Chapter 26 Amelia
Amelia
On Monday morning, I’m getting ready for work when I get a call on my cell from Crawford.
I stand there, staring at the screen for several seconds, terrified at what he might say.
Maybe he got sicker, and I abandoned him, and now he’s dying…
“Hello?” I say tentatively, feeling like I can barely breathe.
“When the fuck did you send me this picture?” he says, his voice furious as I flinch.
“W—what?”
“The photo, Amelia. Get to my goddamn office right fucking now.” Then he hangs up.
Such a whirlwind of events has happened since I sent him the photo that I completely forgot about it. I stare at the dark phone screen after he has hung up, trying to calm my racing heartbeat.
As I get to the living room, I listen out for my mom or dad, hoping they’ve remembered they both have to be at work.
Not my problem.
I run to my car and am speeding out of the drive in under a minute. The traffic is terrible, even this early in the morning, but I finally manage to make it to the office.
It’s empty when I walk out of the elevator. It’s still not 8 a.m., and I head to my desk, nerves bubbling through me. I haven’t even set down my bag when Crawford’s door opens, and he storms toward me, looking beyond hot, with his shirt unbuttoned at the top.
He grabs my wrist as I drop my bag. My body has been aching for him since I got in the car, and the electric thrill I feel as he pulls me through the door is addictive.
It slams behind me as he pushes me up against it. He doesn’t speak, fingers curling around the hem of my skirt as he yanks it up and pushes down my panties. I kick them off over my shoes.
I’m pressed against the door as he drops his pants, and the blunt head of his dick rubs against me. I stare up at him as he stops moving, and my gaze meets his.
He pulls a condom from his pocket and rolls it down his dick.
“I’m gonna fuck you against this door,” he growls as I shudder.
God, I love how he talks to me.
He spreads my legs, and pushes into me in a hard, angry thrust that is a perfect mix of pleasure and pain as I throw my head back, slamming it into the hard wood.
He hisses through his teeth at the loud bang, and I freeze, realizing that if anyone has arrived in the office, they could have heard that.
“You okay?” he asks.
I look at him, and the concern on his face while his cock is rammed halfway in my body, almost makes me laugh.
“Yeah.”
“Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “Not in a bad way.”
He growls, leaning forward and crushing his lips over mine as he pulls me down the door and starts thrusting into me with hard, frantic movements.
“Jesus. I’m not gonna fucking last. You make me feel like I’m eighteen again. You’re the hottest. Fucking. Thing. On. Earth,” he says, his hips pushing into me hard with every word. “When I come, I’m gonna fuck you again. If I can do a round three before nine, I absolutely will.”
His hands tighten as he plunges his dick in and out of me. I close my eyes, my body like a ragdoll as he uses it for his pleasure.
“Did you like the toy?” he snarls. “Did you fuck yourself with it?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I want you to bring one to work,” I open my eyes, staring at him as he thrusts into me.
“I want to know you’re sitting at your desk, soaking through your underwear, waiting for me to fuck you.
One in the front, one in the back. I’ll call you in here when you’re desperate for it, push your legs wide open, and pull each toy slowly out of your body until I replace them with my dick. ”
He comes, hard, his tongue in my mouth, intertwining with mine as he groans around it.
“No one’s ever fucked your ass, have they?” he asks, and I shake my head.
Breathing a long sigh, he shoves deeper inside me all the way to the hilt, his body pinning me to the door. I think he’s going to pull out and move away, but he stays where he is. My body throbs around his cock.
His eyes meet mine, and he looks thoughtful as he licks his lips, his hands skimming over my waist. He nuzzles his nose against my neck.
“How would you feel about getting rid of the condom?” he whispers.
I freeze, looking down at him in bewilderment.
“Sterling House would manage the logistics,” he continues. “It would have to be safe for both of us. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
The afterglow fades in the cold, clinical way he describes it. I’m about to pull away from him when he lifts me up again, pulling my thighs wide apart as his dick slides out of me making me groan.
“Did you come?” he asks.
“N… no, but that’s okay—”
“Shut the fuck up, it’s not okay. I want you writhing for me again.”
I squeak as he pushes me effortlessly up the door.
He is incredibly strong, his hands lifting my thighs to his head height as my back slides up the smooth wood.
I’m balanced precariously, trying to grab onto the wall as he gives me a wicked look and then dives between my legs, lapping ruthlessly at my clit.
I melt against the door, terrified that I’m gonna fall, but the sensations are so overwhelmingly good I just try my best to balance my weight.
His hands support me as his head pushes between my legs, my feet dangling down his back, thighs resting on his shoulders. I feel like I’m floating as he shoves his tongue inside me.
I stare at the window, the whole of the city laid out for me. Without thinking, I push my hand into his hair. He groans low in the back of his throat, and I grip it tightly as his fingers claw at my legs.
Fuck. It’s the hottest thing ever. He pulls back, looking up at me, catching me staring out at the view.
“Think someone is watching us?” he asks, as his hand moves upward and he pushes his thumb inside me.
“Oh fuck,” my hips push outward, and he struggles to steady me.
“There could be a whole conference room full of people, watching you getting off. Maybe they’ve been watching this whole time while I ram my cock into you, watching as you moan for me.”
