24. Amara
Chapter twenty-four
Amara
A s soon as I step onto the jet, I almost forget how to breathe. The white leather seats stretch out in perfect rows, and there’s this plush leather couch in the center that screams luxury.
Nicholas walks next to me, his hand lightly resting on my back, guiding me to the back of the jet. I try not to let my awe show too much, but the more I take in, the more it feels like I’m in some kind of dream. It’s hard to wrap my head around it all, especially knowing it’s only temporary. When this whole contract ends… I’ll have to say goodbye to all of this. I’ll have to say goodbye to Nicholas.
“Everything okay?” Nicholas asks, slowing his pace, his eyes catching mine like he knows exactly what’s going on in my head.
“I’m fine,” I say, forcing a smile.
He nods, slipping his jacket off and sinking into the couch with a contented sigh.
I sit next to him, the heat from his body brushing against mine, and my stomach flutters when he turns to look at me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even, though his gaze makes me feel nervous.
His grin widens, and he raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Do I need a reason?”
I laugh, my cheeks warming. “You’re my boss.”
His gaze sharpens, and a low groan slips out of him as his hand reaches for my chin. He gently tilts my face up to meet his eyes, the intensity there making it hard to breathe.
“And your fiancé,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my jaw.
“Fake fiancé,” I add, reminding myself that this is all part of the deal.
Nicholas’s eyes flicker, something unreadable flashing across his face. “Not to everyone here.”
Before I can say anything, a voice breaks the moment.
“Good morning, sir.” The flight attendant stands in the doorway, her gaze immediately locked on Nicholas with an intensity that I can’t ignore. Her red-painted lips curve into a smile as she looks down at us—or more specifically, him . “I hope you have a great flight. I’m here for anything you need.”
I blink at her. Was that just my imagination or did that sound suggestive?
I feel something stir in me as she smiles at him, her attention solely on him. I can’t help but glance at Nicholas, trying to gauge his reaction.
He glances at her for a second, shooting a quick smile. “Thank you, Savannah.”
Savannah’s gaze flicks over to me, her eyes traveling down the length of my body before returning to my face with a smile that is just a touch too sweet, almost condescending. I give her a polite smile, but the slight narrowing of her eyes and the curl of her lips tells me she doesn’t see me as any kind of threat.
Okay, so I wasn’t imagining it.
She wants Nicholas.
Savannah flashes him another pearly white smile before she turns on her heels and walks out. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving just the quiet hum of the jet.
I glance at Nicholas, questions swirling in my mind, but I push them down. Or at least try to.
“Savannah?” I ask, aiming for casual even though curiosity slips through.
His brow furrows, his expression skeptical. “What about her?”
“You know her name?”
He leans back into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. “She’s worked for me for years. She’s the main flight attendant when I use the jet.”
I nod, trying to keep my voice even. “And how often is that?”
A slow, teasing smile tugs at his lips. “You’re my assistant. Shouldn’t you know?”
“Right,” I shrug. “Except as you’ve pointed out, I don’t know much about your personal life.”
He sighs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “A few times a month, maybe more. Depends on if I need to be somewhere quickly. I usually prefer the helicopter.”
I hum in acknowledgment, pretending his answer satisfies me. But inside, I’m still thinking about Savannah—about how often she’s around him… alone . It shouldn’t bother me. I’ve been his assistant for two years. I’ve seen the revolving door of women he’s dated. So why does this feel different?
I turn to stare out the window, willing the thoughts to dissolve, but they linger.
Nicholas’s hand brushes under my chin, gently tilting my face back toward him. “What’s really going on, Amara?”
“Nothing,” I lie, my lips pressing together.
“Amara,” he says again, firmer this time.
I exhale a shaky breath. “Did you sleep with her?”
Nicholas’s brows shoot up, his eyes narrowing in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“I know you’ve slept with plenty of women,” I say, bitterness slipping into my tone before I can stop it. “I’m not clueless. I used to pick out the ones you’d take to bed, remember?”
His expression shifts, his brows knitting together. “And what makes you think Savannah is one of them?”
“The way she looked at me,” I explain, fidgeting with my hands on my lap. “Like I was competition.”
He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as though I’ve said something absurd.
