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He thrusts in deeper this time, as if he’s hardly hanging on. His thumb reaches between us, finding my clit with practiced precision. He rubs slow, firm circles that make my hips buck. I’m so close, the pressure building with each thrust, and he knows it. His pace quickens, hitting that sweet spot over and over.

Pleasure consumes me, and with a cry, my orgasm crashes over me like a thunderstorm, my entire being trembling as I come undone.

Jake groans, his own release following mine, his body tensing before melting against me. His breath comes in uneven gasps against my throat, our bodies locked together. Gradually, our pulses slow as the intensity fades into a lazy calm.

I tilt my head up, locking eyes with him. “That…I was…” I trail off, not sure how to describe what just happened.

“Fucking perfect,” Jake finishes for me, a smirk playing on his lips.

I return his grin as the energy between us reignites. There’s no doubt in my mind—we’re far from finished.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JAKE

When Amelia suggestedwe go back to her hotel, there wasn’t a chance in hell I was saying no.

Once there, I hit the button for the elevator, but she grabs my hand and heads for the stairs instead. Once we’re on her floor, she guides me down a hallway, as if she knows exactly what she wants and isn’t about to let anything stand in her way. Well, okay then.

When we burst into the room, I barely get a chance to register the dim space before she’s pulling at my sweater. I duck so she can yank it over my head. It lands on the night table with a muted thud, skidding into a folder marked with the bold Titans logo, shifting it.

A sliver of warning flickers. Jessica. Yvonne. The charity.

But then Amelia drops to her knees in front of me, and I stop thinking.

She fumbles with my belt buckle, brow furrowed in concentration, tutting softly in victory when she gets it free. Next, she tackles the button and zipper on my jeans.

She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and tugs it down, the backs of her fingers brushing my thighs, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. I kick the denim out of the way, my focusmomentarily caught on the pale green of her panties peeking out of a pocket. My boxers are off a second later, and my cock springs free, hard and ready, as if I didn’t just come twenty minutes ago. Pre-cum beads at the tip.

Amelia pauses, her breath catching as if a moment of doubt sneaks in. Her gaze lifts to mine, revealing a trace of vulnerability. A beat passes as our eyes lock.

Whatever she sees in my face must reassure her, and her hand wraps around my erection. That first contact of her cool fingers sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me, and I almost blow my load right there. Holy hell, her touch is magic—it’s as if she’s working some kind of sorcery on me, and I’m powerless to resist.

A half-groan, half-whimper escapes me as she leans in, her breath hot against my skin. My limbs lock as her tongue flicks out, taking a slow, deliberate lap at the tip.

Lightning shoots through me, electrifying every nerve. I scarcely recover when she does it again, watching me closely, as if cataloging every twitch, every shudder. It’s fucking intoxicating, the way she’s so focused on me. And when her lips stretch around my cock, welcoming me inch by inch into the hot cavern of her mouth, I almost swallow my tongue. It’s been a long time for me, but fuck if I remember it ever feeling like this, heaven and hell all at once.

The moan she lets out shoots straight through my dick and splinters through my chest, making my breath hitch. I can’t help it—I thrust deeper, and she gags slightly, the noise jolting me out of the spell.

Alarm flares, and I start to pull back. But before I can withdraw all the way, her hands are on my ass, keeping me in place. Her gaze flies to mine, and there’s no mistaking the fire in her eyes. She’s in charge and letting me know it. A slow grin breaks over my lips. What the lady wants, the lady gets.

“Fuck, you want this, don’t you?” I rasp, my voice thick with need.

She hums against me in agreement, the vibration racing through me like molten lava, making it impossible to hold back.

I thrust again, harder, deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. My whole body quakes with a fierce, desperate hunger that intensifies with each inch she takes in, fighting to keep part of myself alert, watching for any sign of discomfort. Her fingers dig into my flesh, lips sealing tighter on my length as she draws me in again and again, her tongue swirling over the head in a way that makes me shudder with need.

“Look at you, such a good girl taking me so well.” As if my words spur her on, she moans around me, the sound making my abs clench.

I fist my hands at my sides, and a groan works up my throat. She hollows her cheeks, sucking me in with an intensity that has me struggling to keep my eyes open. I don’t want to miss a single second of this—of how she draws it out, torturing me with her steady, deliberate movements. Her tongue traces each vein and ridge with a focus that makes my mind spin.

Fuck, how am I so close already? “Amelia,” I choke out, my voice hardly above a whisper.

She doesn’t even slow. “Christ, if you don’t stop now—” My half-hearted protest only seems to fuel her, and she bobs her head, taking me in deeper until the tip grazes the back of her throat.

Control slips further away with each passing second, every instinct urging me to give in, to let go, to finish in her mouth. but another shot at her pussy compels me more.

Desperate to know if it’s as incredible as I remember, I hook my hands under her arms and lift her to her feet.

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