Page 62 of Aydin

“You’re amazing,” she said in awe.

I sucked in a breath when she bent down and held her breasts up to my lip.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I moaned and appraised her body all night long.

“Never take your hands off me.” Amelia kissed my forehead and drew me in close.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Remembering our night together, I smiled. I flipped the covers off me and headed to the bathroom. I found my pants, headed to the kitchen, and found Amelia at the stove, dancing to music as she flipped pancakes. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back to my chest to kiss the left side of her neck.

“Morning.”

“Morning, baby.”

“Are you hungry?” She angled her head to look up at me, and I pecked her on the lips.

“Not for food.” I slid a hand under her shirt and noticed she didn’t wear panties. I moved my hand up and grasped her left breast.

“Last night was amazing,” she moaned, dropping the pancake on the plate. I sucked on her neck, slid down her stomach and slowly slid a finger in her pussy.

“Shit!” she gasped, slamming her hand on the counter.

“Come back to bed,” I demanded.

“Aydin…” she purred, and her cries of pleasure motivated me to turn her around and pick her up on top of the counter.

“I woke up alone.”

“You were finally sleeping without watching me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you stay up sometimes to watch me sleep.”

I stepped between her legs.

“We need to get to the office.”

I peppered kisses across her shoulder.

“Work can wait.”

“Nope.” Amelia nudged me back and jumped off the counter.

Amelia grabbed the plate of pancakes, sausage, and fruit and handed me the bread to sit down and eat breakfast together. Two hours later, we arrived at the office and parked.

“Are we having lunch together?”

“I have a meeting with the bank,” she said.

She walked ahead of me in the door, and I reached for her hand.

“Nicco and Reggie will drive you.”

“Hey, are you cool with this?”

“Am I happy about you working somewhere else, no. But I’m proud of you.”

I walked her to her office. She opened the door, and a bouquet of flowers sat on the desk.

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