He was able to breathe a little easier until he looked down at Amelia. Her eyes rolled, and her hand was moving faster between her legs. His grip on her chin tightened. “Slow down, Melia. I don’t want you to climax too fast. We have a surprise for you,” he murmured.
Monica returned quickly to stand next to him. The fact that they never made it to the center of the room should have made him put some brakes on what was going down. He wanted everyone here to watch how he touched her—watch how he was the source of her breathy moans and sweet cries. He had the insane urge to mark her flesh—a tattoo etched into her skin so everyone knew she had been his for only a moment in time.
And so she could never escape him the way he would never escape her.
He wanted her taste altered. The musky scent of sex and the sounds they made intertwined until it coated her skin. Her every breath, a reminder of how they touched her, of how everyone watched what it took to bring her pleasure.
How they prayed at her altar, and she rewarded them with her sweet sonnets.
Jordan rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t yet felt her wrapped around him, and he was already in too deep. There was no way he would be able to extract her from his system after tonight.
“Still green?” He checked in with her when Monica showed her the strap. The harness was all black. The dildo was purple and wasn’t overly huge. It was a little thicker than his own cock and had ridges along the side. He smirked, already seeing the facial expression Amelia would make—how well Monica was going to slide into her and fuck her while he fucked her face.
“Super green.” Amelia’s eyes were wide but eager.
“Good, open up.” He didn’t wait for Monica to get the strap on before he slid into Amelia’s mouth, slowly to torture only himself. “Fuck me,” he grunted, pulling out and sliding back in.
Monica stood behind them, the strap firmly in place. “Is the floor…?” He hissed in a breath, feeling Amelia’s tongue on the underside of his cock. She teased the point between his base and tip. His hips surged harder into her mouth. His need to see her eyes water while he took what she offered overwhelmed him.
“Mr. Monroe?” Monica purred next to him. He watched as she spit into her hand and wrapped it around his dick. “Do you mind slowing down so I can get into position?”
“Huh? Oh.” He cleared his throat. “Yes, yeah.” He held his breath, thinking about the files his accountant wanted him to go over tonight. The numbers, the math, and mundaneness of it helped slow his rapid pulse and ease the tingling sensation building inside of him.
Monica bent down, kissing the side of Amelia’s head. “Do you see how mindless you make him?” she whispered, but Jordan heard every word. It was like his senses had zeroed in on only them.
“I bet you have him wrapped around your finger.” She nudged Jordan back, and he popped out of Amelia’s mouth. “I teased him about how well he knew how to touch your body, but I bet you know how to touch his mind just as well.”
Jordan grunted. He wasn’t sure if Monica meant for those words to be heard by him, but they were loud and clear. He tried to find fault in what she observed, but there was none. Even in the office he’d been able to read her moods—read her joy and her annoyance as if they were his own. He’d been the first one to know when she broke up with that dipshit she brought to one company party. He’d been the first one to know when she was going to call out sick based on the sound of her cough or sneeze. He knew when she hadn’t had her second cup of coffee because her eyebrows would be permanently pinched together.
It had alarmed him at first. How could he be so in tune with someone when he was rarely in the office? But ever since he had hired her, there had been a rhythm between them that he had a hard time ignoring. It was why they bickered and why he was a pain in her ass. He needed to keep the lines from blurring.
Like they’re blurring now.
He pushed that thought to the far corners of his mind. Now wasn’t the time to put his CEO cap on. He was just Jordan Monroe having a good time with two beautiful women.
Monica planted a chaste kiss on Amelia’s lips. “I’m going to fuck you now.” Those words made him twitch.
“I will not take offense if you’re thinking it’s his cock instead,” Monica murmured. “I want you to cum. I want your orgasm all over my strap, and then I’m going to watch you lick it clean while he fucks you, okay?”
Jordan’s groan was so loud it echoed off the walls around him and heated his blood. The vivid picture Monica painted was enough to do him in. The smile twinkling in Amelia’s eyes told him she had him exactly where she wanted him, and truthfully, he was perfectly okay with that.
He brushed the back of his hand against Amelia’s cheek. “Look at you, so eager for what we can give you,” he murmured, enjoying the way her breath hitched. “Don’t take it easy on her, Monica. I want to feel her cries vibrating against my cock.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
They moved to the sex chaise, thankfully. Amelia’s knees on the floor weren’t going to do her any favors in the morning. Sirens went out of their way to make the floor as comfortable as possible, but old injuries made it hard for Amelia to stay kneeling for long. Even as she got up and walked toward the chaise, her joints cracked with each step. Getting older was fun, but sometimes the body liked to tap out on her when she was in a certain position too long.
“How you feeling?” Monica asked, running her fingers across her low back before dipping toward her ass.
Amelia shivered against the touch. They had taken the butt plug out when they got to the chaise. Her pulse jumped at the idea of both of them taking her at the same time. She had put the prospect for it on her intake form initially and for tonight. She’d never done it before and was intrigued by the idea, but she also wasn’t one hundred percent on board with the idea right now. They both understood, and she didn’t realize how quickly her body relaxed. She was still working through finding her boundaries but was glad she was able to stand firm in them.
“Good, ready for more.” Amelia squirmed when Monica’s hand dipped between her legs.
“You’re doing so good,” Monica whispered. “I know this is only your third room,” Amelia gasped and looked back. There was a prickle of unease skirting up her spine.
“It’s not meant to be nosey and gossipy,” Monica rushed. “They gave me your file and his.” She nodded toward Jordan. “They give me the file of anybody I interact with here.” Her voice dipped. “It’s so I know how to help you.”
Amelia’s eyes rolled when she felt Monica’s fingers twist inside of her. The unease she’d been feeling started to dissipate. The logic behind Monica’s words reassured her. No one could play in the rooms on the higher levels without an employee from Sirens present.
