Chapter 27
Hate me again, sunshine
Alex
Istep out of the bathroom and immediately bump into someone in the hallway.
“Shit, sorry.” I reach out to steady them when the scent of citrus lotion hits me.
“Amelia,” I murmur, my tone full of desperation as I grasp her arms.
“No one calls me that here,” she says quietly.
“I’ve noticed. So why change it for work?”
“Because Amelia sounded more professional and…” She sucks in a breath and her pretty blue eyes meet mine.
“And?”
“And I liked the way you said it,” she whispers.
I lean closer. “Amelia.”
Her chin raises slightly. “I’m mad at you.”
“You should be.”
“I want to yell at you.”
“So yell at me.” I lean closer still.
She doesn’t pull away, but her eyes narrow. “I can’t yell at you here,” she hisses.
Voices drift up the stairs as if to prove her point. I drag her into the bathroom and lock the door. “Better?”
“Not by much. That door isn’t soundproof, you know.” She stomps across the small room, then turns and glares at me. “I am so mad at you!” Her voice is low but firm.
“I know.”
“Furious.”
Advancing toward her slowly, I nod. “I know. I hurt you, which is the last thing I ever wanted to do. Let me make it up to you. Let me beg for forgiveness.” I take the final step so we’re only inches apart.
Gasping, she arches her back and looks up at me.
Her hands land on my chest, and the air in my lungs catches as I wait for her to push me away.
But she doesn’t.
“I hate being mad at you. I hate that you made me hate you.”
“You don’t hate me, Amelia.”
“Yes, I do,” she insists, not sounding convincing in the least.
“No, you don’t. If you did, you’d bring me coconut almond lattes or some shit instead of my regular drink.”
She raises her chin. “Maybe I spit in it every day,” she sasses.
My cock twitches. I’m not sure if it’s from her words or her attitude. Probably both, if I’m being honest with myself.
“Oh, sunshine, that’s not a threat to a man positively obsessed with you.”
Her eyes darken and her breath quivers.
Leaning in, I press my lips against her collarbone. She tilts her head, giving me better access to her neck. I run my nose up and gently kiss her jaw. She whimpers softly.
“You don’t hate me,” I repeat as I toy with the waistband of her shorts. “Let me prove it to you.”
She takes a ragged breath. “Alex.”
“Are you wet for me, Amelia?”
Her lips part and an almost silent sigh escapes.
I slide my hand into her shorts and panties. My finger slips between her slick folds and I bite back a growl. “Soaked. Fuck. So fucking wet.” Dragging my finger through her wetness, I circle her clit before pressing against it.
She drops her head back against the wall with a low moan. With my free hand, I grip the back of her thigh and pull it up, opening her to me. Ignoring my aching cock, I tease and flick her clit. Her hips buck and she whimpers again, louder this time.
As much as I want to savor this moment, it won’t be long before someone comes looking for one of us.
She rocks against my hand, and I pinch her clit lightly.
Her hands grip my biceps, her fingertips digging into my flesh with a delicious, delicate pain.
Beautiful sounds of pleasure fall from her lips as her orgasm builds.
“You have to be quiet, Amelia.”
“I can’t.” Her eyes are wild, and her hips buck again. “Fuck, Alex, I’m gonna—” I slam my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp and moan as she comes.
I almost make a fucking mess in my pants.
She pulls back slightly, breaking the contact between our lips. Her brow furrows. “I’m still mad at you,” she whispers.
Chuckling, I pull my hand out of her shorts. “I didn’t think one orgasm would change that, sunshine.” I bring my fingertips, glistening with her arousal, to my lips, but her fingers wrap around my wrist.
“You haven’t earned that, Alex,” she says. She pulls my hand toward her, sucking my fingertips into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around them, and I lose my fight against my dick.
“Shit!” I grit my teeth and Amelia’s hand covers my mouth, muffling my roar. When I can think again, I nip at her palm and she pulls it away. “You could have used your mouth, you know. Let me at least have a taste of you.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “You don’t deserve to taste me yet.”
The ‘yet’ gives me hope.
“Now let go of my leg and give me your underwear.”
It takes my brain a few seconds to process her demands. I gently remove my hand from her thigh. “My underwear?”
“Did you want to keep wearing them? I figure they’re a little…sticky.”
“Jesus. No, I don’t want to keep wearing them, but I don’t have a backup pair with me.”
“So go commando for the night.” When I stare at her blankly for too long, she shrugs a shoulder. “Or keep them on. Your choice.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, toeing my shoes off and dropping my jeans to the floor. “Made me come in my fucking pants like a goddamned teenager.”
I peel my boxer briefs down carefully and pinch the waistband to pick them up. “Now what?”
“You’re holding them like they’re gonna bite.”
Amelia smirks at me and I scowl.
“I’m trying not to get cum on anything. And I see you looking at my dick, Amelia.”
Her eyes flick back to mine. “It looked at me first.” She grabs a towel off the rack, wraps my underwear up in it, and steps around me as I pull my jeans back up. “I haven’t forgiven you, by the way.”
“But you don’t hate me.”
She turns and glares at me, but doesn’t deny my claim. Then she opens the door and checks to see if the hallway is clear before slipping out of the bathroom.
Maybe I have a chance of fixing this after all.