Chapter 26 CHAPTER 026
Linc Dmitri POV:
"Come in." I call out, irritated at the knocking. Charlotte keeps interrupting me this morning, I know she is just doing her job, but I am extra irritable today. After the message I got from that French artist Kathryn was messing around two days ago, I have been a stressed mess.
Amelia walks in, and I do a double take. There is something immediately different about her. Her makeup is bolder. Her pale blue eyes are highlighted beautifully, and her golden hair is done up with loose curls framing her face.
My eyes take in her wanton body in the tight corporate dress, hugging her curves firmly, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. Every feeling of irritation slips out of me to be replaced instantly with desire. It is too easy with her. I always want her.
"Amelia." I want to ask why she is here, but I hold my tongue at the look of determination on her face. I believe she is supposed to be mad at me, and whilst I don't like it, I respect it enough to not just grab onto her till I make her change her mind.
Besides, I have been too busy with that damn Arthur Beau character. I have eyes in Paris tracking him, but nothing definite has come out of that yet. The more time passes, the more agitated I feel. That secret is not his to spill. I made a promise to Kathryn. I have to protect Amelia no matter what.
"Well, hi stepfather." Amelia walks up to my desk, I am seated, so I am looking up at her. God, she is stunning. I miss her. I miss her so fucking much. I feel the familiar rush in my veins that only Amelia elicits in me when I hold her eyes like this.
"What...what are you doing?" I stutter as she grabs my chair and pushes it back on its wheels. What the fuck is going on? My mind is still scrambled from the stress of the past few days dealing with that Arthur business and work.
"Testing out a theory." Amelia whispers, her voice low and breathy in my face as she leans in.
Fuck.
"Amelia..." I warn as she goes on her knees in front of me. All my thoughts turn to filth immediately when she looks up at me from under her lashes. Her face is a picture of false innocence and I can't reconcile this Amelia with the kid I think I know.
She touches my crotch and my cock roars awake immediately. Oh, fuck me. Is she about to do what I think she is about to do?
Amelia pulls down the zip of my pants with nimble fingers and I take in a shuddering breath. My pulse jumps and I feel like I might actually die from an heart attack with how hard my heart is beating in my chest like a wild animal.
How badly have I wanted this? To watch her take me in her mouth. I have had dirty fantasies about this. And here she is on her knees in front of me like out of a fucking dream. I wonder what changed her mind.
"Amelia, you don't have to." I grab her shoulders to pull her up but she shakes me off.
"I want to." She says, reaching for my briefs. I am already hard, it is taking me all my willpower to just breath properly.
"But why?" My voice comes out tortured as her fingers graze my bare skin underneath the briefs.
She wraps her fingers around me firmly and I grit my teeth so I don't scream out loud like an overexcited kid.
"Stop asking so many questions. That is unlike you." She smirks up at me, running her hand up and down my hard length appraisingly. I lose my fucking mind.
"You like that? I heard you have been extra stressed and grumpy lately and I thought I could do something about it." Amelia strokes me, cupping her warm slender fingers around my shaft and I throw my head back as pleasure courses through my bloodstream.
"How'd you know about that?" I breathe into the sensation.
Fucking Charlotte. She is the only one I've had direct contact with since that message came in so she must know about my mood and made it her job to share that info to the whole firm.
Amelia takes me into her mouth and a loud tortured groan escapes me as I feel her tongue wrap around my hard cock. I put out my hand to grab her hair but I pull back, fisting my hands instead to keep from doing that to her.
Amelia looks up at me with innocent doe like eyes and I almost lose my shit. My hips buck when she starts swirling circles on my sensitive tip, I lose control.
Grabbing onto her ponytail tightly with barely any self control, Amelia sucks me off enthusiastically and I have to pull all my willpower so I don't explode.
Her mouth is so hot. So wet. And her tongue, God, fuck, what she is doing with that warm lithe organ. Her fingers travel farther down, massaging my balls and I see stars. Sounds foreign to my ears starts coming out of me. I would have been embarrassed if that was possible in this moment.
"Fuck. Fuck. Amelia. Fuck!" I growl when she takes me in deep, I hit the back of her throat and she makes a gagging sound, looking up at me with teary eyes and I lose it. I fucking lose my shit.
My hips jerk violently as I shoot my load down her throat, I am moaning loudly, deep guttural shaky breaths as my fist in her hair tightens and my knuckles go white. Amelia doesn't move away, she sucks out the last of my cum from me and I lay back on my chair, feeling disarmed in the most vulnerable way possible.
"You." I say, feeling my limbs go tingly from the highs of my orgasm. All hints of stress washed out. I feel light. And hungry. For her.
"Yes, me." Amelia snakes up, straddling me on my chair and she brings her lips to mine. Our mouths collide with a hunger that shocks us both.