I’m shuddering uncontrollably, my hands pressed against the door as he keeps me suspended there, his thumb hooking into me, stroking the walls of my pussy.
“I can’t wait to fill you with my cum,” he pushes his thumb deeper, the stretch and the ache making me crazy. “You’ll sit at your desk, leaking onto your chair after I’ve fucked your brains out.”
He lowers me down the wall until one of my feet finally touches the plush carpet. He hitches my other leg up, pushing two fingers into my body. I moan and his free hand comes up to cover my mouth.
Leaning close, his lips touch my ear.
“I might even make you lick the seat clean.”
I come, explosively, the scream that comes out of me barely contained by his palm. He covers my lips with his own to smother it.
Lifting me off the door, he spins us round, lowering himself to his knees and lying me down against the soft carpet.
I stare upward at the ceiling, catching my breath and coming down from the high, hardly aware of what he’s doing until he lays down beside me.
I glance over at him, trying to gather some semblance of control when his arms wrap around me, pulling me against him.
Is he embracing me?
I’m lying on the carpeted floor of my boss’s office with his arms around me, and it’s the best feeling in the world. A voice in my head screams at me to detach myself, get up, and leave right now. But I can’t bring myself to do it.
Oh shit. Is this what falling for someone feels like? You’re such an idiot, Amelia.
Crawford places a gentle kiss on my neck, and it undoes me completely. I don’t look at him. I can’t.
“Did you give yourself a concussion?” he asks teasingly, running his fingers over the back of my head.
I huff out a laugh. “Well, if I did, it’s your fault.”
“Fuck, that was so hot.” His fingers brush gently over my stomach. We’re both still clothed from the waist up, and he looks at my blouse with obvious approval. That makes sense since he’s the one who bought it.
“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?” he asks. “I got a little over-eager there.”
I shake my head. “It was great.”
He chuckles, but it’s a soft, kind sound. “I owe you an apology.”
I look over at him, opening my mouth to tell him he doesn’t, but he places a finger over my lips.
“You were right. I was being an asshole. I should never have spoken to you like that. You’d cooked for me and looked after me all day, and I threw it back in your face. I felt so much better because you were there, and I should have told you that.”
It’s sincere and heartfelt, his eyes sorrowful. I look at the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze.
“I shouldn’t have called you an asshole. You were sick. I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”
His fingers slide gently beneath the button of my shirt, caressing my skin.
“I finished the soup. It’s all I ate this weekend,” he says.
“Did your fever go down?” I ask.
“Yeah. Gerald and Alexis were looking for you after you left. I think you’re their new favorite person.”
I laugh. “Where did Gerald even come from?”
Crawford props a hand beneath his head, looking down at me. Even on the floor of his office, it feels impossibly intimate. I ignore the flutter in my gut as his hand comes to rest on my stomach. This isn’t about sex anymore; we’re having a real conversation.
“He was a rescue,” Crawford says softly.
“Ridiculous, I know, for a man like me to have a white peacock. But I saw him on Instagram, and I fell in love with him. He’d been in a cage all his life, mistreated and broken.
I flew him out to my apartment. He was so miserable when I first got him.
The shelter didn’t want me to have him because he needs space to roam, but I did explain the size of my apartment and they agreed to let me have him.
I take him out to the country as often as I can so he can run outside. ”
“You have a place in the country?” I ask.
“I have four,” he says with a smirk. “But only one Gerald.”
“He’s very beautiful,” I say, and his fingers brush a piece of hair out of my eyes. I look at him and he smiles. It’s a gentle smile I haven’t seen from him before.
“More beautiful than I deserve,” he whispers.
I’m wondering what he means by that when he rolls on top of me again. I can’t help laughing as his rock-hard dick nudges against me.
“Already?” I ask, and he grins down at me.
“I’m hard twenty-four-seven around you, Amelia.” He nuzzles his nose against my cheek but then pulls back, his gaze dark and serious. “Would you be okay with me speaking to Sterling House about the condoms?”
I don’t reply immediately, still amazed he would want that.
Doesn’t the policy state he would have to guarantee he only has me as a sexual partner? Why would he want that?
The idea is so damn satisfying. His face falls, as he leans back further, a line appearing between his brows as his jaw works.
“I guess you might have other partners outside of work. I hadn’t thought of that. You’re not married or anything, are you?”
I laugh, and his frown only gets deeper, making me laugh harder.
“What the hell is so funny?” he asks, beginning to rock his hips against me, and making my laughter turn into a moan. “I’m gonna ruin you for any other man, I swear to God. No one’s gonna fuck you like I can.”
I shudder and put my hands on his ass, pulling him down so his cock rubs against my clit. He closes his eyes as I put my lips against his ear.
“No condoms. I’m fine with that.”
“You don’t have anyone else in your life who’d complain?” he asks, his cock rubbing against me, getting wetter with every pass.
“You’re the only guy I’m sleeping with,” I say, and see a light come into his eyes. I suck in a breath as he pulls my legs apart and rubs his cock along the seam of my body.
“I don’t want to pause and go get a condom. I want to fill you up right now, until you’re dripping for me,” he growls, his mouth touching my ear.
I’m trembling, shocked at how much I want that too.
“I’ll call them later. Right now, I’m gonna go get a condom from my desk, and when I come back, I want you spread for me and bending over the couch.”