, “Uh-huh.”
His hands drifted along my neck, across my shoulders, and down to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me shiver. He didn’t linger there, his touch quickly drifting down my torso. My back arched, and a little whimper escaped from my lips. “As badly as I want to see your pretty tits, I need to make you come more.”
He inched the bottom of my dress up my thighs until my black lacy panties were visible. “So fucking pretty. Are you wet for me, Amelia?” He swiped his thumbs over the gusset of my panties. “Fuck. You’re drenched.”
My hips lifted off the desktop, and his hold on me tightened. “I can’t wait any longer to get a taste.”
“Then don’t,” I suggested as I leaned back and braced my elbows against the desktop.
He pulled my panties to the side and held my pussy lips open with his thumbs, exposing my pink center to his gaze—and touch. He bent his head low, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I let out a little scream. “Shh, beautiful. Nobody should be here at this time of night, but if I’m wrong, I don’t want anyone to hear your pleasure except me.”
He dropped to his knees and wedged his shoulders between my thighs. His hot breath hit my pussy, and I bit my lower lip in an attempt to stop my moans from spilling out. He licked up my slit, and a growl rumbled up his chest. “So damn good. I’m already addicted with just one taste.”
He devoured my pussy, licking and sucking every inch until I writhed on the desk. Then he stiffened his tongue and plunged it into my core—in and out, quickly building me up and almost driving me over the edge. My body clenched, and my head flung back as he feasted on me. “I’m so close,” I panted.
“Come for me,” he commanded before dragging his tongue up to my clit and nibbling at it.
Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, and I flew apart. Zack licked me through my orgasm, not letting up until my shudders subsided. I was still dazed when he pulled away from me and stood. “Next time I get you like this, you’re going to drop those pretty panties for me,” he rasped as he cupped my core through the drenched material before helping me off the desk and smoothing the skirt of my dress back into place.
“That’s probably a good idea since I’m a mess,” I mumbled as I pressed my legs together, my cheeks heating when I realized I’d been wet enough for my inner thighs to be damp and sticky.
“A delicious mess,” Zack teased with a grin as he popped his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Hey, now.” My eyes sprang back open when I felt the gentle touch of his fingers stroking my cheek. “I don’t ever want you to feel embarrassed
by what happens between us. It’s too fucking special to feel even a moment of regret.”
“I’ll try my best,” I whispered as butterflies swirled in my belly at how sweet he was. “But I really do need to get cleaned up before I see other people.”
“You can use the bathroom, beautiful,” he offered, jerking his chin toward the door to my left.
“Thanks.” My voice rose at the end when he patted my butt as I walked past him. After I shut the door behind me, I hurried to the sink to splash my face with cold water. I felt awkward using his boss’s luxurious, private bathroom, but I hadn’t been joking about my need to clean up. I couldn’t imagine walking through the hotel and restaurant in my current state.
After using the toilet—and going through a ridiculous amount of toilet paper because I refused to use his boss’s thick black towels to clean up the mess Zack had made of me—I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I washed my hands in the sink. With my mussed hair, puffy lips, and rosy cheeks, I looked like a completely different person. “You’re a wild one, Vegas Amelia.”
“Hey, sweetie. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
My head swiveled toward the door at the sound of Zack’s deep voice...calling someone else “sweetie.” Whoever he was talking to spoke softer than he did, but it was definitely a woman since the tone was distinctly feminine. I shut off the water and tiptoed to the door to press my ear against it, but I missed her reply.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I’m always happy to see you.”
He sounded flustered—which made sense, considering he’d almost been caught giving me a mind-blowing orgasm on the top of his boss’s desk. And by a woman he probably had a romantic relationship with based on what I’d heard so far.
“I just wanted to let you know I won’t be home tonight. Stacy is going through a bad breakup and shouldn’t be alone. I’m going to stay with her tonight and help her drown her sorrows in ice cream and chick flicks.”
My head thumped against the door as the full meaning of what the woman said hit me. They lived together. I was a home-wrecker!
6
Zack
I wrapped my arms around Delia and gave her a bear hug, making her laugh. “Thanks for letting me know, sweetie.” I tried not to let a giant smile stretch across my face. I adored my daughter and cherished every moment she was still living at home. But...an empty house gave me the perfect opportunity. “Send me a text when you get there so I know you’re safe.”
“Of course,” she readily agreed. When it came to her safety, she’d learned long ago to give in or end up grounded for life. She studied me for a moment, then asked, “Are you alright? You look a little…” She trailed off and shrugged.
“Just happy to see you,” I deflected, hoping she wouldn’t dig further.
For a few seconds, she looked as though she wasn’t going to let it go but then just shrugged again and rolled her eyes. “Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too, Delia.” I would have kissed the top of her head like I had since she was a baby, but considering where my mouth had just been, I just gave her another light squeeze before releasing her. She smiled brightly, blew me a kiss, and scampered out of the room.
The door shut behind her, and I sat on the edge of the desk, bringing my fingers to my nose and inhaling deeply. Damn. Amelia had tasted even better than I could have imagined. I—
“Are you kidding me??”
Amelia’s shout and the slam of a door startled me, and I jumped off the desk, spinning around and looking everywhere for whatever was upsetting her. She was standing in front of the door to the bathroom with her hands on her hips, glaring daggers at me. It was obvious that she was incredibly incensed about something, so I tried not to be distracted by the way her tits were bouncing with her sharp, angry breaths. Those were the next delicious treats I intended to have my mouth on.
