“You remember how you teased me about patience?” Jordan’s voice rumbled across her shoulders as he came to stand behind her.
“I knew it wasn’t going to be me that needed the reminder.” Jordan chuckled and Monica rolled her eyes.
“Oh, would you look at that…” Jordan’s words followed the path of his fingers down Amelia’s back. “Look at the mess you made all over Monica’s thigh. Do you see how her skin glistens in that one spot?” Jordan moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck.
“My pants are soaked because of you too. I don’t think I’m going to wash these either, not until they lose your smell.” Another kiss. “And I only have to rely on my memory of the way you looked,” another kiss, “the way you sounded coming apart for us.” Another kiss and her knees buckled.
“Oops, careful now.” Jordan’s rough hands gripped her hip, pulling her flush toward his body. She hummed low in her throat, practically purring in his hold. “Is this what my touch does to you? Turns you so soft and eager?” He sucked in a breath when she pushed her ass into him. “So greedy. I’ll have to keep that in mind when you give me attitude at work. How easy it’ll be for me to correct it behind my desk.”
“Oh, fuck,” Amelia shifted on her feet, feeling her pussy ache. Her eyes closed as he continued to talk. “How pretty you’d look with your legs spread open while I taste how stressful your day is.”
The image popped in her head long before he put it there. She could see her skirt bunched up around her waist as her gaze took in the view. She’d wonder if anyone in the other buildings could see them, and she secretly hoped that was the case.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He chuckled. He brought his hand across her stomach and slowly dipped lower. “Your breathing just changed,” he murmured. His hand hovered just above where she desperately wanted him to go. “I see someone has been fantasizing about me fucking her in my office.”
Amelia let out a sharp gasp, her eyes widening. She wanted to deny it, should push the thoughts away and tell him that’s not who they were supposed to be tonight. It was a dangerous game for both of them to play. How could she go to work on Monday and not remember the possessive way his hands gripped her or the way his lips felt pressed against her skin?
“Jor—” she swallowed her groan when he finally cupped her between her legs. Her hips automatically moved, chasing the quiet tingling sensation creeping its way across her lower back.
“What was that?” He wrapped his mouth around her pulse and sucked hard. She could feel the wetness gushing out of her. She had a fleeting thought to be embarrassed, but it dissolved when she felt Jordan’s low rumble against her back. The vibration echoed inside of her, sending another wave of wetness spilling out of her and into his waiting hand.
“She’s making such a mess, Monica.” Amelia could hear the smirk in his tone when he pulled back. “I can barely catch it all in my hand.”
Monica stepped forward, cocooning her in. “Do you need help?” The question was aimed at Jordan, but Amelia nodded anyway. She wasn’t sure which of the two would give her what she wanted the quickest, and she wasn’t above begging.
“You are so pretty,” Monica murmured, dipping her head down. She pressed her lips to Amelia’s chest, kissing her with such a slow and gentle touch a sob tore through her throat.
“Easy, Melia. We got you.” The way Jordan shortened her name made her light-headed. There was a softness to it. Her breath caught in her throat, and she had the silly notion of turning around and burying herself into his warmth.
Every time he called her name at work, it was sharp and commanding. There was an authoritative edge that made it clear where they both stood in the office. The nickname whispered in his gruff tone hit her in a space her ex had helped close off to herself and the world, but Jordan was dangerously close to having it thaw out.
Don’t fall for him.
The warning whispered in her mind and made her go rigid in their hold. She tried to stop herself from reacting, but the way they both eased up on their torturous exploration told her she didn’t do a good job. She didn’t want to stop, was ready to keep going and ignore the silly warning her mind conjured up. She had no use for relationships right now, and even if she did, falling for her boss had disaster written all over it.
“Green,” Amelia cleared her throat to make sure it remained steady. “Still green, I’m good.”
Amelia wasn’t surprised when they both hesitated. She appreciated their caution. The way they both held their breath and still waited to make sure she was truly good to go. She smiled, easing back into Jordan’s body. Being a member at Sirens had shone a huge spotlight on all the ways she’d let her ex, and men before him, disregard not only her pleasure but also her consent.
How many times had she stiffened up, and when she tried to get a ‘wait’ or ‘I’m not sure’ out, they completely ignored her or shut her down?
Too many to count.
She didn’t suffer that problem here. Every single time she made a reservation, she met people who watched her body better than she did some days. If she said yellow or red, they immediately stopped and let her set the pace to continue.
She had the power here.
“Don’t stop,” Amelia rocked her hips into Jordan’s hand. “Can I touch you?” she reached out for Monica who shook her head and smiled.
“Not yet, pretty girl. You behave, and I’ll let you explore later.” She stood up and placed a chaste kiss against her lips. “You’re doing so good,” she murmured. “I’m glad you know to use your safe words.” Another quick kiss on the lips before she moved down Amelia’s chest, leaving a trail of lightning with each touch.
Amelia’s head fell back against Jordan’s shoulder. Her breath came out in short bursts as her hips rocked back and forth with urgency. She could feel Jordan’s lips against her jaw, slowly dipping toward her neck. His tongue teased her rapid pulse, coaxing it to beat in a rhythm for him.
She arched up, pushing her body into Monica’s touch when she closed her lips around her pebbled nipple.
“Fuck,” Amelia hissed out. “More, I need…I need…fuck me.” She groaned when Monica nipped at her. She pinched her other nipple between her thumb and index finger, adding just enough bite to send a sharp zap down Amelia’s middle and hitting her pussy. She was growing wetter by the second. She couldn’t tell if the sounds she heard were coming from grinding her pussy into Jordan’s hand or from Monica’s wicked mouth.
“There you go,” Jordan whispered. “It’s okay to relax.” Monica slowly got down on her knees. “Watch her, Melia. Let her help me bring you pleasure.”
