"What is your deal?" She breathes immediately, and the elevator closes behind us. Fuck if I know. I run my hands through my hair to calm my unexplained anger and the vivid memory of her slim fingers running through my scalp as our tongues fought for dominance in her hot mouth flashes through my head. I blink. I am so out of it."What is your relationship with the Tyler kid?" I ask, moving close to her as she moves away from me, her doe-like eyes opening wide when her back touches the wall, and I move closer still to box her in. God, I miss being close to her like this. She smells divine. Her hair is down today in waves of gold, framing her sweet oval face. She is stunning."What the fuck?" She narrows her eyes at me with a well-deserved glare. It only turns me on more. I have lost my damn mind."Answer the question, Amelia." I say, pinning her to the spot with my eyes on hers. She doesn't look away. The elevator stops, and I push the hold button before the door can open, sealing us in

When the elevator stops, I almost run for it in relief, but Charlotte stops me in my tracks, "You are Kathryn Strongheart's daughter, right?" Fuck. I am frozen in the spot. The elevator door closes. I swallow, absolute dread building in my throat. "What?" I ask, turning around to look at her face. Charlotte's features are what I would call severe. She can't be older than thirty. Her brown hair is always pulled tight in a bun at the base of her neck, and her high cheekbones give her a kind of haughty, typical judgmental look. "Your last name. It is Dimitri. We only knew one Dimitri around here." She says with a brow raise. Fuck. Of course, my mother's marriage to Linc was not some secret thing. Considering how extroverted she was. How obsessed with social standing. She permeated his life and tried to be the new billionaire wife by going above and beyond in his circle. She attended every single corporate dinner on his arm. She introduced herself as Kathryn Dimitri, though sh

"Then don't." I say, heat flushed out of my mind as I fist my hands in his hair. His hands on my ass are like a brand on my skin, igniting me from within. Stroking the fire in my core to an almost unbearable heat."Be careful what you ask of me." He growls, the sound deep in his throat, and I wrap my legs around his waist tighter, pulling him closer to my aching core. He places me on the table, but his mouth doesn't leave mine.He pulls my dress over my head, his mouth never leaving mine. I tug at his shirt with jittery fingers. Blind lust taking control of my senses. I need him. I need him closer. I need to touch his skin. I whimper into his mouth when he runs his teeth along my lower lip, nipping me with the right amount of pressure that my eyes roll to the back of my head. He gets rid of his shirt himself, and his warm skin against mine is so delicious. I want more. I need more.My cotton bra comes undone, and I am seated in just my tiny underwear. Linc watches my breasts in the d

Amelia cries out, screaming as I take her mercilessly, each thrust harder than the last, short and fast, long and hard. She gives one final guttural high-pitched scream and comes undone in my arms. I hold her tight to my chest, slowing the pace of my thrusts so her orgasm can ride her to the max. I love making her come so fucking much.I realized I'm patient when it comes to her unlike the other women just when I feel that her body has stopped shaking wildly around me, her moaning more controlled, my control slips and I pound into her with primal focus, fast and long, pulling out to the tip and slamming into the hilt of my cock, her pussy walls clench around me tightly, dripping, welcoming, devastatingly warm and stretching to accommodate me. I feel her body shaking again as the next orgasm ripples through her.I come undone with a thunderous growl, feeling reality snap in my brain like a lightning bolt."Amelia. Amelia. Fuck. Fuck." My voice doesn't sound familiar to me but I am awar

"Fuck you," I say. Embarrassment is a lethal addition to the cesspool of emotions I am feeling.Linc's face doesn't change. He just levels a look at me that is neutral and infuriatingly hot."So, you are immune to the guilt? Did you even love my mother at all, then? Were you already cheating on her with multiple women, that fucking her daughter is no big deal to you? Is that what this is?" I am clutching at straws here, my rage is clouding my common sense. I want to hurt him with my words just the way he is hurting me with his right now.How can we fuck so passionately the night before, and he is pushing me away this morning?"Now, listen to me, Amelia..." Linc's voice has gone steely."Fuck you!" I yell, getting out of my seat. I don't want to hear anything anymore. I am so close to breaking down in tears, and I don't want to do that in his office. I already look pathetic enough, and my guilt over what we did is clawing at my throat, making it hard to breathe.I don't make it to the