22. Amelia
Chapter 22
Amelia
S unlight spills through the large windows, casting a soft glow around the room when I wake the next day. I stretch, then slide out of bed, trying not to wake West.
The remnants of last night linger in my mind. His kisses, the way he held me close, the way he fell asleep with his cock still inside me, not wanting his cum to escape.
Now, that can’t be good for me.
I tiptoe away from the bed. The plush carpet is soft beneath my feet before I hit the underfloor heating of the tiled bathroom floor.
I turn on the shower, then pee while the steam fills the space. I step under the warm water, letting it heat my body.
A few moments later, West joins me under the spray. “Morning, beautiful,” he says, a lazy grin stretching across his face.
I turn to face him, water cascades down his muscular body. “Morning,” I reply, my voice still husky from sleep.
West reaches for the shampoo, squeezing a dollop into his palm. “Turn around,” he instructs. I comply, and his strong fingers begin massaging my scalp.
“Mm, that feels nice,” I murmur, leaning into his touch.
“You know,” he says, his voice low and close to my ear. “My mother’s going to start pestering you about wedding arrangements soon.”
I stiffen. “How should I deal with that?”
His hands pause for a moment before resuming their gentle motions. “Tell her what you want.”
I spin around, suds sliding down my face. “What?”
West’s eyes meet mine, intense and serious. “Tell her what you want for the wedding.”
“We can’t get married!” I say, shock evident in my voice.
“You will marry me.” He shrugs, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “But delay the date if you need to. That’ll give you time to realize we’re real.”
I blink, water droplets clinging to my lashes. “I...I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything right now.” He reaches past me for the conditioner. Taking a large amount in his big hands and he slides it through my hair.
We finish our shower in comfortable silence, both lost in our own thoughts.
As I dress, I catch West watching me from the corner of my eye as he heads to the door.
“You want to get married?” I ask, surprise lacing my words.
He turns and smiles. “I want everything with you. You just have to believe it.”
In the kitchen, he hands me a piece of toast. “Sorry we need to fly. I have a meeting at nine. I’ll feed you breakfast in the office at ten sharp,” he says, his voice full of promise.
“Feed me what?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
West leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Whatever you want,” he purrs, his tone unmistakably sexy.
Minutes later, we step into the town car waiting in the parking garage. The driver nods as we slide into the plush leather seats. He closes the door with a soft thud and the car purrs as it pulls away.
West pulls out his wallet and hands me a sleek black credit card. “Here,” he says, spinning the card in his hand before handing it to me.
I glance at it; my name is printed on the bottom.
“What’s this for?” I ask, eyebrows raised.
“Don’t worry about money,” he replies, his tone serious, but his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Unlimited spending.”
I laugh lightly, shaking my head. “So, you’re telling me I can buy a Ferrari?”
“If that’s what you want.” He leans back casually, as if this is all perfectly normal for him. “There’s a space in the parking garage for your car.”
“I was joking,” I say with an embarrassed shrug on my shoulders. “I can’t even drive.”
“You can’t?” He shakes his head slowly but smirks as we roll down the street toward NeuroPort Dynamics. “I’ll teach you.”
I stand up from my desk, ready to leave for the day when I hear, “Where do you think you’re going?”
I turn, seeing West standing at the door to his office. He curls his finger at me.
“I’m going home.” My heart races in my chest as I walk toward him. “Because I’m tired, and I’m taking advantage of my position as your fiancée. You had me up for most of the night.”
He shakes his head, taking a step closer to me. “Not yet, you don’t.”
West grabs my waist and pulls me inside his office, pushing me against the closed door. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth as his hands roam over my body.
My tired body betrays me, and I moan as he trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.
“I’m working late, and I need to be inside you before you leave.” Without warning, West drops to his knees, slides his hands up my thighs and asks, “Do you want me?”
“Always.”
He pulls my panties down my legs, holds each ankle, helping me step out of them and presses his face against my core.
His tongue slides over my clit with expert precision I’ve come to love. Licking and sucking until my legs tremble and pleasure courses through me.
He continues to work his magic until I’m on the brink of orgasm. But as I’m about to climax, West stops and stands up straight. He walks to his desk and sets the glass partition to opaque so nobody will catch us.
“Crawl to me,” he says as he unzips his pants.
“Crawl?”
He grins. “On your hands and knees and crawl to me.”
I hesitate for a moment before dropping to my hands and knees, and crawl until I’m at his feet.
I’ve never crawled for a man before, but I’m starting to realize I’ll do anything for him. He gives me a sense of belonging that I’ve never experienced before.
He is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Powerful, dominant, possessive, and I am more than willing to submit to him completely.
“Suck me,” he groans. I glance up to see him stroking his thick cock with one hand while the other wraps my ponytail around his fist.
I obey without hesitation, taking his large dick into my palm and sliding my hand over his silky cock. His head drops back as I cover the crown with my mouth and suck.
He groans with pleasure, thrusting deeper into my mouth.
My eyes roll back in my head as I move my mouth up and down until it hits the back of my throat.
He growls, “You’re such a dirty girl, Amelia, and I love it.” His hands grip my hair, pulling me closer to him as he thrusts into my mouth. “You feel what you do to me?”
