“You’re really pretty.” Amelia liked the way the front of her dress played peek-a-boo with her chest. Every breath, every slight sway gave Amelia a glimpse of her full breasts.
Monica laughed, extending her hand. Amelia shook it, keeping one hand wrapped in Jordan’s shirt. She noticed Monica had closed in on them, her other hand placed against his bicep. They were all connected one way or another. There was a slight pause in Amelia’s breathing—it felt like she’d just dropped from a rollercoaster.
Monica brought their joined hands to her lips. “You’re pretty too, sweet girl.” She murmured against Amelia’s skin. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a pleasure working with you.” Her gaze slide to Jordan’s. “Both of you.”
“Yes,” Amelia squeaked out. Jordan wrapped his large hand around her wrist, tugging her closer to the hard plains of his body. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her lips parted, hoping to get much-needed air in her lungs.
“Breathe, Ms. Wayne.” Jordan’s breath fanned across her face.
“I am breathing,” she grumbled, but it felt like the room was spinning.
His dark chuckle was the only response she got before she felt his other hand pressed into her chest. “Slowly, I can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest.”
Amelia tried to focus on what he said. She tried to get her lungs to cooperate, but the dual sensations of his body and scent slipped into her system, plus the gentle touch of Monica’s fingers against her wrist sent her body into a freefall.
The first dip on a rollercoaster always made it hard for her to catch her breath; her stomach would drop as she screamed at the top of her lungs with her arms stretched out as if she were flying. This was giving her the same sensation, and if they kept touching her like this, she was liable to experience a first tonight.
“Ms. Wayne,” Jordan murmured, his grip tightening on her hip. Her lower back tingled, and her grip on his shirt tightened to the point she was sure she was digging into his skin, going by his sharp hiss.
She didn’t care.
Not when she felt the slow build of a climax wrapping around her and threatening to pull her under.
Amelia always had trouble finding her release. Six years stuck in a relationship that had less to do with what she enjoyed and more to do with what got him off in the quickest way possible left her feeling like something was wrong with her. In her newly single life, she found that she wasn’t broken, and sex with herself and others was fun and easy. It came with pleasure and a knowledge of her body, which she knew was only going to continue to build. She would need something extra to help push her over the edge.
“Ms. Wayne.” She felt Jordan’s hand slide up her chest and wrap around the side of her neck. “Open your eyes, pretty girl,” he murmured, and she reluctantly complied.
“There’s my girl.” His lips twitched. She felt Monica move behind her and she tensed. “Easy. It’s just us.”
Amelia’s lips twisted to the side. They weren’t exactly alone. They were in the middle—well, they hadn’t even made it to the middle of the room yet, but they were in a room full of people watching them. She could feel their eyes on her body, feel the stillness in the room as if they were all holding their breaths right along with her.
“Okay, fine. It’s not just us.” Jordan pulled her closer. His heat and hardness settled over her like a heavy blanket. “You always were a stickler for the details.” He winked.
Amelia let out a short laugh. “With you as my boss, I have to be. Details are important.”
“That they are, Ms. Wayne. I’ll be sure to show you just how detail-oriented I am later. But….” He leaned his head against hers. Their breaths mingled together, and she had the horrifying feeling he was going to kiss her. She didn’t like how her body jumped at the idea or the way she craved it in the same way she craved the release that was still building inside of her.
“If you want to continue, Ms. Wayne, we need to hear your consent.” Jordan pulled back just as she felt Monica’s hand on her other hip. They were caging her in, surrounding her in a little cocoon she was ready to nest in.
“Amelia,” her first name off Jordan’s lips made her lungs spasm. He rarely, if ever, called her by her first name. The sound rolled off out of his mouth like honey, slow and sticky, slipping down her chest, ready to be consumed off her skin. She wanted him to keep saying it, wanted to hear how it sounded when he groaned in pleasure and frustration.
“Yes?” she barely contained her whimper. Her hips tried to jerk forward, chasing a phantom touch her body desperately needed. Both Monica’s and Jordan’s hands tightened on her, trying to keep her still. She was soaked. She clenched her legs together, trying to ease her ache. “Please,” she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes again.
“I’ll give you anything you want, Amelia.” Jordan placed his thumb under her chin. “But we need your words. Tell us you want this to continue. Tell us you’re okay with what’s to come.”
A hush fell over Amelia. She fluttered her eyes open to see Jordan looking at her with an intensity she’d only ever seen when he was passionate about a deal. She’d been part of so many meetings that she knew when he was serious about something—how he set the room on fire even while seeming unfazed.
He’s your boss.
It was on the tip of her tongue to say yes, but that little thought popped in her head. They had Monday morning to face—maybe Tuesday because he never came into the office on Mondays. But reality would settle in for both of them. Did that change things?
“As much as I usually love the way your mind works,” Jordan spoke, “don’t borrow trouble.”
“But what about—” Her words died on her tongue when she saw him shake his head. How could he not be worried about facing the work week after what could possibly happen here?
“We can be just two strangers for the night.” He let out a deep chuckle that made her toes curl. “As we were supposed to be. You can be whoever you want, and I’ll be exactly who I am when I’m not glued to a phone, wondering what a certain someone is doing to mess up my calendar.”
Amelia let out a snort. “I did not mess up—” She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt Jordan’s hands tighten around her neck.
