“I wonder if we’ve run into each other before and didn’t even know it,” he murmured, “and for your last question, you already know why I’m here tonight. I’m here to fuck you, in front of all these people, with Monica’s help.”
Amelia dropped her head and let out a sharp breath. The anticipation for tonight had been building at the speed of a freight train the second she’d gotten home and taken a quick shower. She was trying to hold on to the knowledge that her rapid pulse and the way she was soaked to the point she could feel it on her inner thighs had nothing to do with the man standing behind her and everything to do with her excitement from what she wanted to experience tonight.
She felt him move around her again. “Ms. Wayne,” he groaned, and she leaned forward, her legs too shaky to hold her upright.
Her gaze snapped to his when she felt his warm hand on her elbow, steadying her. She wanted to rub herself up against him—ride his thigh to create enough friction to make her climax. Her lower back tingled, and her breathing came out in short choppy bursts. She couldn’t remember a time where the idea of sex had her practically melting into her partner’s hands.
They stared at each other in a tense silence. Half his face was covered up by some generic mask, but she could feel every single one of his features sending a blaze of need through her as he stared down at her. The room fell away until they were the only two left. She couldn’t decide if she should press into him and damn them both or not.
Maybe she should pull away and end this before they truly crossed a line they couldn’t come back from. Her mind was already laying out the HR nightmare this could turn into for both of them, yet she still stood there, heart beating wildly in her chest and refusing to give voice to reason.
“Look at you,” Jordan murmured, bringing his lips to her ear. His deep rumble made her belly swoop. She was leaning forward, inhaling whatever citrus scent wafted off his skin. It had her licking her lips, ready to taste him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so…” he chuckled, “so quiet, Ms. Wayne.” She felt the phantom touch of his lips against the shell of her ear. She arched into him desperate to feel his lips against her pulse. “You don’t know what it’s doing to me to fin—to have you in my arms.” Jordan groaned in her ear.
Good Lord, she was going to combust from his voice alone. She should have known he’d be like this: a strong, commanding presence. She wanted to be surprised at how easily he was able to turn her limbs to liquid, but if she thought about it too long, she’d be able to pull up every instance at the office where his deep timbre caused her pulse to spike or her breath to hitch.
“Who knew behind all that sass and sharp tongue, there was a sweet girl so desperate for my touch?” He pulled her flush against his body. She let out a surprise gasp and could have sworn she heard something click in place. His muscles were taut under her soft curves, making her wonder how they’d quake from her touch or her tongue.
“I can read every thought in your head, Ms. Wayne.” His tone was deceptively soft. “I wonder how much of a mess I can get you to make against my fingers.” He hummed when she shifted on her feet pushing herself closer to him.
“I bet you’re soaked—pussy dripping so much your inner thighs are drenched,” he growled. “Did you do as was suggested and leave yourself bare under this dress?”
“Yes.” The words left her in a hiss. Her growing desire was more for her boss than the anticipation of being fucked in front of a room full of people.
Amelia felt hollow and achy, almost desperate enough to beg Mr. Monroe to touch her right now, but he abruptly pulled back from her so fast she would have pitched forward if not for the grip he still held on to her elbow. The cool air pumping through the vents eased the burning fire they were creating. Her senses came back online with the room coming into clear view. She’d momentarily forgotten she was in room Star. She could feel all the eyes on her, and she ducked her head, a small flush creeping across her cheeks.
Just breathe.
She peeked through her lashes, looking around the room. She tried to see how many people were in attendance. Sirens had given her a ballpark number, but seeing that number in person had a different effect on her. Luckily or unluckily—she wasn’t sure which—she couldn’t see much of anything.
“Are we getting shy, Ms. Wayne?” Amelia could hear the teasing tone in Jordan’s voice. “Who would have thought?” His lips twitched. She felt like he was mocking her somehow. It settled on her skin like ice.
“Is this how you spend your time, Mr. Monroe?” she grumbled, snatching her elbow from his grip. Her voice of reason picking now to come to the forefront.
Tonight was supposed to be about reclaiming parts of herself she lost or never got to explore because she’d been stuck in a relationship she should have cut off long before they ever started. His being here was ruining that. He was supposed to be a stranger, and she didn’t care how objectively attractive he was, he was still her boss.
Who made me late for this scene.
“Is this why you’re always unavailable and leave me with your headaches and company to run?” She was being pissy. Her claws were outstretched and aimed for his throat.
This was familiar territory for them. A reminder that no matter how much her body was responding to him, they needed to be back on even ground so she could walk away.
You’re not leaving.
The traitorous little thought was accompanied by the tightening of her stomach.
Jordan chuckled, his eyes sparking with delight. “And there she is,” he whispered, taking a step closer. She took a step back, knowing if he was in her orbit again, she’d be pulled under the spell of Sirens pleasure club and him.
“I was wondering if I would be blessed with that sharp tongue of yours.” He moved again, and this time she didn’t step back. She took a steadying breath and breathed in his citrus scent.
“Is there hope I can persuade you to put that tongue to better use tonight?” His eyes darkened as they fell to her lips.
Amelia’s hand shot up to curl into his button-down shirt. She barely had time to stop herself from clinging to him and pulling him closer to her. She needed to step back—to walk out of here and never look back. Instead, she smiled up at him and whispered, “Only if you play your cards right, Mr. Monroe.”
“Well, if this chemistry is anything to go by, tonight is going to be fun.”
Amelia turned toward the newcomer and knew immediately she was looking at Monica. She’d been told ahead of time Monica would be a part of this as their coordinator and to help in any way they saw fit. Amelia’s eyes traveled down the length of Monica’s body, pulling her lip between her teeth. She could feel the uptick in Jordan’s heart under her palms.
