Page 31 of Risking Immortality

Wonderful.

“I’m nearly done Erin, just a second,” I call. Lucille quickly administers the serum and makes herself scarce. Pulling on underwear, I hurry to the living room.

“I’m so sorry, I should have waited for you to answer, it’s just there’s a problem with an order and I didn’t know how you wanted me to handle it, so I thought I should just ask you, and I knew you were home. That was a bad idea, wasn’t it? Are you okay? What was Lucille injecting you with? Is it your ulcer?”

I watch her take a gigantic breath in. That was one hell of a ramble. “Are you okay?” I laugh. “That was some speech off of one breath.”

“Yeah, fine,” she puffs.

“Right. I’m good, thank you. The doctor has given me a new treatment for the ulcer. Unfortunately, it means I need an injection in the ass. As you saw,” I smirk.

Erin grins and blushes. “Yeah, I saw.”

“It also means that I have to see Lucille more often.”

“I could do it,” she blurts. Even I’m taken aback by the offer. “I mean, if I’m here. No need for Lucille to stop by.” Lucille moved out of the penthouse several days ago. Her presence is no longer required. Even my mother agreed.

“Well, who am I to pass up an offer like that?” I laugh. “I’ll need another jab in a few hours.”

“Consider it done.” This is a weird situation I find myself in, but I’ll take it. What could it hurt, having Erin check out my ass several times a day?

“So, this order?”

“Right, the invoice is way over. I can’t find the fault.”

“Let me get dressed and I’ll be down to look.”

There’s that lingering again. But now, I’m wondering if it’s okay for me to kiss her. I take a chance. Slinking my hand around her shoulders, I pull her in. Our lips meet again and it’s just as good as the first time. The only trouble is I have to actively stop my body from trying to take it further. God, I want her. I want to run my hands over her skin, nip her neck, and suck—

“Amelia,” she breathes. A pulse of longing wraps itself around my throat, causing me to make a weird little groan. By some miracle, I’m able to pull myself away.

“Sorry,” I pant. Erin is on the clock. I have to show some modicum of professionalism.

“No… um, it’s fine,” she stutters. We are both breathing heavily. Her eyes are black pools. She wants me and I want her, but I know she still has mixed feelings about us. The fact she’s still dating Mack is enough proof. I don’t want to sleep with her until I know she only wants me. When we bond, I need her to give me all of herself.

Taking a step back, I point to the bathroom. “I’ll be down soon.” It’s not going to be that soon because I’m going to have to take care of myself again.

Forty-five minutes later, I finally emerge from the shower. The number of times I had to make myself come before feeling any relief should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. Erin does something to me. She invades my mind and elicits feelings so strong that one climax is nowhere near enough to quench the thirst.

Kit is on bar duty today. It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. I make a note to have a drink with her later. “Hey, everything okay back there?” I ask.

“All good, boss,” she calls from below the bar. “Need some more limes, though.”

“I’ll make sure they are delivered. Have you seen Erin?”

“Yeah, she’s in the back. Um, Mack’s with her.”

“I’ll give them a second, then.”

“Drink?” Kit asks, already pouring me a Dirty Martini.

“As if you need to ask.”

Kit shrugs her shoulders. “It’s polite to ask.”

I laugh. “How are you Kitty Kat? It’s been a second since we had a catch up.”

“I’m good, Amelia. The club keeps me busy.” I sense an undertone of sadness.

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