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I nod and wriggle the rest of my hand into her panties until I can press the heel of my palm against her sensitive clit and work a single finger into her tight walls. Her breath hisses between her teeth and her neck arcs back so far that I can only kiss her throat.
“Just relax,” I command. Even though my voice is soft, I know my words sound harsher than I intend.
But she is clenching so tight around me and all I can think about is how she would feel wrapped around my cock. I ignore my desire to start stripping, that’s not what I intend to do with her right now. I shift her knee over my shoulder and kiss her fabric-covered thigh. Her muscles twitch under my lips, but I feel her listen to my words as her walls tighten once more before she breathes and finally opens around me. I swallow before I crook my finger to try and find that spot that will send her rocketing to the sky.
Amelia’s leg trembles on my shoulder as I work her over, lightly rubbing my hand against her clit as I rock against her inner walls. I finally find it as she clenches around me spasmodically and cries out loud enough that someone could hear us if they were walking past. Her hips thrust toward my hand again, asking for more, and searching for more of that rapture I brought her.
I hit it again and again until she is crying out over and over and her body is jerking beneath me. I rest my forehead against her chest, tilting my sightline in just a way that I can watch my fingers just barely. I see them disappear inside her, and I see, as they withdraw, that creamy line of desire she leaves right at my knuckles.
I feel so uncomfortable in the tight confines of my pants, and the constant throbbing ache is driving me insane. I want to be inside her more than anything right now, and I’m slowly losing control of my sanity.
I hump against the tension, fucking against the friction feels so good right now, just enough to take the edge off. Together we lose ourselves in the moment, forgetting about the party just a few rooms away, together we chase our highs. Amelia with my fingers buried to the hilt inside her heat, and me rutting against my pants like a teenager.
I come with a choked back groan, lights sparking behind my fluttering eyelids and the coil at my spine snapping violently. I can tell she’s right behind me with the way her walls clench and her hips shake. Her voice climbs to a scream and I cut her off with a kiss.
I pull back to see her staring at me through hooded eyes. She swallows, about to say something, but then there’s a light knock at the door, and when I see the look on her face my heart plummets. She has snapped back to reality and regret paints her features.
CHAPTER 12
AMELIA
A thick layer of silence falls between the two of us as I stare at the door, but for some reason, Adrian is watching me. I look up before slowly dropping my leg from his shoulder, and the sound of a knock comes again, only this time a little louder. Finally, the man who seems confused by something about me stands and sighs. He shifts uncomfortably in his pants and I’m pretty sure it’s because he came just a second before me. The thought causes my lips to twitch before Adrian is forced to answer the door.
A maid stands there, her cheeks pink, and it’s evident she heard us. Oh well, it will just make our story more believable. I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed right now, I’m too focused on standing to fix my dress and readjusting my underwear while Adrian talks to the maid, holding the door open enough that he can be seen but I can’t.
“The Mistress is wondering where you are,” I hear.
Adrian responds, “Tell her I will be there shortly.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hear her walk off but before he gets a chance to close the door I’m pushing past him, ignoring the way he calls my name in concern. He doesn’t chase after me, he likely can’t, considering he has to talk to his mother. I should stay, it’s part of my agreement, but I can’t. Not after what just happened, what I just let him do.
As I’m calling Russell to come pick me up in front of the house, I can’t help but feel nauseous. Not because I didn’t enjoy the feeling of Adrian’s hands on me, or in me. No, I feel sick because I did like it. God, I liked it so fucking much. I want more, I wanted him to keep going until we were so tangled up, we didn’t know who was who, or where we ended. I am disgusted by my own unending greed.
I don’t even love him, but my lust knows no bounds. I also realize with stark clarity that I don’t hate Adrian anymore; I like spending time with him more often than not. We get along without even trying most of the time. Our fights are massive when they happen though, and they leave me feeling shaky, something I never thought was possible for someone I felt so little for.
I rush through the party and nearly crash into someone in my haste. Thankfully I don’t, because I realize the two people I almost hit are Adrian’s parents.
“Oh! Mr. and Mrs. Saunders,” I say quickly, nervously, hoping to god my makeup isn’t absolutely ruined. “I hope you’re well. I’m Amelia Cormier. We haven’t had the chance to meet yet.”
“Ah yes, my son has been keeping you to himself,” Mr. Saunders says, his tone mildly bored but his eyes appraising as they drag along my dress.
“No worries, dear. Adrian tends to keep to himself. He’s quite the black sheep of the family,” Adrian’s mother titters, but there is a sting to her words. “I mean you must have heard about his past by now.”
She laughs bitterly as she takes a sip of her martini, and stares at me with judgment in her eyes. It’s as if she’s trying to pick me apart, figure out what exactly my angle is. I pull myself up taller under her scrutiny.
“Actually, I have yet to hear much about his former years. He seems hesitant to share,” I say carefully, spinning the truth into something that makes it seem like I know Adrian better than I do.
“Good reason for that too,” his father says. “He wasn’t exactly a model son. There’s a reason he’s jumping through hoops to get his inheritance.”
The last sentence is whispered just loud enough for me to barely hear, and my skin prickles.
“I’m sorry, I have a phone call to make. Work has been hounding me,” I lie with a pasted-on smile, carefully making myself an escape before I fuck everything up. If Adrian’s parents have anything more to say to me, I don’t hear them as I push past the massive oak doors.
I pace in front of the estate’s entrance as I wait for the car to pull up. I’m making a hell of an effort not to chew on my nails that I managed to cut and file to look semi-decent for the night.
The black shine of the Mustang finally pulls into view, and I sigh in relief as I walk to the door and let myself in. Russell looks in the rearview mirror, showing little surprise at seeing me alone.
