Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Fixing her lingerie on her hips, Amelia stared back at herself in the mirror of the bathroom attached to the private room.
For the last several years, she’d booked dark room two every Friday and Saturday night—and she’d booked them a week in advance.
It was her way of unwinding without worrying about attachment.
She was fed up with waiting for her dates to call back, and she was fed up with not knowing where she stood with people—at least, that was what she told herself and anyone else who asked—so when Evie had suggested Satin, Amelia had jumped at the prospect.
She would admit that it wasn’t the wisest idea in the world to be here tonight, but Jo had seemed so happy and full of life this afternoon when they’d had coffee.
She’d seemed like the old Jo. The very Jo that Amelia had fallen for in the weeks and months after Callum had brought her home.
Even if she was setting herself up to get hurt, she couldn’t let Jo down tonight.
But she could keep her wits about her.
If there was one hint of Jo knowing Amelia was the woman in this room with her, Amelia would find a reason to excuse herself and leave.
She quickly lifted her phone and sent off a message to Evie.
Wish me luck! Jo is back at the club.
Amelia exhaled a slow, calming breath and lowered her phone with a shaking hand.
While that idea of deception remained in her mind, she couldn’t stop whatever was about to happen.
All she’d ever wanted once Callum foolishly cheated on Jo was for Jo to be happy.
If this was where that happiness resided, then Amelia couldn’t change it.
Of course she would prefer to take Jo out on a date, wine and dine her, ultimately falling into bed with one another after dancing the night away…
but life never went that way. Amelia’s life never went that way.
Even now, when she had the chance to tell Jo it was her who was making her happy, she just couldn’t do it.
Because it wasn’t that simple, and it never would be.
Her phone buzzed on top of her belongings.
Forget about who she is and just have fun. That’s what the club is all about. Neither of you are doing anything wrong, I wish you could understand that.
Amelia frowned. Evie had been the one who told her she had to come clean to Jo. Why the sudden change of heart?
You wanted me to tell her the truth.
Amelia chewed her lip when Evie started to respond.
I did. But I’ve had time to think about it since I got home.
Jo is there willingly, and so are you. If being alone together in that room gives you both the pleasure you’re looking for, it’s nobody’s business but your own.
All I ask is that you keep it to that room and then you won’t get hurt. Call me tomorrow x
Amelia smiled when she reread the message. Evie was right, and she’d been doing this far longer than Amelia had. They were two consenting adults, and that’s where it ended.
The light above the changing room door flashed twice, reminding Amelia that Jo would be in the room within the next few minutes. She powered her phone off, fixed her hair—though she didn’t know why—and entered the darkness, eagerly anticipating Jo’s arrival.
After a couple of minutes, the heavy velvet curtain pulled back, and Jo’s familiar perfume filled the air around them. Amelia took a deep, inconspicuous breath, clenched and unclenched her hands, and stepped closer. “You came back…”
“I would have been a fool not to,” Jo said, stepping forward and placing her hand on Amelia’s stomach. When she did, the muscles contracted on contact. “I didn’t know if you’d be here or not.”
“If I hadn’t been?”
Jo’s breath washed over Amelia’s lips as she pulled her in close. “I would have left.”
A rush of blood went directly to Amelia’s head at that admission. Jo only wanted to see her. Nobody else. Fuck, you’re in trouble here. “I’m sure you could have found someone else instead of me.”
“The way you touch me?” Jo smiled against her lips, one arm now wrapped around her waist. “No. Just you.”
Amelia slipped Jo’s robe from her shoulders, wishing she could see her beautiful blue eyes in this moment.
While she felt the sincerity in what Jo was saying, she knew Jo’s eyes would have cemented what she was feeling without the need for words.
“Tell me, Jo…” Amelia waited a beat, hoping to sense what Jo was feeling at the use of her name. “Who are you in the dark?”
Jo’s breath caught when Amelia guided her towards the chaise along the opposite wall to the bed.
Amelia had memorised every square metre of this room within the first few weeks of being here, so now, she could see the layout in the dark.
She lowered Jo, then dropped to her knees as she spread her legs.
“Well?”
“In the dark…I’m me.” Jo spoke barely above a whisper, sending a shiver down Amelia’s spine.
Here, Jo felt like herself. Here, she knew she was safe.
That meant a great deal to Amelia. “In the dark, I don’t see the flaws, and I don’t think about what the man I loved didn’t see in me.
” Jo reached out and traced her fingertips over Amelia’s lips. “Here, in the dark, I feel wanted.”
Amelia wanted to cry. She pushed Callum from her mind, leaned in, and kissed the nape of Jo’s neck. “You’re beautiful, and you deserve to be happy.”
“What’s your name?” Jo asked as she lowered a hand and forced Amelia’s bra over her nipple. She dipped her head, tracing a path down to the already hardened bud, and sucked it into her mouth.
“O-oh, shit.” Amelia clenched her jaw. It wasn’t often that the women who came into this room wanted to pleasure her first. But Jo… Oh, she was something else entirely.
“I need a name,” Jo whispered as she blew gently against Amelia’s nipple. “I need to know who I’m going to come for.”