“Zack!”
Fuck. I dragged my gaze up to meet her furious one. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” I started around the desk but stopped when she backed up so fast she hit the bathroom door with a thunk.
“Stay right there and don’t ‘beautiful’ me, you—you—two-timing jerk!”
My brows shot up to my hairline. “Pardon?”
“I can’t believe you just...just..um...did that to me when you’re living with a woman! Ugh! You made me a home-wrecker!”
I tried not to laugh. I knew it was the wrong reaction. But I wasn’t able to stop myself, though I did manage to contain it to a chuckle. Still, if looks could kill, that moment of amusement would have had me six feet under. “You overheard my conversation with Delia?” I guessed.
“Yes! So what was this little fling? Are you having a mid-life crisis and wanted to be with a younger woman to make you feel alive?”
“No,” I argued. “I didn’t want to be with you because you’re younger than Delia. She’s only seventeen.” Amelia gasped, her face a mask of horror, and I immediately realized how she’d taken my explanation. “Okay, that didn’t come out right.” Amelia’s eyes narrowed, and when I took a single step forward, she plastered herself even harder to the door. As though she thought it might swallow her up. “Delia is my daughter, beautiful.” I pointed at the electronic frame on the desk that was currently showing a picture of me holding Delia on my shoulders when she was about six. Then it dissolved into another shot, this time of Delia and me right before she left for her junior prom.
“D-daughter?” Amelia sputtered. Her mouth formed a cute little O, and her brown eyes widened and blinked owlishly.
“Daughter,” I confirmed.
She gasped, “You’re married with a seventeen-year-old daughter?”
I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I was handling this poorly. “Let me try this again.” I held up my left hand to show her my lack of ring and tan line. “Not married. Never been married.” I flipped my hand around to show her my palm when her mouth opened. “And before you go accusing me of not doing what’s right and marrying the mother of my child, please let me explain.” She snapped her mouth shut and nodded. The ire in her eyes was slowly being replaced with curiosity, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
“My brother and I are trust fund kids, and for a while there, I was basically the embodiment of the stereotype for the spoiled, good-looking rich-kid jock. At nineteen, I made a stupid decision, but it ended up resulting in the best part of my life. Delia’s mother had no interest in keeping the baby, but from the moment I knew about her, I loved her.” Amelia’s expression softened, and she even gave me a small smile. “I begged her to go through with the pregnancy and let me raise my daughter. I threw enough money at her that she eventually agreed. By my twentieth birthday, I was a single father and had turned my life around so that I could give her the steady life she deserved. She was my whole world.” I watched Amelia with intense seriousness when I spoke again, “Until recently.”
I turned my large leather chair and lowered myself into it before holding my hand out to Amelia with a tender smile. She blushed prettily, and her eyes lit with a spark of hope as she accepted my gesture. I gently tugged her closer, then wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her down to sit on my lap with her legs dangling off the side of mine. “I’ve raised my little girl all on my own, and never once did I feel as though I was missing anything. Then a beautiful mystery woman kissed me senseless”—I smirked when her cheeks flushed even more, and she giggled at my use of her word—“and my perspective on my life changed.”
“You don’t even know me,” she whispered.
“I know enough,” I answered honestly. Not that I intended to share just how deep I’d dug into her life. “And we both know there’s something between us.” I speared her with a dark warning glance. “Don’t deny it.”
She shook her head. “I won’t.”
“Good,” I murmured as I lowered my lips to hers. “Here’s a reminder, just in case you’re second-guessing that decision.” The kindling between us went up in flames as our
tongues rubbed and tasted each other. We were both breathing hard when we finally separated.
Amelia sighed and laid her head on my chest. She drew her fingers along the smooth, shiny wood top of my desk and aimlessly played with a silver pen I’d left lying on a stack of papers. Her hand suddenly stilled, and I glanced down to see why. The engraving of my name on the pen had caught the light, and I mentally groaned. She abruptly sat up and dropped the pen, only to grab the picture frame and stare at it as a few more photos floated across the screen. Then she leaned over to look at the papers.
“You’re not the restaurant manager, are you?” she asked quietly.
Fuck. “No,” I admitted reluctantly. “I’m her boss.”
“You’re everyone’s boss, aren’t you?” she accused as she twisted to glare at me.
“I think my brother would disagree vehemently,” I returned with a chuckle. “However, yes. Everyone else here works for me. I own The Artemis.”
Amelia’s jaw had slowly dropped, and she stared at me in shock. “Why did you let me think you were just a manager?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t intend to. Once I realized that’s what you thought, I was going to correct you, but…” I slid my hand from her knee up to rest on her inner thigh. “I was distracted.”
Amelia’s cheeks bloomed, and on her tan skin, the pink was a rosy hue that matched her pretty lips and her delicious pussy. I wanted to spread her out on the desk and get another taste. Or bend her over it and plunge my fat cock into her slick channel from behind. Remembering how wet she’d been for me caused my dick to swell from the semi I’d been sporting to a steel rod. I had no doubt that I’d soon slide into her tight heat, and the thought of her snug pussy wrapped around my bare cock had pre-come leaking from my tip.
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