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Chapter 8
Patrick
Taking her home, I can’t wait to show her how much she means to me. Amara is everything I could want in a woman, and more.
As her boss, I was never supposed to lust for her supple, curvaceous body. Now that she isn’t my employee, there are no more excuses.
“I thought we were going to my place. What about Josiah?” she asks as we pull into my garage.
“I called your brother, Lincoln. He’s going to take care of Josiah for the evening.”
“You have plans for tonight?” she asks, already knowing the answer. That beautiful smile adorns her full lips, her curly black hair cascades down her beautiful shoulders in waves of midnight skies.
“I do.” Leading her into my living room, I settle her on the sofa. Then I grab a bottle of wine and some glasses, pouring a little for each of us.
Her skin looks like sweet milk chocolate, and I ache to bite into it. I know tonight is the night. I can’t handle these desires any longer, and I know she doesn’t want me to.
With no one around, I don’t have to control my desires. I move closer to her. I run my fingers over her right arm, and I feel her tensing softly under my touch. But she doesn’t look scared or worried. Oh, no. She looks eager; she looks relieved.
As she stares deep into my eyes, tilting her head up to do so, her green diamonds seem to say ‘finally.’
Even though I just poured it, I take her glass away and rest it on the nearby table, doing the same with my own—enough waiting. I can’t take being inches apart from her any longer. I need to feel her skin on mine.
Moving my hand behind the back of her neck, I pull her to me. She leans forward, apparently eager to reach my lips.
We kiss deeply. With our kiss, Amara melts in my arms, just like I knew she would.
I fight for control as I wrap my free arm around her curvaceous body and press her tightly against me. Her large, beautiful breasts press firmly against my chest.
It’s time. Tonight, she’s mine. I pick her up bridal style and make my way toward her bedroom, our lips still locked. Her tongue is soft and hot, and she allows me to take charge of our kiss.
I open my eyes just enough to see where I’m going. When we get to my bed, I set her down but don’t abandon her for a single second. Moving on top of her, I cover her curvy body with my muscular figure. When she’s finally underneath me, when she finally realizes this is actually happening, I begin to undress her.
Amara moans as my fingers touch each inch of exposed skin. Her blouse is promptly discarded on the ground, her skirt and bra quickly following. She is pure curves and pure sensuality, lying there beneath me.
Her gentle fingers help me undress as well. She is softer, less demanding. Her tenderness wakes up the beast in me. It’s all I can do to restrain myself as she continues until my shirt rests by her skirt, and my pants further away.
At long last, I have Amara in my arms. She is almost naked—vulnerable and perfect.
I rip her panties off. She doesn’t protest. Instead she smiles, undulating her hips sensually against mine. The leash I hold on my control frays with her motion.
Pressing my lips against her breasts, I kiss them, grabbing them harder than I should with both my hands. They are larger than my palms, more than a handful.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.” My tongue finds her nipples, and I flicker it over them, making her moan with delight.
The little sounds she makes, her breasts heaving up and down with each new gasp, is music to my ears.
“Oh, yes…Yes, Patrick.” She moans my name, and it feels like an angel calls my name...or maybe a devil, a temptress. The more time I spend with her, the more I want to sin.
I’m in no hurry to explore the rest of her body. Taking my time with her big breasts, I suck on her nipples as if they could quell my thirst for her.
Only after she’s lost herself in a sea of moans do I kiss and nibble my way down her perfect body. She is stunning, just my kind of woman, curvaceous in all the right places. Her ass is a work of art and her breasts should be worshiped for hours.
Rolling my hand over her hips, I squeeze her ass. My fingers sink into her thick behind, and I groan against her belly in arousal.
As I begin kissing my way down her waistline, I already smell her sweet arousal. My stiff length throbs uncontrollably. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Amara.
Finally, I reach that sweet spot between her thick thighs. She opens them for me, but I pull her legs wider still.
