I can’t let her find us like this. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.
“Everything is fine. I dropped a glass.”
I glance at Amelia who is watching me closely, waiting for her cue to move and get dressed. I shake my head and raise a finger to my lips.
“Have you seen Amelia?” Of course, Orla is worried that I might’ve already dismissed her.
“She is in here with me.”
There’s a pause.
“Fine. Well, I hope she talks more sense into you than I did.”
I listen to her footsteps retreating across the foyer before I realize that Amelia’s legs are shaking in my grip. “I’m sorry, Amelia. I didn’t?—”
“No.” She twists her hips out from under me, and slides backwards across the desk, sitting up and facing me squarely. “Don’t you dare tell me that you’re sorry this happened.” She folds her arms across her naked breasts and closes her legs. Her cheeks are rosy from her orgasm.
I’m aware of my exposed cock. The taste of Amelia’s cum on my lips. The adrenaline pumping through my veins. I fucked up. This is all down to me, but I don’t regret a single moment of it. If this hadn’t happened, if I hadn’t acted on the overwhelming desire I felt when I first met her, she’d be upstairs packing her suitcase right now, and I’d have spent the rest of my life regretting it.
“I’m not sorry this happened.” My voice is low but thick with want. Need. Lust. “I’m sorry that I put you in this position. I’m sorry that we almost got caught.”
“That’s it?” she asks.
“That’s it.”
I move closer to the desk, reminding myself that she wanted this too. She could’ve stopped me. She could’ve screamed sexual harassment and gone running to Orla. But she didn’t. Her passion matched mine in a way that I’ve never experienced before. Not even with Niamh.
“In case you didn’t notice, I want you, Amelia. I want every part of you. I want to know you inside and out. I … felt it the first moment I saw you.”
She doesn’t move, and I wish that I could get inside her head and know what she is thinking. “I felt it too,” she murmurs.
“I don’t know what I can offer you.”
I spent all night trying to process this desire, and the best I could come up with was sending her away. I can only take this one step at a time. The most important thing right now is for her to know that I’m not going to use her and discard her.
“Do you still want me to leave?”
“Fuck no! I’d have been a fucking idiot to let you walk straight back out of my life.”
She smiles, and my heart performs somersaults inside my chest. “Can you still work with me?”
“The honest answer is I don’t know. But I’ll give it my best fucking shot. That is, if you still want to work for me.”
She chews her bottom lip and, without thinking, I close the distance between us and tug her lip out from beneath her teeth with my thumb. I cup her face with both hands and brush her lips with mine.
“Please say yes, Amelia.”
“Yes.”
My blood pumps around my veins and straight down to my already engorged cock. It’s more than I deserve. I’d be lying if I said that I wanted to avoid this because I never wanted to be this kind of fucking boss. The sexual pervert kind.
But I have to ask. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m old enough to be your father?”
“Stop talking, Declan, and kiss me already.”
She fists my hair, pulling me close. Her kisses are not as hungry as they were when I first touched her. Those kisses were driven by excitement, the fear of getting caught, the knowledge that what we were doing was wrong on so many levels.
Now, she kisses me like she wants me. Really wants me. I slide two fingers between her legs, stretching her, smiling at how wet she is. Still. Despite the interruption.