I know he’s close to coming, but just as I think he’s about to release inside my mouth, he pulls out. Pulling me off the floor, he turns me around, pressing my tits and face against his desk.
Without warning, he plunges inside me, his cock filling me completely.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I groan as he slides in and out of me.
His hands grip my hips, holding me close with each stroke. “You like that, don’t you?” He murmurs in my ear. “You like having my cock inside you.”
I nod, unable to form words as pleasure courses through me. He knows exactly how to make me feel alive, how to push all my buttons.
“Come for me, Amelia,” he demands. “I want to feel you pulsating over my cock before I fill you up.”
His cock feels so big inside me, stretching me in all the right ways. I close my eyes and focus on the sensations coursing through my body.
“If you don’t come,” he mutters as his finger slides over my clit. “I’ll deactivate the privacy glass and let everyone watch us.”
I know he’s a voyeur at heart, yet would he enjoy having an audience for our sex acts?
But strangely, I moan.
His thrusts get more urgent, more desperate as he nears his own climax. And I’m there with him. Climbing to the peak with each thrust from behind me.
“Now.”
The finger on my clit presses and circles.
“West—” My stomach tightens as I mutter his name over and over.
“You’re mine. Now come now.”
And with that command, his possessive tone, I explode in a wave of pleasure that washes over me like a tidal wave.
“West—West!“
My body shudders and convulses as I cry out his name over and over while I come harder than I ever have before.
“You. Are. Mine!”
His body tenses, then collapses against mine as he releases inside me with a loud groan.
We stay like that for a few moments, our bodies still shaking from the intensity of our orgasms.
Finally, West pulls out of me and collapses onto his chair as I stay bent over his desk.
As we catch our breaths, West slides his finger through his cum and pressing it inside me.
I glance over my shoulder as he slides my panties up my legs with a smirk on his face. “Go home and have some sleep, but keep this inside so you don’t forget you belong to me.”
I shake my head. “As if I could do that.”
He smiles as he presses the button on his desk. “Amelia is leaving the building for home now,” he tells my bodyguards.
I know they’ll be getting into the elevator to meet me now.
He presses a tender kiss against my lips and whispers, “You’ll never get the chance. It’s too late for that. You’re mine now.”
“I am.” I smile.
And with that, I exit his office feeling like I am the happiest girl in the world as I walk toward the elevator.
Then my phone rings…
“Hello.”
“Ames. It’s me.”
“What do you want, Felix?”
“Just wondering how you are?” he says, his voice soft, weird.
The doors to the elevator open. My bodyguards, Callum and Jackson, are inside. They are like two hulking lumberjacks but wearing black suits.
Felix can wait and I put him on hold as I smile as I step inside with them. “Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon, Miss Amelia. Are you going straight home today?”
“Definitely.”
Callum presses the panel, and the elevator descends, I unmute my shit of an ex and wait for his pleading.
“I’m fine. But really Felix, when I blocked your number, you should’ve gotten the hint that we are definitely over.”
“A man called me…” I hear him gulp before he continues, “he asked lots of questions about me and you.”
“Oh yeah. What questions?”
“How long we were together? Where we met. If I knew who you really were.” He pauses. “Who the fuck are you, Amelia?”
“Amelia Ross,” I tell him. Felix doesn’t need to know anything.
“He told me if I’ve fucked you, he’s going to kill me.”
My heart races as Felix’s words sink in. A man threatening to kill him? For touching me? Cold fear coils in my gut.
It can only be one person.
“Felix, where are you?” I demand, my voice trembling.
“Not in fucking New York, that’s for sure,” he replies, panic evident in his tone. “And if you’re as clever as I now know you are, I’d advise you to run, too.”
I swallow hard. My mouth is suddenly dry. “Did...did the man give his name?”
Before Felix can answer, the elevator doors slide open with a soft ding.
But it’s the sound of a gunshot ripping through the air that sends a chill through me.
I drop my phone in shock, and scramble to the floor to retrieve it, but Callum’s strong hands grab me before I can reach it.
“Stay down!” he barks, forcing me into a crouch.
My heart pounds in my ears as Callum makes me crawl commando-style to the corner of the lobby floor. He pulls out his cell as the polished marble chills my skin. But not as much as Felix’s call.
“Bring the car to the side door.”
An engine roars to life, but my heart drops hearing people screaming in the distance.
I struggle to breathe, my chest tight with panic as I reach for my cell.
“Felix,” I gasp.
But he’s disconnected, and the call shows no number.
The car screeches to a stop at the door.
“Keep your head low and stay by my side.”
I do as he asks and Callum practically shoves me into the waiting town car, his body shielding mine as I get inside.
I hear another gunshot, and the sound of shattering glass. My heart is thudding against my breastbone.
“Where’s Jackson?” My voice rises with fear.
“He’s gotten back into the elevator.”
“Call him and tell him to keep West safe. Tell West my past is here.”
Callum stares at me. “This was about you?”
I nod as my cell rings.
Felix.
Blood pounds in my ears as I answer with a quiet, “Yes.”
“Time to come home.”
And the voice isn’t Felix’s.