“I can feel you dripping down my leg.” Monica’s tongue snaked out, tracing the tip of his finger, causing his thigh to shift again. “You’re making such a mess. I can’t wait for you to cum all over our legs and then watch you clean it up.”
“Fuck,” Jordan grunted at the same time Amelia moaned deep in the back of her throat. He swallowed up every sound she made, pulling it into himself and letting everything about her slip into his system.
“I think you both like that idea.” Monica chuckled, running her tongue across both his fingers and Amelia’s neck again. The sensation had his thigh shifting once more. Every time Amelia shifted her hips forward, he matched the movement with a rise of his thigh. He could feel Monica’s leg moving with him too.
The movement caused Amelia to start shaking in his arms as he continued to kiss her, inhaling her breaths. She clawed at his skin; her nails dug into his wrists as Monica’s arms wrapped around him to pull them all closer to each other.
“Fuck, fuck me, oh fuck,” Amelia chanted. She broke the kiss on a low groan. Her head fell forward, and he released his grip on her neck to grab her chin, pushing her face back toward him.
He wanted to see this, up close and under the dim lighting. He wanted to memorize every eye flutter, the way her lips formed the perfect O shape before opening fully and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. He wanted to note the way the warm flush slowly crept up her face, basking it in a glow that mirrored the sunshine. He wanted to memorize the way her body shook in his arms as she finally let go. He wanted to remember how her eyes slowly opened, and her lips turned up at the corners when she started to come down from her climax.
“So beautiful,” Jordan whispered. His own heart fluttered in his chest, creeping its way up to his throat to cause his breathing to stall. She was utterly gorgeous, watching her fall apart and slowly stitch herself back together were easily one of his top two moments so far. He had a hard enough time keeping his focus off her at the office; knowing this was how she looked coming undone was going to make it almost impossible to keep his distance, but he would. He would just hold on to this moment like his most prized artwork, the one he kept in his room only for him.
“That was…” Amelia trailed off. “Wow.” Jordan chuckled, hearing the awe in her tone.
“More.” She shifted her hips and Jordan groaned, sealing his lips against hers once more. He’d give her whatever she wanted tonight and more. He was going to savor every second of it because once he walked out of this room, he’d be Mr. Monroe again, and she’d be his pain-in-the-ass assistant, Ms. Wayne.
There could be nothing else.
No matter how much I want there to be.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amelia felt like she was floating on a lake in late summer. The orgasm had basked her skin in a warmth she only ever got from sunbathing. Her breath hitched when she felt the dual sensation of Monica’s and Jordan’s fingers against her skin before they both pulled away from her, leaving her gloriously naked, save for the heels she wore.
Her dress had pooled around her feet, but she didn’t dare move, unsure if her legs were steady enough to keep her upright. Her core ached and her stomach dipped, needing more of what Jordan and Monica had given her. She had never experienced a climax without the combination of penetration, clit stimulation, and something a little extra, whether that be praise, degradation, choking, or being pinned down. She just needed more.
It was one of the things her ex complained about when they were together: her need for all this extra work when it came to her pleasure. He made it feel like a chore. Where here at Sirens, it never felt like a burden to have those she explored with know what it would take to get her to climax. They always delivered in a way that made her feel like they enjoyed themselves as much as she enjoyed them.
Yet here she stood on shaky legs feeling the aftereffects of an orgasm that had been so simple for her to reach.
And it only took your asshole boss to get you there.
Amelia promptly ignored the thought, refusing, even in this setting, to give him a win. It wasn’t just him who had sent her body into a tailspin. It was Monica’s sweet lips against her skin and her toying with the butt plug that helped send her over the edge.
Jordan did not have sway over her body.
“Still green?” Jordan murmured in that gruff voice sending a shiver across her body. His nostrils flared when his gaze swept over her body.
“Super green.” Amelia stood a little taller, putting her shoulders back, inviting his gaze. Feeling his and Monica’s eyes on her naked body made her wetter, and it was heightened by the faces she couldn’t see but knew surrounded her.
She had asked for the number that would be in attendance for this night. She wanted an idea on how many people would sign up to watch a stranger receive pleasure. She was surprised at how quickly the sign-ups started, and every time the number rose, her nerves spiked. But there was a delicious heat that built in her stomach and spilled over into her limbs, stealing her breath every time she thought about someone watching her.
“Can you feel them?” Monica circled her like a predator, coming to stand next to Jordan. They made a powerful image. Both commanding in different ways.
Monica was soft in the way her eyes crinkled in the corners and the way her dress encased a body built to be worshipped. Every breath she took made the front of her dress move, exposing more of her full breasts to Amelia’s hungry gaze. She looked regal in a way that made Amelia want to get on her knees and pledge her loyalty.
Jordan always had a hard edge to him. He exuded nonchalance to unsuspecting people, but Amelia had always known what to look for when she watched him in the office. He was a cobra, coiled and ready to strike when he saw the perfect opening. His eyes missed nothing, and there was currently a fire sparking in them, ready to set her ablaze. She would burn for him because she understood what pleasure awaited her on the other side.
“Can you feel the energy shifting with each breath you take?” Monica murmured, her eyes lingering on Amelia’s chest.
Amelia nodded and shifted on her feet. Her fingers twitched at her sides, desperate to reach out and touch them both. She wanted to see what brought them pleasure and tease them in a manner that made them lose control and give in to her every whim.
She wondered what that type of power felt like.
To drive someone so far to the edge they couldn’t think or breathe in anything but the consumption of the person across from them.
Amelia reached out for both of them, her need driving her forward. Monica took a step back while Jordan grabbed both her hands. He shook his head, placing them back at her side, and she huffed out a breath. She wanted more. She might have enjoyed the way they both looked at her like she was a sweet treat they planned to devour, but she was ready to feel full, to experience another climax at their hands.
