Chapter 31
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I didn’t even ask where we were going.
He’d been quiet since the gallery—focused, driven. I should’ve known he already had something planned. When the car slowed in front of the Fairmont Pittsburgh, the driver barely had time to stop before Amir was reaching for his phone, already scanning the confirmation like he’d sealed our fate hours ago.
No hesitation. No second-guessing.
The moment we stepped into the lobby, it hit me. Polished marble floors. Sculptural lighting overhead. That quiet, expensive hush that clung to five-star hotels like perfume. He didn’t speak, just guided me with a hand at the small of my back, eyes forward, jaw tight like he was holding something in.
The elevator doors slid open. We stepped inside.
The silence between us pulsed with need.
Every breath I took felt charged, like the anticipation was thick enough to touch. Our fingers brushed. He caught my hand and held it, his grip firm and warm. When the elevator chimed on the top floor and the doors opened, I followed him down a long hallway to a corner suite.
He swiped the keycard.
Opened the door.
And the second we stepped into that room—with its panoramic view of the city glittering beneath us, floor-to-ceiling windows painting us in moonlight—the tension between us snapped.
He needed me.
I needed him.
The air changed the second we crossed the threshold. It wasn’t just the space—glass walls, glowing skyline, sleek black furnishings—it was the charge between our bodies, vibrating with everything we hadn’t said.
I couldn’t stop touching him on the ride over. My hand on his thigh. His fingers laced with mine. Every shift of his body sent sparks through me.
We didn’t talk.
We didn’t need to.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, he was on me.
My back hit the console table with a gasp, the cool surface shocking against my skin. His mouth crashed onto mine—hot, hungry, like he’d been starving. His hands gripped my waist, sliding down to my thighs, lifting me onto the edge, spreading me with one push of his knee between mine.
Clothes fell away, piece by piece. He unzipped my dress with a slow, deliberate pull, like he was unwrapping something fragile. It pooled at my feet, and when he stepped back to take me in—black lace, heels still on, breath shaky—I saw his control break.
I reached into my purse, pulled out my phone, and hit play.
Floetry’s “Say Yes” spilled through the room, soft and sensual, as if the beat had been waiting on us.
His jaw clenched. His hands fisted at his sides.
I started to move.
Slow. Rolling my hips to the rhythm, dragging my fingers down my stomach, over the lace barely covering my thighs. He watched— burned through me with his eyes. His breathing changed. His body stilled.
I climbed onto the bed, straddling him like I was claiming what had always been mine. His dick was thick and hard beneath me, and I circled my hips just enough to feel him press against my heat.
“Don’t play with me,” he warned, voice hoarse, breath catching.
I bit my lip. “Or what?”
He flipped me onto my back with one swift motion, my breath catching in my throat as he came over me, eyes locked, jaw clenched.
Then his mouth was on me—everywhere.
Kissing me like he was searching for something, like he needed to map every curve again with his lips. He pulled my bra down, sucked one nipple into his mouth, then the other, his tongue swirling, lips hot and open.
I arched, hands in his hair, breath shaking. “Amir?—”
He didn’t stop. His hands slid between my thighs, pulling my panties aside, fingers teasing until I was soaked.
“Look how wet you are,” he murmured against my skin. “All that mouth… but your pussy knew what time it was.”
I cried out when his tongue found my clit—hot, slow, devastating.
He sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue in circles until my back bowed off the bed.
His grip tightened on my thighs as I tried to close them, the pleasure too much. He didn’t let me. Just licked me open, slow and nasty, groaning like I was feeding him.
“Amir… I?—”
“You’re close,” he said, eyes meeting mine as his fingers slid inside. “Let go.”
I shattered, thighs trembling, hips rocking as he sucked harder, his beard slick with me, tongue still lapping as I moaned into the sheets.
He kissed his way back up my body, licking his lips, dragging my panties down and off before settling between my thighs again.
He was still hard. Still thick. Still pulsing.
And when he pushed inside me, slow and deep, I couldn’t hold back the sob in my throat.
I gripped his shoulders, wrapped my legs around him, felt every thick inch stretch and fill me.
His breath stuttered in my ear. “You feel like heaven.”
He rocked into me slow at first. Deep strokes that pulled every moan out of my chest. His hands tangled in my hair, lips brushing my cheek, my jaw, my mouth.
“You good?” he whispered.
“Better than,” I breathed.
He flipped me over, dragged me to the edge of the bed, and pulled my hips up until I was on my knees. One hand slid down my spine, the other guided his dick back to my pussy and then he slammed into me, making me cry out.
The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the room, raw and rhythmic.
He spanked me—once, twice—just hard enough to make me clench are that dick I loved almost as much as I moved him.
“Who do you belong to?” he rasped.
I couldn’t speak.
He leaned down, lips at my ear, hand sliding under to stroke my clit. “Say it, Amaya.”
“You…You Amir. I—I love you,” I cried, voice trembling, thighs burning.
He froze for half a beat.
Then he fucked me harder.
His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me upright against his chest. His hand slipped around my throat—not tight, just there—holding me to him.
“I love you too, baby,” he growled. “Every smart-ass word. Every soft fucking moan. Especially the way you fall apart on this dick.”
I broke and came so hard I saw black.
My body locked, shaking in his arms as he slammed into me once, twice—then came deep, groaning into my shoulder, heat spilling into me in thick pulses.
We collapsed, tangled and slick, both of us gasping for air.
His hand cradled the back of my neck. His lips brushed mine.
“Say yes.”
My eyes fluttered open. “To what?”
His fingers threaded into my braids, his forehead resting on mine.
“Say yes to this. To us. To starting again. No more pretending. No more space between us.”
My chest tightened. My body still trembled.
But I knew my answer.
I whispered, raw and sure: “Yes.”