Page 69 of Captivated

She’s wanting more, pulling at my shoulders, wanting my weight on her. I oblige, shifting between her thighs. She naturally adjusts, wrapping her legs around my hips. Our tongues continue their dance as I let my hand wander down her body, across the strings covering those beautiful tits, her flexed tight abs, and another set of strings tying a thin piece of material to shield her apex from me.

Oh fucking hell, I can feel her heat. She’s wet. I drop down, kissing and nibbling her neck as she tosses her head back in excitement. I tickle my fingertips over her hips, caressing her leg. I know she feels my hard on. Fuck I can even feel a bead escaping the head.

I start stroking my covered length against her hidden treasure. I want to be inside of her, but I don’t want to rush this. I hear her gasp. I kiss down her breast, really wanting to suck those beautiful nipples in my mouth, but all in good time. I continue kissing down, covering her diaphragm. She’s touching my shoulders, squeezing those beautiful fingertips against my muscles.

My tongue has found that sexy belly button. I feel her muscles contract as she giggles. I look up,fuck, our eyes meet. I’m so fucking lost. I kiss over that thin piece of string, and kiss her trembling thigh.

“Relax,” I whisper.

“I’m nervous.” She laughs softly.

“You’re beautiful.” I keep kissing and nibbling. “Is this too much?”

“Yes!” she purrs, “Don’t stop.” I grin, lifting her leg over my shoulder.

I nudge her sex with my nose, inhaling her. Holy sweet mother of Jesus, that’s the best scent I’ve ever smelled. I want to taste her. I need to taste her. She gasps, grabbing my shoulders, tickling her fingers through my hair. I nip the material with my lips. I kiss over her other thigh, letting my tongue travel awful close to the edge of her bikini. I could easily slip under.

Knock! Knock!

She gasps and jerks. I lean up, her leg slipping from my shoulder. She’s looking at the door and giggles as I roll my eyes. I had totally forgotten about our drinks. I watch her laying seductively on my bed, perching up on her elbows. Making those beautiful abs flex. “That’s a sexy little string bikini,” I add as I open the door.

I really hate this steward; he has to be a virgin or I scare the hell out of him. I stand aside for him to enter. His eyes keep flicking to the goddess laying on my bed.That’s right buddy, take a good look at what you will never claim.

“She’s so far out of your league,” I tease him, making his hands tremble.

I chuckle as he turns his back to me to put the tray on the sideboard. Amelia shakes her head at what I said. This time he turns the opposite way, keeping his back towards the bed, head down as he excuses himself. I lock the door.

“You like to tease him? You know he’s terrified of you?” she comments.

I give her a knowing grin. “I don’t know why, but his presence irks me. He’s on a trial run this week.” I take a sip of my gin. “I don’t think he’s going to make the cut. I demand certain behavior from staff, with my lifestyle. He’s too young, shy, or googly-eyed for my ladylove. I do believe he admires you.”

She laughs as she sips her cosmo, watching me intently. “You do seem to have an intimidating edge to you.” Her eyes are dancing over my shoulders and chest. “You like things a certain way.”

“Yes, I suppose I do.” I sip my drink watching her. “A man in my position has a lot of power. With that comes responsibility. There has to be a sense of control or there would be no order to things. Chaos would take over.”

“I get the feeling you’re a multifaceted person.” She sips her cosmo.

“I’m not going to deny it.” I take her drink pulling her into my arms. “I’m very passionate … driven … accomplished.” I drop a small kiss on her forehead. She’s cuddling into me.

“I find this intimidating side of you, your power side, extremely alluring.” She admits as she strums her fingers up and down my breastbone. Looking down at her, I feel my heart racing in my chest—those damn sapphires. I have no idea what I’m feeling. Love is an emotion I’ve never felt. Surely it’s lust … even infatuation with her … I can dote over her every need. But I can’t love her! It’s impossible to have that kind of raw emotion … the kind my mother and father shared. The end result is only severe heartbreak.

Her phone rings on the bedside table. Breaking her eyes from mine, she leans over looking at it. She doesn’t have to tell me. I already know it’s him. I really hate him.

“So are we really doing this?” She looks at me, incredulous.

“Do you want me to answer it or kill it?” I ask taking her phone.

“I don’t want him to find out like this.” I decline the call and turn her phone off. “I’ll tell him it’s over in person.”

I toss her phone onto my bedside table. She’s scooting down in my bed cuddling into me. “Not alone … you’re not doing this alone. Men get crazy when they lose control.” I kiss her lips. “We will tell him together.”

“You don’t think that’s going to devastate him even more, seeing us together?”

I snicker. “You’re worried about his feelings? He’s a huge ass to you. Honestly, his feelings are the least of my concern. I’d love for him to see he lost you to me.” Yeah, I know that sounds super arrogant.

“I don’t want to discuss him.”This can be arranged.

AMELIA

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