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I take the book from her hand and set it down. “I already know you’re smart, Amalia Plum. After all, you’re here with me in my apartment, right?”
I wait for her to decide whether I’m serious or not and when she does, she play-smacks my arm.
“So. Conceited.”
I pull her arms up around my neck and I drape my own around her waist. We sway to the music, and while I’ve kissed her and even seen her naked, there’s something so much more intimate about this moment where we’re silent, pressing against each other.
I rarely have women to my place, instead preferring to keep my one-nighters out of the house so I can get up and leave when the deed is done. I never spend the night, ask for phone numbers, or make any promises for a second encounter. Hell, sometimes I don’t even know their first names.
I’m not proud of that. It is what it is. My reality. My life.
But something feels good about having Amalia over. It’s comforting. And nice.
Our lips join again and the room around us blurs. I’m so fucking hard I don’t even bother trying to hide it, and the way Amalia presses up against me, she doesn’t mind either. I’m glad. I want her to know how much she turns me on.
I take her by the hand and lead her to my bedroom where I back her up to my bed.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathe into her.
“Thank you,” she whispers back.
“And you’re fucking hot.”
I lift her ass and move with her to the top of my bed, pulling a pillow under her head. With her legs open, I press my cock intoher center through all our layers of clothes and am grateful we’re not skin-on-skin because I wouldn’t last more than a minute.
She moans quietly when I hit her hot spot, so I pull back for a moment, then grind into her again. She responds by closing her eyes and arching her neck.
Holy fuck.
“Henry,” she whispers, “I want more. Please.”
I pull back and stare at her, supported by one arm. Her red lipstick is smeared below her lip and her hair is mussed from my manhandling.
And she’s so fucking cute I can’t stand it.
I kick off my shoes while pulling my shirt over my head, then remove her boots and slide her tights off, revealing her bare pussy. With her skirt pushed up around her waist, I raise her top over her tits, and pull them out of her bra so I can taste them before I do anything else.
I’d always thought she was pretty, even beautiful, but she stomped around the office at Empire with so much attitude, I’d avoided looking her way, much less ever speaking with her. But she’s handled Levi and us guys so well I can’t help but respect the hell out of her.
And then there’s her bare pussy and perfect tits, round and full, filling my hands.
She places her hands on either side of my face and pulls me in until we’re kissing again. My free hand wanders to her thigh, and then directly to her pussy, where I revel in the juiciness of her, spreading her excitement through her lips, and up to her hard clit.
I make small circles around her nub and she arches into me.
“Oh God, Henry,” she murmurs.
I stare down at her, struggling with my self-control. I want to do so many things to her that I’m spoiled for choice.
“Goddammit, woman,” I murmur.
I slide a finger inside her, just to the first knuckle, and she tightens around me. Because I need to taste her, I abandon our kiss and position myself between her legs, which I push up to her shoulders, and drag my tongue the length of her slit from one end to the other. Long, slow strokes.
She tastes like goddamn heaven.
I’ve wanted to do this since I watched her from the bar that first night we had dinner, when she blew me off. I knew I’d see her again, though. Don’t know how. I just did.
When I reach her clit, I spread her pussy open with my fingers. She starts to slap her hands on the bed below us, and I’m glad to know she wants this as much as I do. I stop for a moment, returning my hands to her thighs, hips, and ass, taking a good long look at her glistening pussy, spread open and begging for attention.