“It’s not funny,” I snap, a flush rising to my face.
Nicholas straightens, his smirk deepening. “It is if you think she would have any competition when it comes to you.”
My heart stutters. “So… does that mean—”
“No,” he says firmly, cutting me off before I can finish. “I haven’t slept with Savannah.”
Relief floods through me, even though I tell myself it shouldn’t matter. I tilt my head skeptically. “Really?”
His expression softens as he leans back into the couch. “I don’t mix business and pleasure.” His voice lowers. “And for the record, I never slept with those women you picked out either.”
I blink, thrown by his confession. “What?”
“That was all PR,” he explains. “Just a show to get the gossip sites buzzing. It was never real.”
“Kinda like us?” I ask cautiously.
Nicholas shakes his head slowly, his gaze steady as it locks onto mine. “No, baby. Not even close.” His hands find my face, his palms warm against my skin, grounding me as every trace of lingering jealousy dissolves. “You’re the only exception.”
“Yeah?” I whisper.
He leans in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my jaw. Heat spreads through my body, sending a shiver down my spine. “The only one,” he murmurs.
Before I can respond, the sound of a soft cough echoes through the cabin.
Savannah stands in the doorway, her gaze flicking between us before settling on Nicholas. Her lips curve into the same flirtatious smile. “Sir, we’re ready for takeoff,” she announces, her eyes briefly grazing mine before returning to him as though I don’t exist.
“Thank you, Savannah,” Nicholas replies.
She lingers longer than necessary, her smile widening. “And if there’s anything I can do…”
I watch her with narrowed eyes, my fingers curling into fists on my lap.
“Actually,” Nicholas cuts in, surprising me. “There is something.”
She leans in, her voice filled with sugary sweetness. “Yes, sir?”
Nicholas’s hand curls around my waist, tugging me to his side, earning a gasp from me. “My fiancée and I are celebrating an anniversary today,” he lies, and I blink at the side of his head, wondering what the hell he’s doing. “We’d love a glass of champagne and some strawberries.” His eyes finally turn to face me, and he brushes his lips softly against mine, making my eyes flutter. “Anything you want, baby?” he asks, his hand finding its way to my waist, pulling me closer as he presses a soft kiss to the curve of my neck.
I shake my head, glancing up at Savannah, who just blinks, clearly taken aback.
“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
When the door clicks shut again, I let out a breath, shaking my head.
“That was a little unnecessary.”
Nicholas arches a brow, looking very pleased with himself as he stretches out on the couch. He taps his leg twice, a silent command.
“Sit, Amara,” he orders.
“Nicholas—”
“You’re my fiancée. Sit on my lap.”
I suck in a breath, my mind racing as I prepare to tell him that, while he might be used to that, I’m different—bigger, heavier. But before I can find the words, his arm slips around my waist, pulling me effortlessly onto his lap. My hips settle over his left leg, my skin tingling at the contact.
“Much fucking better,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. His nose brushes against my neck, lips grazing the soft curve of my skin.
His hands are on my thighs in an instant, gripping firmly as he presses his lips to the sensitive area beneath my ear.
A throat clearing has me gasping when I look up and see Savannah above us, with two glasses of champagne in her hand and a bowl of strawberries in the other.
Nicholas merely smiles, takes a flute from her, before reaching for the other. His gaze flickers to me, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his lips. Savannah’s smile falters, and she turns, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
“You think she’ll get the picture now?” he asks, taking a slow sip of his champagne, his eyes never leaving mine.
His grin widens slightly as he tips his glass, a drop of champagne falling onto my neck. I gasp as the cool liquid spreads over my skin, and before I can react, he’s already trailing his tongue along the path it left, his touch scorching, smooth, and maddening.
“Mmm, you taste sweet,” he murmurs, his voice rough against my skin.
“It’s the champagne,” I reply with a breathless chuckle.
He shakes his head, the sound of a soft growl vibrating in his chest. “No,” he says, his voice dark, “it’s you.”
His hand slides around my waist, fingers firm but slow as they drift down to my thigh. I inhale sharply, the heat of his touch seeping through the fabric, making every nerve in my body buzz. He doesn’t rush, as if he’s savoring the moment, testing my reaction.
