Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
The first taste knocked the breath from Jordan’s lungs.
He memorized the list he’d been sent by Sirens on everything the stranger he was supposed to do this scene with was and wasn’t okay with.
Kissing had been number two on the list, and he’d initially put kissing on his maybe list. He viewed kissing as an act of intimacy he didn’t want shared in a place that was strictly about mutual fucking.
He wasn’t always opposed to it. He’d read the room, and if the energy was right, kissing happened. He didn’t think too much beyond that.
As soon as he heard Amelia’s consent, his need to consume her fire and play in it took over.
He wanted to feel her soft lips against his own, wanted to inhale every breath she exhaled.
This was something he’d tuck away once they’d go their separate ways after tonight.
He’d been truthful in that this wouldn’t affect how they worked together, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been attracted to her since the moment she read him to filth when he tried to push more work on her.
“I’m not your keeper. I also am not in charge of the bigger accounts. My name can’t okay shit.” She held up her hand. “And no that doesn’t mean I want authorization for it. That will come with a pay raise I don’t think you can afford.”
She’d been magnificent. Every time she opened her mouth or narrowed her eyes, he felt like he’d been hit by lightning. His heart would stop for a second with his lungs seizing and his focus only on her.
And now I have her writhing underneath me, tasting decadent.
Jordan smiled against Amelia’s lips. He felt Monica’s hands wrap around the one he had on Amelia’s hip.
He pulled back just enough to give her a slight nod before stealing one last kiss.
She murmured against his mouth, her fingers clawing into his shirt as she tugged him closer when he tried to pull away.
He let out a low chuckle, feeling his cock twitch. He needed to remember to pace himself. He was ready to dive inside of Amelia with zero finesse. Their pleasure might have been on the top of his list tonight but so was putting on a show for everyone in attendance.
“Ms. Wayne,” he murmured against her lips, extracting her hands from his chest. She let out a tiny sound that was a cross between a mewl and a growl. It was adorable. It made him lean in to steal another kiss, savoring the way she opened up for him.
He gently pushed Amelia back into Monica’s waiting arms. “I got you, sweet girl.” He heard Monica’s whispered words while she kissed the bare skin at Amelia’s shoulder.
He took another step back, wanting to watch all of Amelia, first on her own and then with Monica’s hands roaming over her body.
There was a beautiful flush slowly filling the expanse of her skin.
The rise and fall of her chest was rapid; he could still feel her heart beating under his palms. Her lips were puffy from the kiss they shared, and those beautiful eyes were half-lidded and locked on him—waiting, silently begging for more.
Her curls had lost any semi-balance of control.
The one that always rushed forward to curl just below the faint scar in her left eyebrow.
He stepped forward, his body hardening at the sound of her sharp inhale.
It was diabolical how his body was tuned into hers.
He wouldn’t survive the night; he knew it, but that just made him want to dive in more.
“Still green?” he questioned, reaching for that curl. It was soft like he knew the rest of her would be. He tucked it to the side, smiling when the curl fell back in front.
“Yes,” she whimpered when Monica shoved her thigh between her legs.
“Good.” Jordan gave Monica a slight nod, and it was his turn to suck in a sharp breath.
The front of Amelia’s dress dropped and pooled around her waist. He licked his lips, seeing the feast of flesh exposed to him.
Amelia’s full pert breasts were exposed to his eyes and the rest of the room.
One of Monica’s hands were pressed against Amelia’s round stomach, while another wrapped around her neck.
Jordan reached forward, running the back of his hand down the center of her chest and back up again, enjoying how Amelia’s body rose to meet his touch.
He teased goosebumps across her body, her nipples pebbled, taunting him to take a taste.
He wanted to dip his head and sample the flavors that coated her smooth skin but enjoyed the whimpering and pleading sounds spilling from her lips too much to give in to his own wants just yet.
“Look at you, Ms. Wayne,” he murmured, “riding Monica’s thigh and chasing your pleasure.
