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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Jack slid his sunglassesinto the front of his Tom Ford polo as he walked out of the elevator onto the top floor of the Dufort Hotel in Waikiki.
In just a few more steps, he’d be standing outside Amelia’s hotel room and be giving what felt like the most important speech of his life.
She would’ve heard by now that Cindy had confessed the baby was not his and that POTUS was taking no action for his indiscretions.
Thankfully.
However the conversation they were about to have was nothing to do with any of that. In essence. It was about him keeping all of this from her. About breaking her trust.
Jack understood why Amelia was mad and hurt. He hated that she’d suffered so much over the past few weeks, but he planned to make it up to her for the rest of their lives. If she would let him.
Would she?
That was the question he’d been asking himself while flying across the country, across the ocean, and for all the hours that followed while he traveled from Washington to Hawaii.
Amelia had agreed to see him. That was a good start. Now, it felt like his fate was in the hands of the gods.
He glanced down at his Louis Vuitton watch and saw it was just a few minutes after ten. He didn’t want to appear too eager.
Who was he kidding?
Jack lifted his hand and knocked.
His heart pounded as the door opened. Then, before his eyes, there she was. Stunning in a beautiful yellow sundress with her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders and her soft blue eyes filled with emotion.
It felt like his chest was going to crack open as he closed the distance, pulling her into his arms as she let out an anguished cry.
“Amelia, baby. Fuck.” He groaned into her hair.
“Jack.”
The door clicked shut behind him and they stood there for a long moment, holding each other. His eyes were closed, taking in the warmth of her body and her familiar scent.
When he loosened his grip on her, Amelia lifted her head and his mouth dropped to hers. His first taste of her in weeks. Champagne and caviar.
Their kiss was soft at first. Then a need so hot overcame them, and they deepened it, their hands clawing at their clothes. Jack knew he should stop them, but he wasn’t fucking going to.
He needed this.
They needed this.
They needed to feel the familiarity and intimacy of their bodies, their connection, and become one again.
“Jack, I...please.” Amelia’s eyes pleaded at him.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he said and scooped her up, looking around for the doorway to her bedroom.
When he found it, he was across the hotel room in seconds, then lying her on the mattress. Jack planted his mouth back over hers as he kneeled between her legs.
“Touch me,” Amelia begged, arching her back.
“Oh, I’m going to.” Jack lifted her dress out of the way and tugged down her panties, placing kisses on every inch of her skin. “Jesus, I need to fuck you.”
