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
Amelia's POV"Ready for your bath, beautiful?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.I could only nod, speechless under his intense gaze.He scooped me up again, this time cradling me close to his body, and gently lowered us both into the warm water.A sigh of contentment escaped my lips as the hot water enveloped me, soothing the aches and pains from our passionate encounter.Eddie took a washcloth and began to gently cleanse my body, his touch feather-light yet sending shivers down my spine.I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of the water, the gentle caress of his touch, and the intoxicating scent of the candles that filled the air.As he moved on to himself, I couldn't help but steal glances at his chiseled physique, the way the water droplets glistened on his skin.By the time he finished washing, my eyelids were drooping heavily. The warmth of the bath, combined with the aftermath of our lovemaking, had created a cocoon of drowsiness around me."Feeling sleepy?" Eddie asked, hi
Blair’s POVA few minutes later, James pulled out of me and I clenched my inner muscles as I felt him slide out of me like a hot knife spearing through my insides, but deliciously.I lay sprawled out on the desk, not feeling like moving an inch, but let out a little squeal when James pulled me into his arms and lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as he began walking and headed out of the study."Where are we going?" I whispered as I asked.The deep growl of his chest rumbled against mine. "My bedroom."I smiled and snuggled against his chest, feeling hot and bothered despite what we had just done in the study.As he carried me through his large apartment, my eyes wandered. The last time I had been there, I had been too drunk to notice anything and the morning after, I had been too focused on James to note what his apartment.We walked through a wide hallway, the plush, cream-colored carpet sinking softly beneath James's bare feet. Floor-to-ceiling windows on
Amelia’s POVIt's been a few weeks since Eddie and I had gotten back together. It had taken him only a couple of weeks to convince me to move in with him again, but this time around, it was not as his nanny or his chef, it was as his girlfriend. According to him, he wanted to spend as much time as possible before I had to go back to Florida to resume duty with my agency. Jenna had been slammed with a restraining order along with the promise of a lawsuit if she did not leave us alone. For good measure, Eddie had made sure to properly adopt Chloe as his legal daughter. That way Jenna would not be able to cause us any more trouble.“Babe! Hurry up, we're gonna be late!” That was Edie yelling from downstairs, while I was in the closet in his… in our room, getting ready. Together with my parents, Blair, James, and Chloe, we were all going to a restaurant to celebrate my mom finally beating cancer.I looked down at Chloe who had gotten her hand on my lipgloss and was now putting it on and
Eddie’s POVAmelia's gaze flickered between me and the bustling crowd before she sighed and gestured toward a doorway at the back."Let's talk somewhere else, shall we?"I did not want to have to talk to her. I wanted to be with her at my home, where I could talk to her and have all to myself."Forget the break room," I said, a newfound determination coursing through me. "Let's go somewhere we can actually talk."Amelia hesitated, then shrugged. "Alright," she conceded. "But I do have to finish my shift first."Frustration bubbled up within me, but I knew pushing her wouldn't help. "Fine," I muttered, trying to tamp down on my impatience. "How long?""Just another hour," she replied, checking her watch. "How about we meet somewhere? My place isn't really ideal.""My place is close by," I offered, surprising myself with the boldness. "It's quiet, we can talk there."Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Your place? That wasn't exactly part of the plan, Eddie.""Well, plans change," I said, a play
Eddie’s POV"It was a mistake, Eddie," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "A one-time thing… a long time ago.""A one-time thing?" I repeated, my voice cracking. The image of a younger, naive Jenna flashed before my eyes, a girl I thought I knew everything about. Now, she seemed like a stranger."Who was he?" I demanded with the need to know gnawing at me.Jenna hesitated, then whispered a name I vaguely recognized. It was someone from the film industry, a rising star she'd met during her brief stint in Los Angeles. They had a short fling, a whirlwind romance that ended as quickly as it began.The revelation hit me like a sucker punch. All the doubts I'd ignored, the whispers in the back of my mind, the nagging feeling that things weren't quite right – it all came flooding back with a terrifying clarity. Years of my life were built on a lie. Chloe, my sweet, innocent daughter, was caught in the crossfire of my naivety and Jenna's betrayal.Fury boiled within me, a churning infe