But it’s not enough, is it?” He walked her fingers back up the center of her chest and wrapped his own hand around Monica’s.
He kept his grip light to not overwhelm either of them.
He was just another bind, keeping Amelia pinned to Monica’s body.
“Oh, fuck me,” Amelia groaned, her hips moving faster against Monica’s thigh. Those two words made his knees shaky. Something deep inside of him unfurled and woke up from a deep slumber. It stretched out tentatively, eyeing the scene before him.
“Ms. Wayne,” he growled, “patience.” He shoved his thigh in between her legs, next to Monica’s. It caused Amelia to open up wider for them. He hissed out a breath when he felt her warm and wet heat against his slacks.
Jordan had forgotten. In his shock at seeing his executive assistant in a sex club and in the same room as him, he’d forgotten how she had planned to come to this event.
A beautiful long dress with nothing underneath, fully bare so they could have their way with her without ever taking her clothes off.
He let out a pained chuckle. “Did you have time to put it on?” he asked, wondering if she had gotten the other requirement in as well. He did make her late, after all.
Amelia hummed low, her eyes closing. Her hips were still shifting back and forth with jerky movements until she paused, letting out a low groan that vibrated straight to his balls.
She pitched forward, gasping for air. Her hands curled into his shirt again, her nails digging into his skin.
He hoped she left a mark; he’d wear it with pride and let it be a physical reminder of what they shared.
Even if I can never revisit this again.
“Ms. Wayne,” he taunted, and he heard Monica’s light laughter.
“She’s wearing it.” Monica kissed her jaw. “It makes you super sensitive, doesn’t it? I could feel you soaking my leg.”
“Are you making a mess, Ms. Wayne?” Jordan tsked under his breath. “Maybe you should clean that up.” She whimpered in response.
“Not yet,” Monica smiled. “I think we can get her to make a bigger mess, no?”
Jordan could feel his body sizzling. They hadn’t really begun yet, and Amelia was already slipping into a pool of need and desire.
Her sweet whimpers were music to his ears.
But there was this one sound that had come from her, different than the rest. It was there every time he brushed his hands down the center of her chest. It was a cross between a whimper and growl.
It came in short bursts like she wasn’t sure if she wanted more or liked the slow torment.
It was driving him crazy, making him want this night to last forever.
He eased Amelia back against Monica’s body.
He remembered from the packet of information he’d been given that she couldn’t climax without a lot of stimulation.
She sometimes needed to both feel full and have pressure against her clit.
He remembered all too well the way she said it was easier for her when she was pinned down but still needed an extra push.
Her mind never shut off enough to give herself permission to let go.
It was the most candid he’d seen someone get when filling out the forms for partner matches.
“I need,” Amelia’s eyes rolled, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
She was still moving her hips against their thighs, faster than she had before.
Monica’s hand had disappeared in between their bodies, probably toying with the butt plug again, going by the low groans echoing around them.
Jordan knew they could easily move this to one of the props to help her get there faster, but he wanted to give her the first climax right here for them.
The three of them had built a cocoon shutting out the rest of the room, though Jordan had never lost sight or the feel of others watching.
It turned him on just as much as it made his cock hard watching Amelia writhe against their legs.
Her chest was rising and falling in rapid succession; he could feel her short burst of air across his face.
Her skin was warm to the touch where he helped hold her up.
Her chants were coming out faster and more incoherent, but there was a layer of frustration behind them too.
He’d been on the receiving end of her annoyance enough to know all the levels of her impatience.
There was the eye roll that let him know she thought he was the dumbest creature on the face of the planet. There was the death glare he enjoyed. It let him know he got under her skin—that was his favorite.
The one he could feel seeping off her now told him she was seconds from walking away.
If not physically, then mentally. He’d seen it when they’d been in tedious meetings listening to someone drone on about something pointless.
Her eyes would get small around the corners, and she looked like she was a million miles away.
