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AMELIA

Jared’s kiss was relentless, like he could consume me and still want more. I should have pushed him away, shoved him out the door and out of my life. I told myself it was to get closure, that I’d do this once, just to get it out of my system, and then end things. I knew it was never really going to go anywhere. It was just going to leave me with a broken heart.

But when he angled his head and deepened the kiss, my resolve slipped through my fingers like water.

I needed the distraction. I wanted to feel good and forget real life for just a little while. All my troubles would still be there when I came up for air. For now, I needed him.

He trailed kisses down my neck, his hands moving over my body, over clothes I’d put on in a hurry this morning when I just had to get to work. He pushed up my shirt, impatient with buttons and snaps and even zippers. Before I even realized what happened, my shirt was off and his mouth hovered over the swell of my breasts.

He reached for my bra clasp and quickly unhooked it. My breasts sprang free. Jared immediately attacked them with tongue and teeth, filling my body with fire.

“Fuck,” Jared muttered against my skin.

They would never suspect this, I thought. Everyone outside the door had probably invented their own theories as to why Jared stormed in here, but this wasn’t one of them. I kind of loved that. And hated it too. It was insane. I should not be doing this.

My jaw dropped as Jared backed off and swept a hand over the table behind him, knocking binders to the floor. He lifted me onto the cleared space, pushing my skirt up my thighs. His eyes were dark with need as he looked at me.

“You want this?” he asked. It was more of a demand than a question.

I nodded, breathless with anticipation and desire. I didn’t trust myself to speak.

He made a low noise that might have been satisfaction or impatience or both. Then he kissed me again, grabbing my hips to pull me forward to the edge of the table while his mouth claimed mine.

He leaned into me—one knee between my thighs—and bit down lightly on my bottom lip. I gasped, my mouth dropping open. He took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard like his whole life depended on it.

I was dizzy—heat throbbing through me so intensely that I couldn’t tell where my heartbeat stopped and his began. One by one, all those arguments for why we shouldn’t do this burned away until there was just us.

Jared’s hand slipped between my legs, brushing over lace panties now soaked through with need.

“More,” I gasped against his mouth as his fingers stroked me through the fabric.

He slowed his touch on purpose then, making it tantalizingly light and just enough to drive me crazy. I wanted more. Needed it. I needed him and this and all the distraction he gave me. My hips bucked against his hand with a mind of their own. There wasn’t a shy bone in my body as I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails in through his shirt.

“Damn, Amelia,” he said, his voice a low growl.

With one fast motion, he slid my panties down and off, tossing them aside without a care. Cool air hit my skin for half a second before his thumb pressed hard against my clit and sent a wave of heat crashing through me. My entire body arched, mouth open around an unrestrained moan. He knew exactly how to touch me.

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Yes.” That was all I could manage to get out as he dipped lower and then thrust two fingers inside me—filling me and stretching me until I had nothing left to hold onto but him. I could barely breathe. It was nothing but sensation, overwhelming and perfect.

“Is this what you want?”

I nodded too frantically for it to look anything but desperate, but I didn’t care. The friction of his fingers and thumb was pushing me impossibly close to the edge. And then he slowed down. I groaned, digging my fingers in and attacking his mouth with my own. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, tasting me as he watched my expression with dark delight.

“You’re needy today,” he said. “I get it. You need more.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees in front of me. I had no time to react. I didn’t get to tell him we shouldn’t. He just did it.

Jared buried his face between my thighs, his tongue hot and relentless against me. The sensation was excruciatingly good, a little overwhelming. I was lost in it, lost in him. I couldn’t believe we were doing this, not here, not now, but the idea of stopping seemed ludicrous.

He’d started with my clit, licking away the ache with slow precision that left me squirming and trying to find control that was just out of reach. He knew how to work up my anticipation, like he had all the time in the world to tease me to insanity before pushing me over the edge. I tried to stay quiet—someone could walk by at any time—but he was making it so damn hard.

It was wet and sloppy and exactly what I needed. His tongue moved lower. He slid it over me, a slow stroke that pushed me right up to the edge. I gasped again, reaching for anything to hold on to.