Page 11 of Alpha Geek

He sucked on her bottom lip, and she rolled her hips, pressing her crotch against his hard cock. He thrust his hips upward, desperate for her softness to envelop him.

They were on the highway with traffic streaming by and heat building in the limo.

As he gripped Amelia’s ass, beads of sweat dotted her skin. Her flesh was shining as he looked up at her.

Their lips met again in a mess of desperation and exploration.

He knew Amelia was faltering in her control. Her hands had slid from his shoulders, and her touch became gentler. She was hanging onto him as much as he was to her.

Tripp couldn’t wait any longer, and he untucked her blouse from her skirt. She pulled away, arching her back, and the shirt came off easily. Her bra was barely big enough to cover her nipples.

And then the limo came to a stop with a jarring jolt.

“Oh fuck,” Amelia murmured. Then she scrambled off him and pulled her blouse on in one fluid movement. “I didn’t even notice where we were.”

“Were you supposed to?” His voice was raspy with need. In the morning, he would order her every kind of lace and silk undergarment that he could find.

“Yeah, that’s kind of my job.” She laughed with a huff and ran a hand through her hair.

They hopped out of the limo, grabbing their stuff, and he tipped the driver before Amelia grabbed his hand. The laughter bubbled up inside him at the absurdity of the situation. Amelia’s plans to be careful and use restraints had been flung aside.

All in one moment of hot desire.

It was only when he was alone in his penthouse apartment, waiting for her, that he noticed the precum stain at the crotch of his pants.

Damnit.He grimaced and went to the bar. He poured another drink and gulped it down. Then, he heard the soft padding of feet on his thousand-dollar carpet and turned.

His cock twitched at the sight of her in one of his old, soft sweatshirts. It was black and hugged her body, coming to a stop just above her butt. Her bright, liquid green eyes sparkled, and her blonde hair was a tousled mess.

She crossed her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow. The sweatshirt rode up with the movement. Revealing the smooth expanse of her slightly curved belly. His cock twitched again.

“Are you coming?” Her voice was throaty, and Tripp did everything he could to restrain himself.

He carefully returned to the bar, placed the empty glass on the counter, and followed her.

“Get undressed.” She ordered him in a voice that a military general would be jealous of.

Tripp had never moved so quickly, and Amelia was only inches away when he turned. She pulled him toward her, and their lips met again.

But this time, he was naked.

She pressed herself against him, her hands sliding down his arms. She gripped him by each wrist, pulling him to the bed.

They were still kissing, their need so tangible that the room became twenty degrees hotter.

Amelia pulled the sweatshirt off in one quick movement. He groaned at the sight of her in all her glory.

Her breasts were perfectly round and heavy, with pert pink nipples crowning them. Her waist was small before widening into curvy hips. And he knew exactly what that ass felt like.

Although he was desperate to see it.

She crawled onto the bed, showing off that marvelous ass, and flipped onto her back. Quick as lightning, she tossed something at him, and he caught it. It was a bundle of rope, which made his cock throb.

Tripp got to work. He was no stranger to tying knots. In several quick movements, he had her tied down.

She was eagle-spread on the bed, each limb tied to a bedpost. She squirmed when he knelt in front of her, and he grew impossibly harder.

He leaned down between her legs, inhaling her scent. She was addicting already, and he feared after this, he would never be able to get enough.

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