Page 3 of Love's Unexpected Surprise

But something about Amelia makes me want to change that.

I close my eyes and press my hands against the cold tile wall of the shower while I think about what's in store tonight. It's not long before I'm swept away in a fantasy with her again.

I imagine picking her up at her house and taking her to the party, sneaking away from the rest of the group to get to know her better. In no time, my arms are wrapped around her, and she's straddling my lap in a short dress while my hands run up her thighs. She grinds herself against me, teasing her clit on my hard cock. She moans in my ear, and it sends a shock wave of desire through my body. I can see the image of her dropping to her knees beside me, unbuttoning my belt and freeing my cock as if it were a memory instead of fantasy.

I wrap my hand around my cock and start pumping back and forth, thinking of her. Imagining how good her lips will feel sucking in the tip, her tongue swirling around the top to taste every drop of my come.

“Amelia,” I moan in the shower, inhaling sharply as I turn my wrist slightly to tease myself. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

As my fantasy is wrapping up with my entire cock shoved down her throat while she swallows my come, my body trembles, and I finish in the shower.

I wouldn't normally jack off before a date, but I feel like I have to with Amelia. Just the thought of her is enough to give me a semi, and I don't know how I'll make it through the night.

After the shower, I get dressed in a navy blue suit with a tie to match. I look myself over in the mirror, making sure every hair is in its perfect place. She was taken with my looks when we first met—that was clear—but that doesn't mean I can slack off now. Not when I want this evening to go well.

The two of us exchanged a few text messages here and there over the past few days, one of which was her address. I type that into the GPS on my car and start driving to her apartment. When I arrive, I walk to the door and knock a few times, waiting with my hands casually in my pockets for her to open the door.

Amelia opens the door, and my jaw practically drops. Her chocolate-brown hair is loose in waves around her shoulders, landing on the middle of her back. She wears light makeup, the pale pink tones complementing her ivory skin perfectly. Her tiny black dress might as well be a second skin, showing off her every curve. It’s taking everything in me to hold back and keep my hands off her right now.

“Right on time.” Amelia laughs, stepping out and closing the door behind her. “You look nice.”

“And you look stunning,” I reply, looking at her a moment longer to drink in this revealing yet jaw-dropping outfit.

I hold my arm out for her to take as I lead her to the car, opening the passenger door like a gentleman should. She smiles at me as she takes a seat and buckles the seat belt. I close the door when she's all settled and walk back to my side, thinking about how hard it will be to keep my hands off her. I’ll have a hard-on all night long because she's wearing that.

I punch the address for the party into my GPS when I sit down, and we start driving.

“I have a favor to ask, and I know this might make me sound a little bit crazy, so I apologize in advance.” Amelia stares at me with her eyebrows raised nervously, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes.

“I'm intrigued,” I say, looking between her and the road. It's hard enough to keep my eyes off her that I worry I might crash the car.

“You already know my mom keeps trying to set me up with someone from her work. I was thinking about it more today, and I feel like having a boyfriend would encourage her to stop doing that.” I look at her briefly and see the pink on her cheeks turning beet red, and I can't help but smile. She's nervous, and I find it charming. “Obviously, this is the first time we're going out. I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, but maybe tonight we can pretend? It won't be for long, and it would really help me.”

“Trust me, pretending to be your boyfriend won't be difficult. I'm happy to help,” I say, looking at her as we stop at a red light, staring at the relieved smile on her face.

We make small talk during the short ride, mostly her just telling me about her job and some of the characters who come into the shop. It's surprising how excited she is to tell these stories. Most people who work in customer service would only want to complain, but she seems to enjoy it in a way I find interesting.

“Oh! If you're going to be my boyfriend, you need to know I'm going to school too. It's only part-time right now for business management, but that seems relevant.”

“Business management. Understood. What do you plan to do after you graduate?” I ask, parking the car along the side of the road when we reach the destination. Both of us unbuckle ourseat belts, but neither of us is in a hurry to leave the car and join the party.

“I'd love to open my own café. I do really enjoy working at Peabody's, but I want my own place. A place I could make my own,” she says with a wistful smile as she locks her eyes on mine.

As I watch her, I have to fight the urge to lean over and kiss her right now. She promised me a kiss at the end of the night, and I know she'll make good on her word, but I would give anything to just taste her.

I step out of the car first and quickly walk around to open the door for her before she does. I hold out a hand, and she takes it, smiling at me. We walk arm in arm to the door. A sign plastered on the front tells us to walk right in without knocking, so we do.

As soon as the door is closed, Amelia's sister, I presume, rushes over to us and wraps her arms around Amelia. The woman is squealing in a floor-length red velvet dress with her hair tied back in a bun.

“I was worried you weren't going to come this year,” she says, only briefly looking up from Amelia to acknowledge me. “Mom introduced me to Greg, and I would’ve run for the hills if I were you.”

I’d like to meet this Greg man for myself. Something about how he’s been described doesn’t sit right with me.

“I know how important this party is to you. I would never miss it. I brought a date,” Amelia says as she pulls away from her sister, and I wrap an arm around her shoulders to bring her close. “Sarah, this is Alexei, my boyfriend.”

Sarah's mouth hangs open when the word boyfriend is said. I smile and nod, dropping my hand to Amelia's waist. “It's very nice to meet you. Thank you for having me here tonight.”

“Boyfriend?” Sarah asks, looking between Amelia and me several times. Both of us smile at her, and I wrap my arms around Amelia to pull her closer to seal the deal. “You bitch!Why did you keep this from me?” Sarah leans in and hugs me with an excited smile.

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