Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
AMELIA
The slow, seductive music cued in, eliciting a smile from me. My toes curled against the silk sheets, arousal shooting through me in anticipation of what was about to happen. I loved to get myself excited before playing with myself. It made the orgasm hit harder.
I thrust my head harder into the pillow, my breath hitching as my hands hovered above my aching, heavy melons. My teeth tucked in my lower lip when I cupped a feel of one of my melons, rolling the buds between my fingers. I whimpered, aching for more. I tweaked, tugged, shuddering in pleasure.
I got frustrated, slipping out of my night robe. I grabbed my vibrator on my nightstand, flicking it on. I was so excited to find myself dripping wet between my legs.
"Fuck." I tossed my head backwards when I teased my wet snatch.
When the vibrator descended on my little clam, I was a full-on wreck, fisting the sheets.
My nerves hummed with arousal, my toes curling in pleasure.
My loud moans overshadowed the sound of the vibrator that hummed against my Lady Garden.
The edges of my senses dulled, my dusky peaks hardening to stiff buds.
I reached for one of them, flicking my thumb over it and pinching it.
It stimulated me more. The more the vibrator teased my penis fly trap, the more delirious I became.
It felt so fucking good, all spread out on my bed, pleasuring myself.
My moans rode higher as I approached my release. My legs trembled, my moans morphing into loud sobs. Tears stained the corner of my eyes, my abdomen knotting hard. I came with a long, hard moan, my orgasm wrecking through me like a terrific force.
I could feel my frosting drenching the vibrator.
I panted as my head hit the pillow. My ears were still ringing from my loud moans but I had a satisfied smile on my face.
It didn’t completely take the edge off since there was nothing better than being used, choked and fucked until my voice was gone.
But it was something. I hadn’t gotten laid in a while, and that was because I had sworn off men after my ex cheated on me with his colleague at work.
My alarm blared, eliciting a groan from me.
I had to get in for work early. It made me grumpy because I barely got any sleep all night, not just because I was horny, but also because I was reluctant to go in for work. I had been pouring into the bakery but it wasn’t yielding results.
I dragged myself off the bed and managed to get ready for the bakery.
I run a bakery in town named Glazed and Confused and I was starting to think that the confused part of the name resonated with my bakery.
There had been low turn-ups in sales, and I didn’t want to continue to depend on my dad for funding.
My old man had no problem with indulging me financially.
He owned one of the biggest tech companies in the country, Cyber Corp and a couple of other major investments.
When I was a high schooler, it was cute to be daddy’s little princess, maybe in college too. But now, I desired something of my own, seeing as my business wasn’t thriving, it was riding on my last nerves.
There were just two customers lounging in my Boutique Bakery when I got in; a young man typing away on his laptop with a cup of coffee beside him, and an older woman who was munching on one of our custom cookies.
I huffed, marching towards my cosy little office.
"Ms. Sugarplum."
I craned my neck in the opposite direction, smiling softly when I saw one of my new cleaners. Raya joined us a few days back after Melissa quit without notice. I should have known she coveted working with the new bakery on the other end of town. She was just too cowardly to admit it to my face.
"Amelia." I corrected her politely.
She blushed, embarrassed. "Right, Amelia."
"What is the matter?"
"The sink is clogged again." She exhaled. "I couldn’t unclog it this time. I think we’ll have to call the plumber to come check it out."
"That damn sink is going to be the end of me." I cussed. The sink was due for a change, but I didn’t want to ask my dad for the money. I barely had enough to sort my bills, and to afford my dream sink set up, I’d have to have more than I budgeted in the first place.
I was exhausted.
I ran my fingers through my hair. "Okay. I’ll call him now."
I settled in my work space, whipping out my cell to call the plumber.
"Hey, Mario." I placed my phone on speaker, powering my laptop.
"Amelia.” Mario wasn’t just a plumber. He was also a friend. Hence, our cordial relationship.
"Do you think you can swing by this morning?" I itched my hair, embarrassed. It was quite embarrassing that I was calling him to come fix my sink for the umpteenth time. "The sink is clogged again."
"Yeah, sure."
His voice trailed off when I noticed that my laptop was glitching.
I tried to use my buttons but nothing was coming up.
I found it extremely weird because I still used it to monitor the sales log yesterday.
I slid my palm over the battery, wincing slightly at how it was heating up. Then, suddenly, it crashed.
"Fuck."
"Amelia, are you there?"