Eddie’s POVThe doctor gave a small smile. "Of course. Let her rest for a few minutes, and then you can go in."As we waited, James explained what little he knew. He'd been picking up Chloe from school when a call came through from the hospital. Apparently, another kid had swerved into Chloe's path while riding his scooter.A surge of anger flared up within me. How could someone be so careless? But the anger quickly dissipated, replaced by a fierce protectiveness over my little girl.Minutes later, we were ushered into the room. Chloe lay propped up in bed, her face pale and drawn, a white cast encasing her arm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw me."Daddy!" she cried out, her voice small and wobbly.My heart ached at the sight of her distress. "Hey, champ," I said, rushing to her side and pulling her into a gentle hug, careful not to jostle her injured arm. "It's okay, I'm here now."She buried her face in my chest, her small body trembling slightly. I showered her with comforti
Amelia’s POVThe question hung heavy in the air. Friends? Could we really go back to that after everything that had happened? A part of me longed for the simplicity of our old friendship, the easy camaraderie we'd shared. But another part of me worried that friendship wouldn't be enough. The feelings I had for Eddie, the unspoken desires that had simmered beneath the surface of our relationship, wouldn't just disappear. They would linger, a constant reminder of what could have been.Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "I… I don't know, Eddie. Honestly, I need some time to think. This whole situation has been a lot to process.""I understand," he replied almost instantly. "Take all the time you need. Just know that… I care about you, Amelia. More than you probably realize."His words sent a blush creeping up my neck. Did he really feel the same way? Or was this just a desperate attempt to hold onto me in any way he could? I didn't have the answers, and the uncertainty gnawed at
Amelia’s POVI stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, my mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Finally, with a shaky breath, I typed out a reply."Eddie," I began, my fingers hovering over the screen, "I… I don't know what to say. Thank you for the money. It means the world to me and my mom. But ...is everything alright? James said you collapsed. Are you in the hospital?" I hit send, the weight of the question hanging heavy in the air. The money, the cryptic message – it all pointed to something more serious than he was letting on.The wait for a response stretched into an agonizing eternity. Just as I started to pace the room, my phone buzzed. It was Eddie."Amelia," his voice rasped through the phone, weaker than I'd ever heard it. "Yes, I'm in the hospital. They're still trying to figure things out, but the doctor says I have Angiina due to stress."My chest tightened. Stress. The word echoed in my head, a stark reminder of the turmoil I'd left him in. "Eddie,"
Amelia’s POVI knew that there was no way that he and Jenna had actually been together in the way that she had been insinuating.Jenna had probably been playing another of her manipulative tricks. Regardless, I was exhausted and had had to tell myself that it would be better to end it with Eddie than to be dealing with hurt and frustration every day. James had been giving me updates on both Chloe and Eddie and although I knew I should tell him to stoop so that I could have a clean break, I did not think I had the heart to do so.The rhythmic rumble of the bus engine vibrated through the worn leather seat I occupied. Outside the window, the cityscape blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, each passing image signifying my new reality. A reality where I, Amelia Brooks, was no longer Eddie Turner's nanny. Today's successful interview meant I could finally stand on my own two feet, financially independent. A bittersweet victory, considering the reason behind this newfound freedom.A soft c
Eddie’s POVHis words held a truth that stung. Jenna's behavior had become increasingly erratic, her possessiveness suffocating. But the thought of facing Amelia, of dredging up the hurt and confusion of that day, filled me with dread.I could not say anything, I could only nod my head in response. Just then, my head began to pound again, this time around in sync with my heart.My vision swam, the pounding in my head morphing into a relentless drum solo. The room seemed to tilt on its axis, James' concerned face warping into a blurry mess. A guttural cough ripped through me, sending another jolt of pain lancing through my chest."James…" I croaked, the word a raspy whisper. My hand reached out, blindly grasping for something solid. My fingers brushed against the armrest of the chair, anchoring me momentarily."Eddie, mate! What's wrong?" James' voice was laced with alarm, his concern cutting through the fog clouding my mind."Head…" I managed, the word slurred. My grip on the armrest
Eddie’s POVAmelia had left a gaping hole in my heart."But will she ever come back?" Chloe persisted, her lower lip trembling slightly."I… I don't know, sweetheart," I admitted, the truth a bitter pill to swallow. A heavy sigh escaped Chloe's tiny lips. "Okay," she mumbled, staring out the window with a wistful expression. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken emotions.Reaching over, I squeezed her hand gently. "Look," I began, my voice softened with love. "No matter what happens with Amelia, you'll always be my little girl. And no matter what, I'll always be here for you. Always."Chloe looked at me, a flicker of reassurance sparking in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice a hesitant whisper."Really," I confirmed, my voice firm with conviction. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, you know that?"She nodded slowly, a small smile gracing her lips. For a moment, the tension seemed to ease, a fragile connection established between us.Reaching t