I’d known even before Amanda and I had begun to drive into the city that she probably lived somewhere pretty swanky. After all, she’d grown up with Liam, and his family was loaded, so I imagined that hers was wealthy, too. But I still wasn’t prepared for the tall, gleaming building where she’d directed me to stop, or the valet who’d hustled out to take my car for parking, or the uniformed man standing in the lobby who greeted her by name and wished us both a good evening.
When she’d opened the door to her apartment, I’d followed her into a large, airy living room with furniture that was simple but expensive-looking. The wall of windows at the far side drew me to them, and I’d stared out at the night below us until something much more interesting had distracted me.
After, when I’d carried her squealing and naked down the hall, I’d been ready for her bedroom to be huge and luxurious. I figured that a chick like her, born with the silver spoon in her mouth, would create the kind of dream room most women could only dream of having.
I wasn’t wrong ... exactly. But it didn’t look like I’d expected.
Between gasps of laughter and a few teasing swats at my ass, of which she was getting a close-up view as she hung head-first over my back, Amanda directed me to the right door. I opened it and made my way in slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the almost complete darkness, and then my foot caught on something and I tripped forward. I might’ve been okay, but having Amanda flung over my shoulder complicated my usual stellar balance, and I almost went down.
“Oh, my God!” She screeched in panic and clutched at me, her fingers digging into my hips. Somehow, I managed to grab onto something nearby—it felt like a dresser, maybe—and thus kept us from hitting the floor. My heart pounded as adrenaline raced through me, and I carefully eased Amanda to her feet.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” She gave a little laugh. “Sorry about that. Hold on, I’ll turn on the light so you can see where you’re going.”
I heard rather than saw her pad across the room, cursing under her breath a couple of times. When she reached the doorway, dim light illuminated my surroundings, and I could see everything clearly. My mouth dropped open.
Her room was a mess. I could see that it was probably furnished with the same care and quality that the rest of her apartment was, but it was hard to tell underneath the clothes, shoes, books and paper stacked or piled all over.
Amanda stood a few feet away from me, wringing her hands, an expression of embarrassment on her pretty face. The fact that she was naked except for those lace panties that I hadn’t bothered to take off yet made me want to forget what her bedroom looked like and find the bed so that we could make use of it, but she was talking, so I tried to pay attention. Still, it wasn’t easy to do when her boobs were right there, begging for my mouth, and I could see the round contours of her ass, making my hands itch to cup it.
“I’m sorry my room’s such a disaster.” She covered her face and then peeked at me through her fingers. “It’s my dirty secret ... literally. I manage to keep the rest of the apartment pretty organized, but my room ... well, it’s not really dirty. I mean, it’s dusted and vacuumed, mostly, but I just ... I’m not a slob. I’m just always in a hurry, and I plan to put things away, but there’s always something else that needs to be done.”
“Yeah, well ...” I glanced around, raking my fingers through my hair. “I grew up with two sisters, so I get it.” Of course, my mother would never in a million years have let either Ava or Antonia get away with keeping their rooms this way, but I wasn’t going to tell Amanda that. “And like you said, you’re busy.”
“I am.” She nodded vigorously, which set her tits to jiggling. My mouth began to water as my cock sat up to pay attention again. “In my defense, I didn’t plan to bring anyone home with me tonight. If I’d known you were going to come over, I’d have straightened up before I left for the party.”
“Hey.” In two steps, I was in front of her, gently forcing her hands down away from her face and wrapping my arms around her body. “I’m not judging you. Now, if I’d dropped you and we’d both fallen, it might be a different story, especially since I’m strutting around here with my dick in the open, all vulnerable and everything. That pair of shoes there—those heels look deadly. I wouldn’t have wanted to have landed on them. But I didn’t, so we’re five by five.”
“I’m sorry you almost fell.” She raised her face to me. “And I’m glad your dick didn’t get hurt. Especially before he even got to have any fun.”
“And he’s up for fun.” Reaching between us, I gave my erection a long, hard tug and nestled it between her legs. Amanda shivered. Her eyes dilated a little as she thrust her hips forward, giving us both a little thrill.
“The bed’s over here. The sheets are clean, believe it or not. I have a service that picks them up once a week and then drops them off washed and dried, and they just delivered laundered sheets this morning. I put them on the bed before I left for school, because I figured I’d be too tired to make it up when I got back tonight.”
The bed did have sheets on it, I saw, but the satin bedspread was tossed over the foot of it, not pulled up neatly as it should’ve been. “So ... you put on the sheets but didn’t actually finish making the bed?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course, I didn’t. I mean, I was just going to get right into it when I got home, so why would I go to all that trouble, just to undo it a few hours later?”
“I don’t know ... because it’s a nice feeling to come home and see your bed all neat and made up? Because it’s what people do?” I heard myself and realized I was getting us off course. I wasn’t here to give this woman lessons in housekeeping. I was here to fuck her senseless. “But hey, your way works, too. It saves us some time, right?” I scooped her into my arms and stalked to the bed, being careful this time not to trip.
“Are you sure you still want to ... you know, stay? I mean, I didn’t repel you by being a slob?” She looked up at me through those long, dark lashes.
“Baby, it would take more than a cluttered room to make me want to leave you right now.” I lay her down on the mattress so that her head rested on one of the pillows. “And you’re not a slob. Like you said, neatness just isn’t a priority for you. That’s cool.” And it was, because I wasn’t looking to move in with her. We weren’t talking marriage. We were here together for one night only, and that meant I didn’t have to sweat stuff like housekeeping or priorities.
“Good, because I think I’m getting my second wind.” She scooted over and patted the bed next to her. “Lay down. I’ll do everything in my power to make you forget all the crap piled around us.”
I smirked. “That’s maybe not the most romantic line ever, but hey, it works for me.” I sat down on the edge of the bed and then eased my body down, grunting a little. “These sheets are incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this soft.”
“Yeah, my mom buys them for me. She’s picky about that kind of thing, so she makes sure I have good linen, as she says.” Amanda sat up on her knees next to me, her eyes drinking me in as though I was a buffet of pleasure set out for her enjoyment. And maybe that’s just what I was.
“I like your linen. It feels good against my skin.” I couldn’t help myself from raising my hand to tease her nipple, thrilling at the way her eyes shut and her head fell back. “But not as good as you feel against me.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that right now.” She skimmed one hand over my chest, and this time, it was me who shivered. “You are so incredibly built, Vincent. I’d think someone in your line of work would ... well, you know. Pastry chef. The food you make isn’t exactly low in calories. But you look like you don’t have an inch of fat on you.”
“I don’t eat the stuff I make.” I moved my hand to her other tit and rolled the nipple between my fingers. “I taste, sure, but I never eat the whole thing. And I work out.”
“It shows.” The note of utter appreciation and approval in her voice made all those late nights at the gym worth it. “I want to trace every line of you with my tongue.”