"Yes. Yes. Just come by, okay?"
"On my way."
I hung up, frowning at the system. The last thing I needed was to put up with a malfunctioning system. I put a call through to my dad, hoping he’d have a solution for me.
"Hi, Princess."
I rolled my eyes, fighting back a smile. "Dad, I’m twenty-two. I’m not a little girl anymore. So, ease off the nickname."
"You will always be my little girl." He countered, chuckling. "You haven't spoken to your old man in days."
"I’ve been busy." I murmured.
"Too busy to have dinner with me this weekend?" he stylishly chipped in.
I giggled. "Alright, I’ll make it work.I think my laptop crashed. I don’t know what’s going on. It started acting up this morning." I was completely clueless when it came down to technology.
"Do you need me to get you another one?" he offered.
My eyes widened. "What? No!"
"Why?"
I groaned. "No, Dad. I don’t need you to get me another one. I’m sure it just needs to be fixed. That’d be better."
He huffed. "You never let me do anything for you."
"That’s not true." I answered in a sing-song voice. "I’m calling you to help me fix my problem now, aren’t I?"
"Fine." He exhaled in defeat. "I’ll send someone over to come check it."
"Thank you, daddy."
I hung up afterwards.
It was barely noon and I was already stressed. I decided to stress bake. I enjoyed baking. That was one of the reasons I ran a bakery business even though I was terribly failing at managing it. I made my way to the kitchen which was a little scanty.
I couldn’t keep up with having a lot of staff since the business was barely booming. So, I had to drop most of them. Hence, the reason the kitchen seemed almost like a graveyard.
I strapped on my apron and got busy with baking. I didn’t know how much time had passed until I found out that it was past noon. I took out the tray of moist blueberry muffins, heading to the counter.
I froze in my tracks at the sight of the tall, muscular figure easing into the bakery.
My lips parted in shock, intrigue seizing me when our eyes met.
He had a head full of thick brown hair that appeared slightly curly and tousled.
A few rebellious strands curled around his forehead, his jawline shadowed with perfectly tamed stubble.
His olive green eyes were muted, leaning into a brooding, icy edge.
He looked tragically hot in his Khakis that were paired with a simple black tee, stretching around his broad, mouthwatering muscles.
His jaw twitched, and I was sure something twitched between my legs too.
My meat wallet throbbed shamelessly, and when his eyes casually slid over my frame, I felt my breath hitch.
I didn’t want to look away from him. I hadn’t seen a man who was so devilishly handsome in a long time, reminding me of all the reasons he was bad for me.
"Uh…hi!" I chirped.
"Ms. Sugarplum?" His voice was deep and gruff.
My cheeks burned, sweat trickling down my cleavage because of how hot everywhere suddenly became. "Just Amelia, please."
"I’m Derek Steele." His gaze remained frosty. "Your father sent me here to fix your laptop."
I nodded. "Give me a moment."
I quickly dropped the tray on the counter, stripping out of my Apron. His eyes slid over my appearance, suddenly making me feel conscious in my micro-skirt and blouse.
"This way." I led him to my office, walking past him but not without catching a whiff of his masculine cologne. "It crashed this morning after I powered it."
When I turned around, he was in proximity with me, almost closing in on me.
His green eyes held mine captive, the heat from his ripped, muscular body calling out to mine.
I bit my lip, arching forward and grabbing onto the edge of the desk for support.
It terrified me for a second because I knew that if he leaned in a little more, I might not be able to resist him.
"You smell like vanilla and bad decisions." His voice was husky.
I blinked, heat rushing to my cheeks.
"Show me."
"What?"
"Your system."
I smiled, embarrassed. "Oh." I shifted backwards, but not without my fingers brushing his. I almost gasped at the rush of heat that grazed my skin.
He slid into the seat, dwarfing my furniture at once. The way his muscles flexed, the slight scrunch of his firm lips, his brows snapping together, his jaw ticking, they made my breath hitch.
He was a personification of desire.
He grunted under his breath.
"What is it?" I asked. "Can you fix it?"
"Looks like someone got a leak in their system."
His eyes drifted to mine as he said that, causing me to clench my thighs. Somehow, those words seemed deeper than their surface meaning, and for some reason, the space between my legs wouldn’t stop heating up, dripping.
My system was indeed leaking.
"I’m going to be here for a while. Any chance I can get a space more comfortable?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah-yeah, um…you can set up shop in the back."
"Your system is infected and needs some upgrade too."