Linc Dmitri POV::Amelia didn't show up yesterday. I didn't call Marcus to check. I felt she still didn't feel ready to see me yet. And then I got busy. She stayed on my mind all throughout, but I didn't reach out to find her. She needs space, I will give her space."Hello, boss." Marcus's voice comes on the call.There is only so much space I can give her. I miss her. I don't mind brushing that whole situation aside if that is what she wants. It is probably just something she said without meaning to. She was in the throes of an orgasm I gave her, of course she slipped up. I can excuse it."Marcus. I didn't see Amelia yesterday." I say sternly. I know he told her about my request but she refused."Oh! I told her to see you and she left. I thought she left with you. She didn't come back after." Marcus says, sounding as puzzled as I am feeling."She left the firm after coming back from lunch and didn't return?" I ask just to be sure."Yes. All three of them actually. Ashley and Tyler. I
Ameila POV::"Ameila."I fucking freeze on the spot. I was just on my way to the kitchen to check out the breakfast Ashley made before she left because I have gotten dizzy with hunger. She couldn't get me to come out of my room for dinner yesterday. I couldn't manage it. I was a wreck. I stayed holed up in my room all day."Amelia, I know you are in there." Linc's deep baritone at my door makes my knees go weak. My breath rushes out of me at the obvious anger in his tone. What is going on?I ignored his calls when they came in about half an hour ago, but that can't be why he is at my door angry as a bull. I walk up to the door. And then I turn my back against it, resting on the cold metal, and then I am sliding down because my knees are fucking mush, just at the sound of his damn voice. I can't hold my weight up.What the hell is he doing here? What is this about? We haven't seen or talked since I ran out of his office that night after my sleepy confession but so what? We have gone we
There is no room for talking as our mouths fight for dominance over the other, clashing tongue and teeth and lips and moans and I cling to him, wanting more, more in spite of the fact that I can never get over the high he takes me on with each expert swipe of his tongue against mine. It feels like a lifetime has passed since we were last together like this and yet it feels like we never stopped. Like the past few days away from this all consuming fire between us never happened. Was just a second pause.Somehow we find ourselves in my bedroom and I pull away from him for the split second it takes to get rid of my clothes, his dark eyes watch me in the brightly lit space of my bedroom, the high rise windows bathe the room with natural lighting. The naked hunger in his eyes only makes me want him more. I don't want to think. I just want to feel and Linc is more than capable of giving me that.With a finger I push him onto the bed, he falls back without lifting his eyes from mine, his wet
Missionary is the go-to sexual position for a reason. It is too damned intimate. I feel everything so deeply, so intensely that it takes my breath away being buried underneath Linc like this.He starts moving slowly, gently, and working up a rhythm that feels like a dance. I didn't know his hips could move like that, but he is determined to make it last and feel good to me since it is all I have asked for since he barged in."Linc. Fuck. That feels... there...oh my God!" My hands scratch down the rippling muscles of his back, his hips rotating as he pumps into me, I feel him deep inside, he is all I can feel, all I can see even with my eyes closed, all I can hear, the low moaning escaping his lips, and it is too much. Intense on a level I didn't know was even possible without losing your mind.I grab his firm ass, my thighs buck around his waist as I take him in, inch by inch, he is buried so deep inside me, I feel like we are one. Conjoined in the best way possible."You like that?"
Linc POV:I saw it earlier and I didn't like it one bit, it made my blood roar in my ears. The look of pure fear on Amelia's soft features when I mention Tyler. I can now ascertain that it is not guilt or any of crazy conclusions I arrived at on my way here. Amelia is an open book. I see her affection for me etched deeply into her face that it genuinely scares me. I wonder if I am worth her love. I can't stop thinking about the fact that she is very young and has her whole life ahead of her."What are you talking about?" Amelia says, I wince at the slight trembling in her soft voice.I will wring the fucking life out of that kid if he had hurt her in any way. God, I am barely keeping myself in control because of her. I feel like I could explode with the quietly powerful rage rumbling inside me.Amelia tries to move away from me but I don't give her the space to, I hold her chin securely with my thumb, her eyes flare with that fear again."Cut it out, Amelia. You are an open book to me
"Amelia..." Is all I can say as I watch her lips quiver beside me, doing all she can to hold back the tears. I feel like such an asshole. A fucking dumb one. Fucking hell."He stopped me when I was going up to meet you yesterday. He showed me the recording. It was clear. It was us. On your desk. He is asking...he said...he wants..." Amelia's voice tapers off as she runs out of breath and a cry escapes her lips.I hold her against my body. Feeling an equal mix of rage and shame. Whilst I was busy acting like a lovestruck jealous teenager, Amelia was getting abused by that kid. I can't imagine how scared she must have been. How much blame she must have heaped on herself. How terrible she must have felt. Oh God. My blood boils with the thought of it."He said I shouldn't tell you." Amelia's body shakes as she cries against my chest. My hands are in tight fists. Of course, the bastard asked her not to tell me."He asked for money..." She continues. I am no longer actively listening. I am
Amelia POV:"Ashley, hi." I say, the phone is pressed to my ear and my hands are busy massaging my cold feet. I am back in my room in Linc's mansion and all the feels are back. He left it exactly how I did. But he must have had someone clean it on a weekly basis. It smells fresh and yet untouched. I miss the room but not the girl I was in it."Hey! Are you out?" She sounds out of breath, she must have just come in from work.We can't deny the strain on our friendship from this Tyler business. I can't get over the fact that she didn't immediately believe me when I told her what he did. That brief moment where disbelief flashed through her face. It felt like an even bigger betrayal than what Tyler was doing to me. She is my best friend. I expect unequivocal trust and loyalty. Just like I give her.But I also understand that she must be grieving her own loss in this situation. She believed Tyler to be what he was not. It is not easy to just move on and forget. Maybe this space would bene
I stay frozen in front of the mirror for the longest time because I am so nervous. I look sensual in my dress. My hair is in a ponytail and I don't have any makeup on. I look vulnerable but classy too.Taking my latest deep breath, I step out of my room."Ah. You look stunning, Amelia." Linc halts in front of the simply laid out dining table, red wine in hand, his eyes tilted up to watch me come down the stairs and I have to do my best not to miss a step and tumble down gracelessly. I tingle under the intensity of his dark eyes. I forget everything. All I see is him. In his white pants that hug his lean hips so sensually, he could be a model. His blue free shirt. His smooth skin. His firm lips.Linc Dmitri. The man I am helplessly in love with. Shame that he also happens to be my late mother's husband. Well, ex husband but what difference does that make?He offers his hand when I reach the foot of the stairs, I take it, my stomach knitted painfully with the focus in the dark depths of