Amelia leaned in and captured Jo’s lips in a heated, passionate kiss.
The benefit she had here was that Jo had no idea just how hot and steamy it could get in these rooms. She didn’t need to hold back, and she didn’t need to go slow.
This club was all about fantasy, desire, and ultimately…
pleasure. She threaded her hands through Jo’s hair, slipping her tongue into her mouth without a second thought.
Amelia drew back, breathless, and whispered, “Lia.”
Why? Because it was the closest thing to her own name without making it so obvious.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Jo leaned back but brought Amelia in with her.
Their bodies pressed together, but Amelia needed more.
She needed to be on top of Jo, inside her too, while familiarising herself with everything this woman was.
She didn’t know when it would be the last time, so she had to anticipate this being the last time… until it wasn’t.
“You want the same as last night?”
Jo held Amelia’s chin in her hand. “I want to touch you.”
Amelia practically melted against Jo. She would love nothing more than to climb into bed tonight knowing this woman had been inside her again.
But was that the right thing to do? Amelia pondered it for a split second, but ultimately, her arousal took over.
She rose to her feet, removed her lingerie, then lowered herself on top of Jo.
“You’re wet,” Jo whispered into the silence of the room. “And I’m dying to feel you.”
“Trust me, I’ve been wet since the moment you walked through the curtain.” Amelia rolled her hips against Jo. “It’s hard not to feel that way when I know how beautiful you are.”
Jo gripped Amelia’s hips and forced her own up against her. “Fuck.”
As Amelia repositioned herself, she felt Jo’s slender fingers probing between her legs. She straddled her, offering her a little more access, and threw her head back when Jo entered her without a second thought. “Oh, God, Jo. Y-yes!”
“I don’t know what turns me on more. How tight you are…or hearing you moan my name.” Jo sat up and took a nipple between her lips, sucking gently and rolling the tip of her tongue over it.
Amelia ground down against Jo’s fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as each thrust hit that sweet spot. Her head fell forward, her lips brushing Jo’s temple. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Jo added a second finger and curled them, as though her body knew Amelia’s and they’d done this a hundred times before. “You feel perfect.” Jo moaned, her voice rough against Amelia’s throat. “So fucking perfect.”
Amelia whimpered as her fingers tightened in Jo’s hair. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s the point.” Jo kissed a path across Amelia’s collarbone, her free hand drifting up the length of Amelia’s back. “Go on. Give it to me.”
With her eyes squeezed shut and her body writhing above Jo’s, Amelia gave in to the building wave about to crash through her.
Her climax hit her hard as she cried out Jo’s name in sheer ecstasy.
Her thighs trembled around Jo’s hips, her fingernails digging into her shoulders as she held on for dear life. “O-oh, fuck!”
Jo slowed her pace and kissed the underside of Amelia’s jaw, soothing her with soft touches and slow kisses. “That was beautiful.” Amelia felt Jo smile against her. “You are beautiful, whether I can see you or not.”
Still panting, Amelia reached down and guided Jo’s hand out of her. She kissed her knuckles tenderly before bringing Jo’s fingers to her own lips. She sucked them into her mouth, slow and intentional, listening for Jo’s reaction in the darkness.
“Jesus.” Jo groaned, her grip tightening around Amelia’s waist. “You’re going to ruin me.”
Amelia smiled to herself and pushed Jo down flat against the chaise. “I believe I’m almost there.” She shifted to kneel between Jo’s legs and lowered her mouth to Jo’s inner thigh, pressing gentle kisses to her skin as Jo spread her legs further.
“Y-you don’t have to—” Jo’s breath caught when Amelia slowly licked the length of her pussy. “Shit.”
“I want to,” Amelia whispered, aware that her voice was close to breaking. “I don’t know when our last time will be…so, I want to. I need to.”
Amelia buried herself between Jo’s thighs, one arm looped around to hold Jo in place, the other bracing her weight.
She licked and sucked; her rhythm unrelenting as the tip of her tongue circled Jo’s clit just the way she knew Jo liked it.
It didn’t take long for Jo to start falling apart, not when her body arched, and her hands buried themselves in Amelia’s hair.
“Lia…” Jo’s voice cracked. “Oh, fuck, yes. R-right there.”
Amelia moaned against her, the vibration making Jo cry out louder. Jo’s thighs clenched around Amelia’s head as her orgasm ripped through her, but Amelia kept up her pace, drawing every last shudder and gasp from her until Jo finally collapsed back onto the chaise.
Silence followed as Amelia gently pulled herself up and lay beside Jo, wrapping one arm around her waist and pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. Jo reached out blindly and curled her fingers around Amelia’s.
“That was…” Jo’s words were languid in her post-orgasmic haze. “Incredible.”
Amelia tucked her face into Jo’s neck. “You’re incredible.”
“Can I stay a while longer?”
“Of course you can.”
They lay there, tangled up in each other. A part of Amelia wanted to break the silence, to confess who she was, but fear held her back. For now, this was enough. For now, she would be Lia. The woman Jo came to in the dark, the one who made her feel wanted and safe.
For now, that could be enough.
Until she had the courage to be Amelia again.