Page 57 of Promise Me Forever

I rummage through the drawer, pushing aside neatly folded sweaters until my fingers close around the small box. When I turn back to Amelia, the sight of her nearly brings me to my knees.

She’s lying back on the bed, her dark hair fanned out around her on the pillow. Her pajama top is pushed up, exposing a strip of creamy skin above the waistband of her shorts. Her lips are swollen from our kisses and her eyes rake over my body. I toss the box of condoms onto the nightstand and prowl toward her, a predator stalking its prey.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I growl, reaching for the hem of her pajama top.

She lifts her arms and allows me to pull the offending item over her head. Her breasts spill free, nipples pebbled and demanding my attention. I waste no time lowering my mouth to one peaked bud while palming the other, squeezing hard until she moans.

She arches into my touch, another breathy moan escaping her lips. “Drake, please…”

I release her nipple with a wet pop and look up at her flushed face. The sound of her begging has me desperate to give her what she needs. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she tugs me close enough to kiss me again. “I want you,” she breathes against my lips. “All of you. Right now.”

I groan, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. “Fuck, Amelia. Do you have any fucking clue what you do to me?”

My hands slide down her sides, coasting over her ribs before hooking into the waistband of her pajama shorts. I pull them down along with her panties, leaving her gloriously naked underneath me. Allowing myself time to appreciate the moment, I drink in the sight of her, all creamy skin and supple curves.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, trailing my fingers up the inside of her thigh.

She shivers beneath my touch, her legs spreading wider in invitation. “Drake, please. I need you. I’ve waited so long.”

Oh, her need is fucking exquisite, and I decide I’m going to make her wait a little while longer. I’m going to enjoy teasing my little vixen so damn much. I dip my head and press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Patience, baby. I want to savor every goddamn inch of you.”

She whimpers as I trail kisses over her flesh, the heady scent of her arousal already scrambling my senses. I deliberately avoid allowing my mouth where she wants me most, knowing it will be even sweeter for the wait. I brush my nose over her pussy instead and inhale deeply, as intoxicated by her scent as I am by every other thing about her. Where the hell has this woman been my entire life?

“Drake,” she moans, fingers tangling impatiently in my hair. I chuckle, and even the touch of my warm breath on her skin makes her gasp. When I finally drag my tongue through her wet center, she cries out, her hips bucking against my face.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember, mi rosa,” I groan, sucking her clit into my mouth. “So much better than having to taste you on my fingers.”

A shudder runs through her, and her grip tightens in my hair. I reward her with my tongue, alternating between broad strokes and teasing flicks, driving her wild. Her taste floods my mouth, sweet and addictive and so incredibly delicious that I could do this every day for all eternity and never get bored. Her breathinggrows increasingly rapid, and I can tell she’s close. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the spot that makes her see stars. Her walls clench around me as I gently work my fingers in and out of her, my mouth never leaving her pulsing clit.

“Drake, I’m so close,” she gasps, her thighs trembling against my ears. “Oh god, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

I have no intention of ever stopping. I am going to spend the rest of my goddamn days with my head buried between this woman’s legs. I double down on my efforts, pulling her clit into my mouth and lashing it with my tongue while I sink my fingers deeper inside her. Her back arches off the bed as she unravels, a cry of ecstasy coming from somewhere deep inside her and tearing out of her throat. “That’s my good girl,” I say, my lips still pressed against her skin as I work her through her climax, gently coaxing every last tremor from her beautiful body.

Her fingers fall from my hair. “Come here now.” She sounds utterly sated and completely perfect.

I growl, unused to being told what to do, but for her, I can make an exception. For her, I can do anything at all. I crawl up her body, trailing my tongue and teeth over her skin until I reach her lips, and I capture them in a bruising kiss that lets her taste herself on me. She moans into my mouth, her hands frantically working at my belt buckle.

“Already greedy for more, baby?”

“You’re wearing too many clothes as well,” she mumbles against my lips.

Laughing, I pull back to shrug off my jacket and unbutton my shirt. Amelia’s hands join mine, her fingers trembling slightlyas she helps me undress. When I’m finally naked, she lightly scrapes her fingernails down my chest and across my abs.

“You’re so perfect. Are you even real, or were you made in a lab?”

I capture her wandering hands and pin them above her head. “Not even close to perfect, baby. But I am very real.”

Leaning down, I drop kisses along her jaw and down her throat and nip gently at her collarbone. She arches into me, her breasts pressing against my chest.

“Drake, please,” she whispers. “I need you inside me.”

I reach for a condom from the nightstand and tear one open with my teeth before handing it to her. She bites her bottom lip as she takes it from me, eyelashes fluttering and her cheeks flushed bright pink. “Don’t pretend to be coy. We both know you’re a wicked temptress, Amelia Ryder.” I wink at her, and she laughs. When she rolls the condom down my length, her expression is one of intense concentration and her hands shake. There’s something about her uncertainty, her lack of experience with other men, that makes me burn with the possessive need to ensure that she will never do this with anyone else ever again. That, along with the sensation of her hand on my cock, nearly undoes me.

After positioning myself at her entrance, I make myself pause and search her eyes for any hint of hesitation. Because there’s truly no going back after this. We’re doing this in full knowledge of the fact that I’m her boss and she’s my employee. We can’t pretend we don’t understand the power dynamic that’s at play here. I find myself uttering the words “Are you sure about this?”

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Drake.”

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