Not until I was with him.
“Come here, sweet girl,” Jordan whispered. Her body lurched forward. She was too eager in her movements, and she almost tripped over her own two feet.
“Oops.” She let out a surprised giggle. It turned into a full laugh when she heard the resounding laughter of those in attendance. Her face flushed and she ducked her head, peeking at Jordan through her lashes.
“Careful there.” He grabbed on to her upper arms to keep her from tipping over. “What am I going to do with you, Melia?” His eyes were alight with humor as he pulled her up his body. She was starting to really like the way he said her nickname.
His hands were in her hair, and her next breath was swallowed by his lips pressing against hers. It wasn’t as urgent or aggressive as their other kisses. This was a slow pour, cracking her open so he could wrap around her. She was thawing out. All the places she’d cut off because of her ex, and maybe because of life itself, were unfurling with each touch.
There should have been an alarm going off—a panic at the notion that her boss was the one to show her desire in a way that made her feel wanted, but that was Monday’s problem. She was melting into him now, soaking in the feel of his lips against hers and how easily they seemed to fit together.
The warmth from him seeped into her bones, making her want to grind into his lap, but he held her firmly in place. He nipped at her bottom lip before pulling it in between his teeth. The bite was sharp enough to make her stomach clench, and it left her gasping.
“You are so beautiful. It hurts to look at you sometimes.” He pushed the errant curl that always fell forward away from her face. “You know, I love this curl.” He chuckled when it fell forward again. “It’s unruly, like you.” He kissed her when she opened her mouth to remind him that he was the more unruly out of the two of them.
“Shh, it’s a compliment.” He used the back of his hand to caress the side of her face. She leaned into the touch, feeling the atmosphere shift around them. They were both blurring lines and getting tangled up in each other in a way that was going to be hard to untangle. Jordan with every truth he spoke, and her with the tornado shifting inside of her body knocking everything loose. They were heading down a dangerous path, and neither one of them seemed to have any self-preservation to stop it.
“What am I going to do come Monday morning,” Jordan murmured, running his thumb across her bottom lip, “when you mouth off to me in the office and I can’t kiss these lips?”
There was that lump in the back of her throat again. This time the alarm bell blared, making her heartrate spike. He kept bringing up work, scenarios that she didn’t want to admit to having fantasized about. It had fueled her arousal at the start of this.
Now, when he spoke about the start of the work, she felt an ache deep inside of her at the prospect of returning to boss and employee. The bickering she was looking forward to. She hoped that would keep things in perspective for her. But when he kissed her again, taking his time to run his tongue along her bottom lip before sliding in her mouth to taste her contented sigh. The ground moved beneath her, throwing her world upside down. She allowed herself to want more.
More nights in Sirens.
More nights with him.
Jordan shifted her until she was straddling his lap. His cock brushed against her, and she bit down hard on his lip, moaning low in her throat. She swiveled her hips, allowing the delicious tease to push away what she was feeling. She wanted to focus on her pleasure, hers and Monica’s. She needed to be grounded in the moment. She couldn’t think about her past or what was to come. It would just lock her up inside her mind, and those orgasms she received early in the night would be the only ones she’d have.
And Amelia was greedy tonight; she wanted more.
Jordan’s hips surged up to meet her. His head fell back on a moan; his eyes were glazed over. He put his hand on her stomach, tilting her body back. She let him move her. The change had her gliding against his cock with the tip hitting her clit. She shivered, biting her bottom lip, watching him watch the space where they were connected.
“You feel so good. I could slip inside you right now and put us both out of our misery.” Jordan’s deep rumble made her legs shake. She could cum like this, with everyone watching her grind against him while he continued to talk to her.
“I want to fuck you, Ms. Wayne,” he growled.
She pitched forward. The command in his voice had her so close. She knew if he slipped inside of her right this second, she’d climax around him with ease.
“But I want to feel Monica fuck you more.” He cupped her face, stealing another kiss. “I let you in on a secret.” She was still moving against his cock, her mind slowly shutting off with each slide.
“The strap Monica is wearing has a piece attached to it that’ll be up against her clit.” He kept his voice low. “So every time she slides into this sweet pussy of yours, you’ll be giving her pleasure right back. I wonder….” He pulled away.
She was conscious enough to see the mischief in his eyes.
“Who will make who cum first? Me, with your lips wrapped around my cock. Monica, when you bounce that ass back on the strap.” His smirk was wild and vicious. “Or you with your mouth filled with my cock and Monica fuckin’ you until you don’t know your own name.” Jordan chuckled.
Amelia smiled, pulling herself out of Jordan’s hold. She glanced over her shoulder at Monica looking gorgeous in her black dress and strap. The ridges were going to make things interesting, but she’d seen a similar one on a forum she’d spent an insane amount of time on researching things. The strap was designed for both partners to find pleasure together. Couples in the forum had chimed in on how intense the climax had been for the person wearing the strap. The part that sat against the clit also vibrated, and Amelia’s smile grew wider.
She turned toward Jordan, slowly crawling between his legs, she gripped his cock in her hands. She let out a small whimper when she felt Monica’s fingers against her ass.
“Arch a little more for me, sweet girl.” Amelia did as Monica asked and was reward with a quick nip against her right ass cheek. The sensation caused her to arch even more, and the whispered “damn” sent a surge of wetness out of her. She really did love the power she held over her. The way both Monica and Jordan seemed enthralled with her body was a heady feeling. She’d always felt average and forgettable, but with them, she felt like a goddess.
Amelia locked eyes with Jordan and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. His hips jerked and he grunted, making her smile. “In case you’ve forgotten, Mr. Monroe.” She swirled her tongue around the tip. “I never like to lose. My guess,” she taunted, “I’ll break you both first.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jordan groaned low in his throat when he watched Amelia wrap her plush lips around his cock. Her mouth felt like heaven, and he was determined to climb from his spot in hell to reach her. There was a wildness to her that sent his pulse into a tailspin. The little curl had fallen forward again, and his palms itched to touch it. He was obsessed with the thing.
