She swallowed the request in a kiss. “I’m in good hands.” And like she knew I needed to hear it, she tacked on, “Because you’re a good man, Jude Greear.”
Dr. Amelia Hawthorne was going to be the death of me. The fucking death of me.
I released her breast and wrapped her wet hair around my fist. “Where do you want my hands, sweetheart?”
She tilted her head back, straightened her spine, and closed her eyes. “Everywhere.”
I still couldn’t believe that, after everything, Amelia trusted me the way she did. But just for a moment, I let myself lean on the delusion. I tugged her head back, released her hair, and shackled her throat to the wall with my hand. “Like that?”
Her mouth parted in a gasp. I stole the opening and slid my thumb between her lips. “Suck. Show me what you’d do if I put my cock in that pretty mouth.”
Her eyes went wide, but she closed her lips around my thumb, swirled her tongue like she was tasting my cock for the first time, and fucking moaned like she loved the appetizer but couldn’t wait for the main course.
I teased the slit of her pussy before sliding two fingers inside of her.So fucking wet already. Amelia’s knees buckled. She started to tip toward me, but I pulled my thumb from her mouth and kept her pinned to the wall with my chest on hers. I rolled my thumb across her clit as I stroked her fluttering inner muscles.
“That feel good?”
“Yes.” She leaned forward and rested her forehead on my shoulder like she trusted me implicitly. Amelia knew I wouldn’t let her slip. She’d never fall with me. She’d never get hurt.
I’d give her all my goodness—what I had left of it anyway.
Her high-pitched whine was desperate as I slowly eased her toward an orgasm. “Jude?”
“Hmm?”
She gasped as I added a third finger, choking on her breath as she adjusted to the stretch. “What happens after this?”
“You come. We dry off.”
The shake of her head was accompanied by a whimper. “After Vegas. What happens to us?”
I didn’t want to think about it, but it was a constant question. I knew exactly what would happen to us after Vegas. She’d pay up with her winnings and walk away.
I wouldn’t.
Simple as that.
I tried to work through every potential alternative, but there were none. I’d backed myself into a corner for her.
And I’d do it again and again and again.
There was no instance where I wouldn’t sacrifice myself for her. Not one.
“Don’t think about that,” I said as I cupped her breast. “Just trust me like you are right now.”
Either she did or she was too lust-drunk to make sense of what I was saying. After this, things would get vastly more complicated. But right now, I wanted to be who she believed I was.
Good.
I held her to the wall and slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her, mimicking my cock. The sweet nothings on her lips were music to my ears.
“Atta girl,” I soothed. “I’ve got you. Come for me. Don’t fight it.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. Amelia shattered in my arms, nearly collapsing on my chest as she stole every bit of goodness I had.
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AMELIA
