Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Amelia’s knees buckled. She could feel the floor under her feet shifting.
She stepped back, just enough to give herself room to breathe and make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.
Had her mind and every single one of her senses conjured up her boss?
She closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath.
There was no way he was standing in front of her and in Sirens of all places.
But if he wasn’t, that meant on some level she wanted this man to be him, and she didn’t know which was worse.
She peeked at him with one eye, hoping the change in perception would alter the image in front of her.
Nope, it’s still him.
Jordan Monroe was standing in front of her in all his glory, looking entirely too damn sexy for his own good.
Amelia could be objective. Jordan hit all the right physical attractiveness attributes: he was tall with wide shoulders and strong legs; there were tattoos peeking out from underneath his clothes; and he had full lips and soft eyes, when he thought no one was looking.
There was an air of confidence about him that made you feel secure around him.
It made him objectively great in business and someone she knew she’d go to if she needed help with something, albeit begrudgingly.
Her eyes roamed over his body. Her heart was beating too fast in her chest. She licked her lips, remembering why she’d come to Sirens tonight and what she had planned on doing.
She glanced past Jordan’s shoulder, taking note of all the furniture displayed in the middle of the room, and she didn’t like how quickly her mind produced images of the two of them together.
“Oh my god,” she groaned, placing a hand over her heart. “I must have hit my head because I’m checking out my boss,” she mumbled under her breath, she hoped, but she wasn’t sure given the smug smirk on his face.
“Ms. Wayne.” She could hear the amusement in his voice.
She shook her head. “Nope. No. I’m imagining this.”
I have to be.
Jordan licked his lips, and she didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened when they dipped past her neck to take in the full view of her dress or the way his gaze made her feel flushed and light-headed.
Her breasts sat heavy against the smooth material of her long blue dress.
It clung to her wide hips and thick thighs, enhancing her pear shape.
The color was one of her favorites, and it made her tawny complexion glow.
She wore gold heels that made her five-seven self appear six-feet tall, but she was still a head shorter than Jordan. She pushed her brown shoulder length curls out of her face, letting him get an eyeful.
What am I doing?
Jordan’s eyes made a slow crawl back up her body. Her breath hitched as if she could feel his hands against her bare skin, sending a pulse of electricity dancing through her. She could feel herself growing wetter, and her core throbbed, feeling empty and desperate to be full.
“Ms. Wanye.” This time there was an extra bite in his tone that made her pulse pound. He took a step forward and she took one back, shaking her head. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way, and her body shouldn’t be so eager to see where the night took them.
“What are you…why are…is this what you do in your spare time? How long have you had a membership, and, more importantly, why are you in this room right now?” She was rambling, something she never did.
Jordan chuckled. He covered his mouth with his hand, and she watched the way his shoulders reached up to his ears before completely dropping.
“I’ll answer your questions, but first,” he shoved his hands in his pants pockets, “you walked into Sirens, and in this room specifically, which is designed for others to watch while a stranger or strangers fuck you.”
Amelia pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from gasping out loud. His words hit like a whip or palm to her ass, and she had to consciously keep her body still. The vibrations of those words, spoken harshly from Jordan’s tongue, made her want to melt into a puddle at his feet.
Jordan’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze swept over her face before it dipped to her chest. He hummed low in his throat. She forced herself to slow her breathing to ease the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She didn’t want him to know how much his proximity was affecting her.
It wasn’t.
Honest.
It was the energy in the room.
“Tell me, Ms. Wayne.” His voice was a silk scarf against her skin. “Why is it you thought you were imagining my presence?” He moved then, walking…no, stalking around her like she was the very thing he had hoped to catch in his trap.
“It makes me wonder what else goes through that head of yours when I catch you glaring at me in the office.” He stood behind her, barely touching her.
Amelia’s eyes shuttered closed as he continued to talk. “I guess it’s true what they say, there really is a thin line between lust and hate.” She felt the phantom touch of his fingers across her shoulder.