My legs widen of their own accord, wanting his touch, needing it, no matter the consequences. My breaths come faster, uneven, as every inch of his touch stirs something deep inside me. His hands hover dangerously close, teasing the edge of what I’ve been silently begging for.
I’ve never felt this desired before. Never felt this wanted by anyone. The sensation sends a dizzying rush through me, making it hard to catch my breath.
I gasp as I hear the unmistakable rip and look down to see my tights stretched out around my thighs. I glance over my shoulder to find Nicholas grinning mischievously, and the sight sends a flush to my cheeks, heat pooling between my thighs.
Before I can speak, his fingers graze the hem of my skirt, inching it higher, the fabric bunching at my waist, leaving me exposed. “Spread your legs wider for me, honey,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Let me feel how soaked you are.”
My breath catches as I spread my legs wider, shifting slightly on his lap, feeling every inch of his hard cock rubbing against the curve of my ass. The realization flickers through me, and suddenly, I’m drunk on the power of knowing I’m the one who’s making him hard.
A low groan escapes him, rasping with desire, when I grind against him. His hands grip my hips, stopping me. “Do that again, and I’m going to come in my pants,” he warns, his hands sliding to my thighs, spreading them wider on his lap. “Is that what you want?” he asks, his teeth grazing the soft skin of my earlobe. “Hmm?”
God, yes.
The thought of someone as powerful as Nicholas losing control just from me grinding on his lap turns me on like nothing else. I do it again, my clit throbbing as I feel his thick, hard cock against me, craving him inside of me again.
A sharp slap lands on my pussy, covered by the thin material of my underwear, and I gasp. His hand covers me a second later, soothing the sting as his middle finger drags along my seam. “Fuck, you’re needy,” he mutters, grunting as his finger pushes deeper, my underwear a thin barrier between him and the place that’s dripping for him. “God, I lose my mind every single time I touch you.”
I buck into his hand, moving my hips as his fingers find my clit, rubbing slow, soft circles while his lips brush against my skin. “Look at you. So prim and proper in the office, blushing every time you look at me, and yet you’re soaking my fingers, grinding your pussy against me,” he grunts with dark amusement, making a flush creep across my skin.
I’m hyper-aware that this jet is small, and Savannah is just on the other side of the door, probably hearing every gasp and moan escaping my lips. The thought should be enough to make me stop, but instead, it only fuels the fire burning inside me. I can feel my pussy leaking as his fingers rub a little harder, increasing the pressure.
“Do you think she’d still be interested in me if she knew where my fingers were right now?” His voice is low, rough and heated, sending shivers down my spine as his hand slides up the bare skin of my thigh, pushing the hem of my skirt higher.
My skin heats as I imagine her walking in, seeing me sprawled out on her boss’s lap, while his fingers are covered in my arousal.
Feeling bold, I grab his hand and push my panties aside, guiding one of his fingers inside of me.
He grunts, unashamed and loud, as he thrusts his finger inside, stretching me out, filling me completely.
“Sir?” A knock at the door makes me flinch, quickly trying to cover myself. “Is everything alright? Can I get you anything else?” Savannah asks from the other side.
Nicholas doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips brush against my neck, featherlight and teasing, as he whispers, “Should I tell her I’m already taken care of?”
I bite my lip to stifle a laugh, which quickly turns into a moan when he slides another finger inside of me, pleasure curling up my spine.
“You’re going to get us caught,” I hiss, my body betraying me as I arch into his touch. His other hand slides around my waist, trailing up my shirt.
“Maybe that’s what you want,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “Or are you just mad she thought she had a chance?”
My gasp turns into a louder moan as his teeth graze the curve of my collarbone. His hands grow bold, unapologetic, as he cups my breast, pulling down my bra to rub his thumb against my hard nipple.
“You’re not being very quiet,” he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes, knowing exactly how much I’m struggling to stay composed.
“Then stop making it so hard,” I gasp when his fingers pump deeper inside me.
His laugh is dark, vibrating through my chest as he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Careful, honey. I don’t think you want me to take that as a challenge.”
“Yeah?” I ask, grinding against his cock, teasing him, wanting him to go further.