He didn’t want that.
She was going to pull herself out of the moment and into a space that would hold her back from letting go. He wasn’t sure if he or Monica would be able to get her back in this room once she hit that point.
“Ms. Wayne.” He kept his tone sharp, and her eyes narrowed.
There’s my girl.
He tapped Monica’s hand at her neck, and she slowly brought her hand down to Amelia’s chest. He wrapped his own hand around her slim neck, tightening his hold just enough to see Amelia’s eyes widen. He pulled her off Monica, “What do you need?” he growled. “Do you feel empty?”
“Yes,” Amelia cried out when Monica cupped her breast and trailed a path of soft kisses on her back and shoulders. Monica was whispering something with each touch—something he couldn’t hear, but he assumed Amelia could, going by the loosening of her body in his hold.
“Oh, my, I need. So close.” Amelia squeezed her eyes shut.
He leaned forward, running his tongue across her bottom lip.
“Open up for me,” he murmured against her, and she complied with ease.
He slipped his tongue inside, sampling the soft grunt she made when he pressed his thigh higher into her.
He could feel her teetering on her tiptoes, could feel the rush of her hips as they slammed into him and away from him, like the tide coming onto the shore.
He kept kissing her, moving his hand to thread his fingers through her hair. Her body was being held up only by his and Monica’s. “I bet it feels so good, taking what you want from us,” he whispered against her mouth, squeezing her neck tighter.
“You’re soaking my and Monica’s leg.” He continued, pausing when he felt Monica press her lips just above his fingers on Amelia’s neck.
“I can feel you dripping down my leg.” Monica’s tongue snaked out, tracing the tip of his finger, causing his thigh to shift again. “You’re making such a mess. I can’t wait for you to cum all over our legs and then watch you clean it up.”
“Fuck,” Jordan grunted at the same time Amelia moaned deep in the back of her throat. He swallowed up every sound she made, pulling it into himself and letting everything about her slip into his system.
“I think you both like that idea.” Monica chuckled, running her tongue across both his fingers and Amelia’s neck again.
The sensation had his thigh shifting once more.
Every time Amelia shifted her hips forward, he matched the movement with a rise of his thigh.
He could feel Monica’s leg moving with him too.
The movement caused Amelia to start shaking in his arms as he continued to kiss her, inhaling her breaths. She clawed at his skin; her nails dug into his wrists as Monica’s arms wrapped around him to pull them all closer to each other.
“Fuck, fuck me, oh fuck,” Amelia chanted. She broke the kiss on a low groan. Her head fell forward, and he released his grip on her neck to grab her chin, pushing her face back toward him.
He wanted to see this, up close and under the dim lighting.
He wanted to memorize every eye flutter, the way her lips formed the perfect O shape before opening fully and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
He wanted to note the way the warm flush slowly crept up her face, basking it in a glow that mirrored the sunshine.
He wanted to memorize the way her body shook in his arms as she finally let go.
He wanted to remember how her eyes slowly opened, and her lips turned up at the corners when she started to come down from her climax.
“So beautiful,” Jordan whispered. His own heart fluttered in his chest, creeping its way up to his throat to cause his breathing to stall.
She was utterly gorgeous, watching her fall apart and slowly stitch herself back together were easily one of his top two moments so far.
He had a hard enough time keeping his focus off her at the office; knowing this was how she looked coming undone was going to make it almost impossible to keep his distance, but he would.
He would just hold on to this moment like his most prized artwork, the one he kept in his room only for him.
“That was…” Amelia trailed off. “Wow.” Jordan chuckled, hearing the awe in her tone.
“More.” She shifted her hips and Jordan groaned, sealing his lips against hers once more.
He’d give her whatever she wanted tonight and more.
He was going to savor every second of it because once he walked out of this room, he’d be Mr. Monroe again, and she’d be his pain-in-the-ass assistant, Ms. Wayne.
There could be nothing else.
No matter how much I want there to be.