Chapter 8 CHAPTER 008
I slide my hands down her body, cupping her ass. They are shaped perfectly and so soft even as I grab them through her dress. She arches deeper into me. There's no space between us, yet her legs part for me as my hand finds their way to her core, the damn panties a barrier to touching her wet eager flesh.
I rip my mouth away from her lips to kiss down her exquisite neck, I bite on the sensitive spot where her neck curves into her shoulders, she cries out, her leg tightens around my waist.
Her dress has already ridden up her thighs, so my fingers find her underwear in the darkness easily, and I press my thumb to her spot. She is soaking wet, eager and ready for me and raw hunger ripples through me at the realization.
"Linc. Linc. Stop." Amelia cries out, and I freeze immediately, feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest.
"I... I am sorry, I... I can't do this. We can't... can't... do this. I c-can't... please." Amelia slips out of my hold. I let her go because if I don't, I can't promise what I would do. I am barely keeping myself in check. I have already gone too far.
I watch her race up the stairs, my cock painfully hard and straining against my pants. I hear her slam her door shut, and the sound reverberates in my head.
Fuck.
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Amelia's POV:
As the car makes its way into the designated parking spot in the extensive underground parking lot of Titan's Construct, my pulse gallops when I see Linc's midnight black Tesla pulling in at the same time too.
Shit.
It has been a week since that treacherous night between us, and we have managed to avoid each other. He was right. It is a huge house. If I wanted to not run into him, I can manage it.
Though it has been very nerve-racking, listening for him around the house before I can move around. I don't mind. So long as I don't have to look in his dark eyes and be reminded of how he kissed me that night.
How his huge hand roamed my body, eventually settling at my core, and the jolt of electricity that rippled through my brain, pulling me equally to mindless pleasure and common sense. We went too far. Too soon. It scared me. I didn't care how childish I looked, running up to my room that night.
We go to work separately. I don't eat breakfast; he does. So I slip out when he is occupied with that. I know he knows, but I appreciate that he hasn't stopped me yet. I come back earlier than he does, and I either fix my dinner myself or the chef has something prepared. I am locked in my room by the time he gets back. It works. But for how long?
He gets out of the car before I can escape into the elevator. I feel his dark eyes on the back of my neck as he stalks up to me in the dark parking lot. I push for the elevator; it doesn't arrive as soon as I want as he comes to stand beside me.
His scent hits me full on. I missed smelling his distinct blend of mint, coffee, and something else that screams billionaire about him. I risk a glance sideways at him, and his eyes are already watching me full on with an amused curve of his lips.
Those smooth full lips that ravaged my mouth a week ago. My scalp tingles at the memory. I whip my head forward, hating how easily I blush when I feel his eyes on me.
The elevator arrives, and he steps in. I debate not joining him and waiting for the next one, but I shrug it off. I don't want to seem childish. I pull my chin and step in, making sure to stand far away from him as the elevator whirs up.
The silence between us goes stale and awkward immediately.
"Good morning." I say with a shrug. We live in the same house after all, and whether I like it or not, we are not strangers. Offhandedly, I wonder how he has been living alone for the past three years.
I quickly tuck away that thought before I start feeling warmth towards him. My sustained anger at him forcing me to come back to New York and stay with him has been my fuel. It doesn't matter that the anger slips out of me once he gets his hands on me.
"Ha. Are we talking again, Ames darling?" He says, his dark eyes glinting at me. How can he be so cool and collected after that night? I feel like I am unraveling since he kissed me. And he looks barely affected. I feel stupid.
"No." I snap and look away as the elevator rides higher and higher. Linc just chuckles, and the sound makes my stomach flutter.
I chose to intern with the engineering department's team, and their floor is directly beneath Linc's, which is the topmost floor of this fifty-story monolith of a building. I am not blind to the immense privilege of being able to intern here at Titan's Construct when my classmates are still begging firms around the country to take them, or having to settle with lesser renowned firms.
My best friend, Ashley, has asked me thrice now to help her talk to Linc and secure a spot for her too. I have not being able to do that because I have been too busy hiding from him and his lethal charm.
"We will have dinner together tonight and talk. Enough with the hiding and sneaking around." Linc says, pining me with his dark eyes, the gold flecks in them sparking dangerous promises at me in the confined space of the elevator as it comes to a halt on my floor.
I swallow. Heat rushes to my cheeks.