Amelia's POV"Mr Thompson?" That was Gage, interrupting whatever it was that Eddie was about to say. I spun around, relief washing over me like a tidal wave. Gage stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed in confusion."Mr. Thompson?" he repeated, his gaze shifting between Eddie and me. "Is everything alright here?"Eddie's shoulders tensed, and a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. "Everything's fine, Gage," he said curtly. "Just checking on Amelia about something.""Oh," Gage said, his eyes lingering on me for a moment too long before returning to Eddie."Well Sir, I just wanted to inform you that you left your phone downstairs and it's been ringing nonstop." He outstretched his hand as he said this and it was then that I saw the sleek mobile phone in his hand. Eddie got up and grabbed the phone in his hand just as it began to ring again. He put it to his ear and spared me one last glance as he walked out. "Hello?" I could hear him saying as he walked away. Gage also glanced a
Amelia's POVNow, the evening found us gathered around the kitchen island, a makeshift dinner table since the formal dining room felt far too vast and cavernous for the three of us.I stirred the pasta sauce simmering in a pot on the stove, the rhythmic clinking of the spoon a welcome distraction from the awkward silence between Eddie and me. Every time I caught his gaze, it felt like a jolt of electricity sparking through my veins. His eyes, usually so cool and collected, held a hint of something deeper – confusion, perhaps, or a flicker of mirroring my own turmoil.Chloe kept up a steady stream of chatter. "...and then, Sparklemane used her magic horn to defeat the grumpy troll guarding the bridge!"I smiled, stirring the pot of vegetables. Despite the heavy tension hanging between Eddie and me, Chloe's innocent world offered a welcome distraction. Every now and then, I'd steal a glance at Eddie across the kitchen. He sat at the table, scrolling through his phone, his brow furrowed
Amelia's POVMy mouth parted in a moan, and his tongue pushed inside, caressing mine in strokes so lazy and sensual, I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He tasted like an addictive combination of heat and spices, and the warmth of his touch curled through my stomach, between my thighs, and traveled all the way down to my toes.I didn’t know how long we stayed there, but it was enough for me to slide my fingers through his hair and confirm that yes, it really was that soft, and yes, he really did taste that good, and no, I’d never, ever come this close to unraveling. His kisses began to trace down to my collarbone and i moaned in utter pleasure as he palmed one breast over my blouse and began to lazily stroke it.I would’ve happily drowned in the embrace, but I broke away from the kiss. I pulled away from him and got up from the couch.I walked back a couple of feet away, my heart pounding, knowing what i was about to do next.I slowly began to unbotton my blouse. I to
Amelia's POVShudder after shudder racked my body while I rode out my orgasm mindlessly. Everything was so warm and slick and nice, and when the haze finally cleared and Eddie's fingers unknotted from my hair, I slumped against his leg, too exhausted to stand.Strong hands unwound my arms from his thigh and picked me up. Eddie set me on the counter, his movements smooth and fluid as he cleaned me up.After he finished, he straightened my dress, his eyes gleaming with lingering desire.Eddie's POVAmelia and I stumbled into her bedroom without taking our hands or mouths off one another.We knew each other’s bodies so intimately, it was as though we had never been apart from each other those six plus years.Our clothes left a trail to her room, where I pushed her onto the bed and paused, taking a moment just to drink her in.She stared up at me, her lips swollen from my attentions and her eyes shining in a way that made my heart squeeze.I love you.Three words, uttered countless times
Blair's POVWe exited the opulent restaurant, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stuffy atmosphere inside. James apologized profusely once again, his voice laced with a genuine remorse that melted away the last remnants of my annoyance."Let me guess," I teased gently, "the chaos extends to your apartment?"He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Maybe a little. Long nights at the office haven't exactly left me with much time for cleaning."I smiled. "Don't worry, I'm no stranger to a messy apartment after a long workweek. As long as there's a couch and a pizza place that delivers, we'll be good."The valet came around with James' car and after tipping the young nan who seemed enraptured by the car, James opened the passenger door for me, got into the driver's seat and we were soon on our way.The city lights twinkled like a million scattered diamonds as James weaved his sleek black sports car through the late-night traffic. He shot me a quick glance, his brow furrowe
Blair's POV"Are you hungry?" He asked, making his way back to me.“No.”James' voice turned to silk. “But I am.”I didn’t get a chance to react before he picked me up and set me on the desk in one smooth, swift motion. A small squeal of delight escaped me as he shoved my gown up around my hips and slipped his thumb beneath the edge of my underwear to find me already slick and wanting.“James,” I hissed, glancing behind me at the unlocked door. “Someone will hear.”Despite my protest, my clit throbbed with need. Heat gathered like a firestorm in my lungs as those strong, deft hands caressed me, molding to my hips and thighs, stoking the fires higher and hotter until they incinerated my reservations.“No, they won't.” James sank to his knees and pushed my knees wider, granting him an unfettered view of my soaked arousal. His eyes gleamed up at me, dark and bright as volcanic glass. “It's my apartment.”A humiliating little whimper left my mouth when he bent his head and closed his teet
Amelia's POVI dozed off for a few minutes before waking up to find myself thoroughly covered and snuggled by Eddie. I twisted around in his arms to face him and his arms tightened around me. He mumbled something about pancakes and somehow managed to pull me closer even though we were already as close as we could be. I managed to hold in my giggle, but not my smile as I lovingly traced his features with my eyes. During the day, Eddie looked very much like the businessman that he was. But at night, sleeping next to me all cuddly and warm, he looked so much younger. Daylight hours painted him as the epitome of steely professionalism – sharp suits, perfectly groomed hair, an air of unwavering confidence. But here, slumber had stripped away that façade, revealing a vulnerability I hadn't seen before.His features, softened by sleep, seemed younger somehow. The worry lines etched across his forehead were relaxed now, replaced by a faint crease between his brows that spoke more of content
Amelia's POV"Feeling refreshed, Ms. Johnson?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips."Much better, Mr. Thompson," I replied, returning the smile.His gaze dipped down to my bare legs and trailed up my body that was covered by his shirt. His gaze became heated and he got off the bed, throwing off the covers as he did so. We study each other across several feet, and there’s a question bubbling deep in my belly, and an answer simmering inside him, a tentative certainty that warms the air between us.My feet drag me to Eddie of their own accord. They push me up on my toes, and I’m kissing him as intensely as I can, too much pressure too fast, my arms looped tight around his neck like a noose.There is a bed right behind us, but Eddie flips me around until my front is pressed to the wall, forehead and forearm flush against it. “Slow down,” he commands, mouth sucking on my neck, a large hand splaying over the center of my back. My heart flutters. In the slipperiness