He groans, pulling his fingers out of me. I almost whine, desperate for him to return them. “Lift your ass up for me, baby,” he orders, hands tightening around my hips. “I need to get my cock out or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
I lift off him, and I hear his belt buckle unfasten. A few seconds later, his hands are back on my hips, pulling me down onto him until I feel all of him. “Your pussy’s so slippery already,” he grunts, thrusting between my thighs. “It’d be so easy for me to slide my cock inside you.”
A low whimper escapes me as I tip my head back, pleasure building inside me. “Please,” I beg, needing him inside me again.
His large hands grip my hips, hard enough to leave bruises, as he bucks his hips, sliding his cock against me. “Slide your panties down for me, honey. Let me feel your soaked pussy rubbing against my cock first.”
Squirming on his lap, I tug my panties down my legs, along with my ripped tights until I’m completely bare from the waist down.
Nicholas groans, his hands gripping me tighter as he pulls me back down onto his lap. His cock slides between my pussy, brushing my clit with delicious pressure that makes me gasp, my fingers curling around the armrest beside me. “You feel so good, honey, and I’m not even inside you yet,” he grunts, every thrust sending a shiver through me. His cock, slick with my arousal, slides against me in slow, teasing motions. “I wish I was on my knees, burying my face in that sweet cunt of yours.”
My eyes flutter closed at his filthy words, the tension between us electric as his cock glides against me. “I’m so close,” I moan, biting my lip as I realize Savannah can probably hear everything.
A breath catches in my throat as he suddenly lifts me, and with one hard thrust, his cock slides deep inside me, filling me completely. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he holds me still, his cock pulsing inside me. “I couldn’t let you come without feeling you soak me.”
The ache inside me intensifies, pleasure building until it’s almost unbearable. His hand finds my clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles while his other hand keeps me steady as he lifts and slam me back down onto him.
Normally, I’d be worried about the pressure of my weight on him, about being too heavy or whether I’m moving too fast. But right now, none of that matters. All I care about is the overwhelming pleasure taking over my body.
His cock hits a spot so deep inside me that I gasp, my head falling back. “Oh god,” I moan, gripping the armrest tighter.
“Nicholas, baby,” he corrects, thrusting into me. “Say my name, Amara.”
“Nicholas,” I moan when he thrusts into me harder, the sound of his name filling the room as the pressure in my clit builds.
“That’s it,” he groans, his hands tightening around my hips as he slams into me, each thrust more frantic than the last. “Scream my fucking name, Amara. Let her know who I belong to.”
My body jerks as the pressure inside me snaps. The intense wave of pleasure floods me, and for a moment, the world goes hazy. I can’t breathe, every muscle seizing as I fall apart.
“Oh, fuck,” Nicholas grunts, his thrusts growing frantic, desperate, each one harder and faster as he tunnels his cock into me. “You’re gripping me inside of you so fucking tight. I’m gonna—” Nicholas lets out a low, guttural groan as he finally comes, his body shuddering beneath me, as he fills me with his cum.
The sound of his release sends a wave of heat through my own body as he keeps languidly thrusting inside of me.
I melt against him, my body softening as his lips brush against the skin of my back in a trail of heat that makes my heart race. We stay like that for a few moments, until Nicholas grips my waist and gently lifts me off him.
I feel his cum drip out of me the instant I move, and Nicholas groans behind me at the sight. I bite my lip, glancing over my shoulder, my clit throbbing at the sight of his cock resting against his stomach, wet and covered in both of our releases.
His large hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks as he watches his cum drip from me. His eyes darken with desire as he swipes two fingers, collecting what spilled before pushing them back inside me.
“Don’t clean it up,” he murmurs, his fingers moving slowly inside me. “I want my cum dripping out of you when we walk out of here.”
Our eyes meet as he removes his fingers, lifting me to my feet and spinning me around to face him. The same two fingers that were inside me press softly against my lips, brushing them open before sliding into my mouth without warning. I gasp, my cheeks flushing at how dirty this feels. I can’t stop myself from running my tongue over his fingers, tasting both of us together, the sound of his groan making me pulse with need.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth and tilts my chin up with the same hand. “Remember, next time you get jealous,” he adds, his voice rough and possessive, “only my fiancée gets to know what I taste like.”