As he was learning, he was becoming obsessed with everything about her. His gaze flicked to Monica who wore a similar wild expression. Her eyes were glued to the spot between Amelia’s legs, and he could only imagine what she was seeing. Her chest was rising and failing at a fast rate and her lips parted slightly. There was a flush coating her skin.
Jordan wasn’t surprised Amelia was having that effect on Monica. She had that effect on him too.
He moaned loudly when she suctioned her lips around him and her clever little hands played with his balls. He hissed out a breath, trying to think of anything other than the woman between his legs. “Fuck, Melia.” But her warm mouth was making it hard to focus on anything other than her.
“Are you going to help me out here?” He let out a pained chuckle. “She’ll have me finished before you even start if she keeps this up.” He was pleading with Monica who looked a little too pleased with things.
“I don’t know if I should.” Monica’s smile was wide. “You look like you’re exactly where you want to be.” She ran her fingers across Amelia’s ass, and he felt the low hum vibrate across his low stomach.
He arched off the chaise.
Accounting. I have accounting paperwork to go over. Didn’t someone tell me we were spending too much on something? What was it?
Jordan tried to focus on the mundane tasks of office life, but his mind easily shifted to Amelia in the office, which either made things worse or better.
He couldn’t tell.
He reached for the curl again, twisting it in his fingers. The way he touched her here, the way he was drowning in her now would have to be locked away into a vault.
How the hell am I going to do that?
He sucked in a sharp breath. His toes curled and his leg started to shake. “Whoa…wait…easy. Fuck!” He reached for Amelia, quickly pulling her off him before he embarrassed himself. Her mouth made a little popping sound when he slid out of her. “Fuck…fuck,” he grunted, seeing the string of saliva connecting his cock to her chin.
Her mouth was glossy. She used her fingers to wipe herself clean, never taking her eyes off him. She hummed low, smirking. “I think I made a mess.”
Yep, he was going to combust and die from the inside out.
“You are a dangerous woman, Amelia Wayne,” he murmured, knowing she could bend him to her will with ease.
He glanced over her shoulder, damn near silently pleading with Monica to help him out because there was no way he was going to last much longer. He didn’t mind if he came in her mouth, but he wanted to do that with her legs wrapped around him instead.
Monica laughed. “You see what you do to him, Amelia?” She came to stand directly behind her. “You have this man by the balls, quite literally.” She grabbed Amelia’s hips, pulling her back toward her. “I think we can make him explode with ease, yeah?”
Amelia’s eyes rolled, and her fingers curled into his thigh. He was torn between watching Monica as she glided the dildo into Amelia with a practiced ease and watching the way Melia’s face twisted into a mixture of pleasure and need.
“Easy, Ms. Wayne,” Monica murmured. “You’re doing so good. Isn’t she Mr. Monroe?”
“Yes, she is,” Jordan responded, marveling at the way Amelia’s body started to shake.
Monica pulled back slowly before sliding back in. This time it was Monica who let out a little gasp because Amelia met her thrusts with one of her own.
“Look at that, Melia,” Jordan whispered. He cupped her face when her head fell forward. He wanted to see her pleasure. “I told you she was going to enjoy herself.” Amelia’s smile slipped off her face when Monica found a new rhythm.
“Ohh, shit,” Amelia grunted, her nails digging deeper into his thighs. “So…ssogood,” she mumbled over her words.
Monica picked up the pace of her thrusts, each one had both women gasping and whimpering. Their sound skated over his skin, heating him. He loved all the pretty sounds Amelia was making, and he wanted to catalog every single thing about this moment. The way her eyes fluttered closed, only to pop back open when Monica surged forward.
He wanted to carve to memory how she chewed on her bottom lip to keep her pleasure muted, only to release it a second later, and let her cries be heard.
And what sweet cries they were.
He was learning her sounds, finding the subtle difference between each one so he could bottle it up and keep it.
And hopefully hear again one day.
Monica let out a groan that made his cock twitch, and he smiled. “I see she’s got you right where she wants you too, huh, Monica?” He winked at her when she glared at him.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Melia.” Jordan looked at her half-lidded gaze. “To know you’re giving her pleasure as she gives you yours.” He felt her subtle nod in his hands. Her gaze dipped to his cock and the damn thing jumped at attention.
