“Mhmm.” I couldn’t hold back my moan. He was so deep.
“What I tell you?” He slammed into me. Then, before I could respond, I felt a sharp pain piercing through my neck.This nigga bit me.
Before I could acknowledge it, my mind flushed while pressure built between my legs. He rocked into me so roughly, making sure I felt every inch of him.
“Did I tell you to cum?” he asked.
“No but I can’t hold it,” I moaned, feeling as if my body wasn’t my own.
Whatever I said amped him up because if I thought his thrusts were unforgiving before? He was trying to break me in half now.
“Cum right now,” he demanded, ramming himself all the way inside me and pausing like it was that easy…shit, wait, was it?
I fell apart right there under him.
If this is a competition, he won.
Chapter 4
Julian
She lay next to me asleep, lightly snoring, facing the window. No lie, I’d snuck several peeks at her because Amaris was fucking beautiful to me…always had been. I meant what I’d said earlier. From the very fucking moment I’d seen her, I wanted her. But I utilized self-control, even though very often I found myself wanting to ride the fucking line tough.
I didn’t know how long I lay there, thoughts running rampant, before I fell asleep. I awakened what felt like a blink later from knocking at the door, then the sound of someone saying breakfast. It wasn’t until I heard footsteps moving towardthe door that my mind registered how deep I had been sleeping and the fact that she was no longer in bed with me.
When I sat up, she had just turned the corner to the door. Out of habit I reached for my phone that would’ve been on the nightstand next to me until it dawned on me that I didn’t have it.
“I did the same thing when I woke up. Then I realized I was here with you and my phone is nowhere near.” She turned the corner and her eyes were locked on me, as mine were on her. She’d just gotten out of the shower judging from the way her medium length hair crowned her face. Not only that, she was wearing a robe. It was open too, sending my thoughts straight to the gutter from the moment I took her in. Under the robe she wore a lacy, pink-ish bralette that stopped two inches above her belly button and a pair of lace underwear to match.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, shoving my face into my hands. “Damn, what time is it?”
“Ten. And I ordered breakfast.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I forced myself to my feet, moving toward the bathroom to piss and take care of my morning hygiene.
“Because you were snoring and I didn’t want to interrupt you. It seemed like you were sleeping well.”
I chuckled, standing over the toilet to relieve my bladder. “I did, but yo’ ass was asleep before me.” I leaned forward, flushed the toilet, and moved to brush my teeth.
“After last night, can you blame me? I was exhausted and you should have been too. I got you an omelet and black coffee, orange juice as well if you don’t do coffee anymore.”
“Mhmm.” I stabbed the toothbrush into my mouth. After spitting the excess toothpaste into the sink and repeating the routine a few times, I was done. I grabbed the face towel and cleaned my face. When I was finished, I grabbed the second robe hanging on the door and threw it on.
I came out just in time to see her taking a seat on the sofa furthest from the food tray. Her eyes fell on me briefly before she focused on the food in front of her on the small coffee table.
“How do you know what I eat?” I asked, taking a seat next to her.
“I used to go with Audry to get breakfast in the morning. After picking it up so many times, we memorized the orders like it’s our own.” She shrugged, referring to my old assistant.
I nodded. “So what you're saying is you picked up my order all those times she snuck off with Harold?”
Amaris laughed. “Probably.”
I shook my head. Shorty had been a good assistant, but that ducking off mess she used to do was her downfall. “Do you have any idea what you want to do today?”
A small smile crept across her features. “A little bit of exploring. I need ideas.”
I laughed, then forked the omelet. “Ideas?”