“To answer your question,” his lips were by her ear, “I’m a top member at Sirens, orange wristband. Yours looks blue.” She nodded. She’d only gotten the second tier recently when she realized she couldn’t get into any of the rooms at the higher level without paying a hefty one-time fee.
When she broke off her engagement, joining Sirens was one of the first things she did—besides a spa day and eating her weight in pizza and cheesy bread.
She never felt like her ex allowed her to explore, and she wanted a safe space to do it in.
Sirens seemed like a no brainer, but now that she was here with her boss, she wasn’t all that sure.
“I wonder if we’ve run into each other before and didn’t even know it,” he murmured, “and for your last question, you already know why I’m here tonight. I’m here to fuck you, in front of all these people, with Monica’s help.”
Amelia dropped her head and let out a sharp breath.
The anticipation for tonight had been building at the speed of a freight train the second she’d gotten home and taken a quick shower.
She was trying to hold on to the knowledge that her rapid pulse and the way she was soaked to the point she could feel it on her inner thighs had nothing to do with the man standing behind her and everything to do with her excitement from what she wanted to experience tonight.
She felt him move around her again. “Ms. Wayne,” he groaned, and she leaned forward, her legs too shaky to hold her upright.
Her gaze snapped to his when she felt his warm hand on her elbow, steadying her.
She wanted to rub herself up against him—ride his thigh to create enough friction to make her climax.
Her lower back tingled, and her breathing came out in short choppy bursts.
She couldn’t remember a time where the idea of sex had her practically melting into her partner’s hands.
They stared at each other in a tense silence.
Half his face was covered up by some generic mask, but she could feel every single one of his features sending a blaze of need through her as he stared down at her.
The room fell away until they were the only two left.
She couldn’t decide if she should press into him and damn them both or not.
Maybe she should pull away and end this before they truly crossed a line they couldn’t come back from. Her mind was already laying out the HR nightmare this could turn into for both of them, yet she still stood there, heart beating wildly in her chest and refusing to give voice to reason.
“Look at you,” Jordan murmured, bringing his lips to her ear. His deep rumble made her belly swoop. She was leaning forward, inhaling whatever citrus scent wafted off his skin. It had her licking her lips, ready to taste him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so…” he chuckled, “so quiet, Ms. Wayne.” She felt the phantom touch of his lips against the shell of her ear.
She arched into him desperate to feel his lips against her pulse.
“You don’t know what it’s doing to me to fin—to have you in my arms.” Jordan groaned in her ear.
Good Lord, she was going to combust from his voice alone.
She should have known he’d be like this: a strong, commanding presence.
She wanted to be surprised at how easily he was able to turn her limbs to liquid, but if she thought about it too long, she’d be able to pull up every instance at the office where his deep timbre caused her pulse to spike or her breath to hitch.
“Who knew behind all that sass and sharp tongue, there was a sweet girl so desperate for my touch?” He pulled her flush against his body.
She let out a surprise gasp and could have sworn she heard something click in place.
His muscles were taut under her soft curves, making her wonder how they’d quake from her touch or her tongue.
“I can read every thought in your head, Ms. Wayne.” His tone was deceptively soft. “I wonder how much of a mess I can get you to make against my fingers.” He hummed when she shifted on her feet pushing herself closer to him.
“I bet you’re soaked—pussy dripping so much your inner thighs are drenched,” he growled. “Did you do as was suggested and leave yourself bare under this dress?”
“Yes.” The words left her in a hiss. Her growing desire was more for her boss than the anticipation of being fucked in front of a room full of people.
Amelia felt hollow and achy, almost desperate enough to beg Mr. Monroe to touch her right now, but he abruptly pulled back from her so fast she would have pitched forward if not for the grip he still held on to her elbow.
The cool air pumping through the vents eased the burning fire they were creating.
Her senses came back online with the room coming into clear view.
She’d momentarily forgotten she was in room Star.
She could feel all the eyes on her, and she ducked her head, a small flush creeping across her cheeks.