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
Blair's POVJames snorted as I let out a small giggle. We turned to look at each other at the same time and burst into full laughter. James was very handsome when he smiled. His eyes crinkled at the corners beautifully and as he smiled down at me, his eyes twinkled. My gaze lingered on those eyes – a deep, intense brown that seemed to hold a universe of secrets. They were framed by dark lashes that curled upwards slightly, adding a touch of unexpected softness to his otherwise strong features.His face, clean-shaven and classically handsome, was a canvas of sharp angles and defined lines. A strong jawline tapered down to a well-defined chin, hinting at a stubborn streak beneath that charming smile.His dark hair, perfectly groomed but with a hint of playful dishevelment at the front, was styled in a way that seemed both effortless and sophisticated.He wasn't conventionally pretty, not with those sharp features and intense eyes. But there was a raw masculinity about him, an undeniabl
Blair's POV"Did you just say 'Eddie'? Like Eddie Thompson?" I asked, my heart pounding for some unknown reason. "Yeah… You've heard about the award show issue?" He asked. "Oh my goodness!" I squealed and brought my hands up to cover my mouth. James looked extremely concerned, but also seemed wary. I couldn't blame him, I was acting like a deranged fan."Do you know Amelia Johnson?" I asked. James seemed hesitant to say anything more. "Blair, what on earth is going on? Why are you freaking out?"I started laughing and could not stop. "I can't believe this. It feels like I'm in some sort of soap opera right now," I said before going on. "I'm Blair, Amelia's best friend."James still had a wary expression on his face so I scrambled out of bed to grab my phone. Finding it among the same pile of clothes that James had rummaged through earlier. I rushed back to bed to show him my wallpaper which was a picture of Amelia and I. I then went to my contacts and showed him Amelia's name. I