“Don’t get side-tracked, Ms. Wayne.” The command in his voice made her wobbly. She would have dropped to her knees if not for the secure hold both him and Monica had on her.
“I think she likes when you use that tone of voice,” Monica murmured, her lips dangerously close to Amelia’s overheated skin.
“She does.” Amelia could hear the amusement in Jordan’s tone. “She’ll deny it, even though I can feel it with every beat her pulse makes.”
Jordan’s smug satisfaction was setting her on fire in a different way. She wanted to shove her pointy heel into his foot—twice, just to watch him squirm, because he was right. The gruffness in his voice always sent a lick of electricity into her stomach. She would never admit how his deep timbre could make her body ache even when what he was telling her was pissing her off.
“Look at all that fire dancing in your eyes.” There was something close to awe in his voice. “If looks could kill, I’d gladly go to my death like this. But I’d much rather we let your fire loose and set this place ablaze.” He slowly released his hold and took a step back. She felt Monica do the same and hated the cold chill in the air around her.
“Tell me, Ms. Wayne,” he started, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “How are we continuing this night? We all walk away and forget about it, or…” he dipped his head forward, “I find out just how well you can take orders.”
She opened her mouth, and he cut her off with the shake of his head. “Before you ask, come Monday, no matter what happens tonight, we return to our positions.”
Amelia’s lips twisted, a little annoyed that he’d answered the question without her having to ask it. He seemed to know exactly where her mind was going, and it made her wonder how well he really paid attention when they were in the office.
Jordan held out his hand for her, and she brought her hand up to her chest, hesitating. She knew deep down she could walk away now with no issues. But it would turn into a what if memory.
And wasn’t she tired of what ifs?
This whole night was about living out her desires. Shit, the last six months had been filled with exploring all the ways she enjoyed sex and the little pleasures she could find. She wasted enough time in her life second-guessing things or keeping the status quo because it was easy.
She was here for a reason, and that reason ended with her thoroughly sated.
Amelia placed her hand in Jordan’s, enjoying the way it dwarfed her in size. “Hi, I’m Ms. Wayne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She winked. “And if that wasn’t clear, I consent to continue.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before Jordan was pulling her flush against his body and sealing his lips against her own. It was a consumption of need and desire, and she never felt more at home in her body.
CHAPTER FOUR
The first taste knocked the breath from Jordan’s lungs. He memorized the list he’d been sent by Sirens on everything the stranger he was supposed to do this scene with was and wasn’t okay with. Kissing had been number two on the list, and he’d initially put kissing on his maybe list. He viewed kissing as an act of intimacy he didn’t want shared in a place that was strictly about mutual fucking. He wasn’t always opposed to it. He’d read the room, and if the energy was right, kissing happened. He didn’t think too much beyond that.
As soon as he heard Amelia’s consent, his need to consume her fire and play in it took over. He wanted to feel her soft lips against his own, wanted to inhale every breath she exhaled. This was something he’d tuck away once they’d go their separate ways after tonight. He’d been truthful in that this wouldn’t affect how they worked together, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been attracted to her since the moment she read him to filth when he tried to push more work on her.
“I’m not your keeper. I also am not in charge of the bigger accounts. My name can’t okay shit.” She held up her hand. “And no that doesn’t mean I want authorization for it. That will come with a pay raise I don’t think you can afford.”
She’d been magnificent. Every time she opened her mouth or narrowed her eyes, he felt like he’d been hit by lightning. His heart would stop for a second with his lungs seizing and his focus only on her.
And now I have her writhing underneath me, tasting decadent.
Jordan smiled against Amelia’s lips. He felt Monica’s hands wrap around the one he had on Amelia’s hip. He pulled back just enough to give her a slight nod before stealing one last kiss. She murmured against his mouth, her fingers clawing into his shirt as she tugged him closer when he tried to pull away.
He let out a low chuckle, feeling his cock twitch. He needed to remember to pace himself. He was ready to dive inside of Amelia with zero finesse. Their pleasure might have been on the top of his list tonight but so was putting on a show for everyone in attendance.
“Ms. Wayne,” he murmured against her lips, extracting her hands from his chest. She let out a tiny sound that was a cross between a mewl and a growl. It was adorable. It made him lean in to steal another kiss, savoring the way she opened up for him.
He gently pushed Amelia back into Monica’s waiting arms. “I got you, sweet girl.” He heard Monica’s whispered words while she kissed the bare skin at Amelia’s shoulder.
He took another step back, wanting to watch all of Amelia, first on her own and then with Monica’s hands roaming over her body. There was a beautiful flush slowly filling the expanse of her skin. The rise and fall of her chest was rapid; he could still feel her heart beating under his palms. Her lips were puffy from the kiss they shared, and those beautiful eyes were half-lidded and locked on him—waiting, silently begging for more.
Her curls had lost any semi-balance of control. The one that always rushed forward to curl just below the faint scar in her left eyebrow. He stepped forward, his body hardening at the sound of her sharp inhale. It was diabolical how his body was tuned into hers. He wouldn’t survive the night; he knew it, but that just made him want to dive in more.
“Still green?” he questioned, reaching for that curl. It was soft like he knew the rest of her would be. He tucked it to the side, smiling when the curl fell back in front.
“Yes,” she whimpered when Monica shoved her thigh between her legs.
“Good.” Jordan gave Monica a slight nod, and it was his turn to suck in a sharp breath.
The front of Amelia’s dress dropped and pooled around her waist. He licked his lips, seeing the feast of flesh exposed to him. Amelia’s full pert breasts were exposed to his eyes and the rest of the room. One of Monica’s hands were pressed against Amelia’s round stomach, while another wrapped around her neck.
