Page 81 of Captivated

She doesn’t weigh anything. I should have been making sure she was at least switching off with water. Tierra is a hard partier, she can toss shots like nothing.

“Mr. Starks you can put me down, I’m not that fragile. You all are fussing over nothing.” She’s squirming. I like it.

“I will now,” I tease as I sit her down in my room. “You sure you’re feeling okay, no nausea?” I really don’t want her vomiting inside.

She laughs at me. “No. I wasn’t feeling drunk sick.” She looks at her suit. “I feel dirty. I need to shower.”

“Well, by all means, shower.” I grin, opening the bathroom door. “Or soak in my tub. I don’t care.”

“I’ll just take a quick shower, get the sea water and lotion off. I don’t want our bed to smell like that tonight.” I grin as I watch her grabbing some clothes, talking about ‘our bed.’

She does have a good point. “I’ll shower when you’re done.” I make myself comfortable on the sofa. I turn some music on as I grab my phone to check messages and emails while I wait. I wonder if douche bag has called her. I killed her phone. I look at my side table, walk over and grab her phone, power it up. Damn, twenty missed calls and several texts. Curiosity gets the best of me; I start reading his texts. Asshole is an understatement. He’s going to be beyond pissed tomorrow. He might even come back early. Well, he won’t be able to find her.

“What are you doing?” I look up as she walks out of the bathroom. Her hair is towel dried and hanging down over her shoulders. She has on those cute ass boy-short lace panties and a white tank top. I can totally see her through it.

I grin holding her phone up. “Curiosity.” I toss it aside. I close the distance between us. “Damn you look sexy.” She lays her head on my chest as I wrap my hands around her, tickling my fingertips over her ass.

“You need to shower.” She softly nips my chest with her teeth, walking out of my grasp and plopping down on her stomach on my bed. She grabs her phone and starts deleting his texts.

“You’re not going to read them?”

“Nope, I don’t care what his words are. They’re just words. I worry about his actions. And right now his actions can’t touch me.” I smile as I grab a change of clothes.

“That’s right Amelia, his actions will never touch you again, I’ll make sure of it.”

“I trust you Mr. Starks.” She grins looking at me. “Hurry up.” I smile as I close the door.

My shower has the remnant smells of her shampoo and body wash. Damn she smells nice. I could get use to her always being around, sharing my space. I close my eyes, welcoming the warm spray. I’m quite besotted with Amelia. We haven’t really discussed her plans; I don’t want to get ahead of myself with the direction our relationship is going. But I hope we’re on the same page.

I lather my hair, washing away the sea water. I let my conditioner sit while I wash my body, paying special attention to my cock and balls. I want to make sure they’re nice and clean, if sweet Amelia feels inclined to go down on me. “Fuck,” I whisper. I’ve got a full-on boner, just thinking about her beautiful mouth sucking my cock. I walk out of the shower clean and still hard.

I dry my body, checking out my nice, tanned muscles in the mirror. I’m one sexy son of a bitch. What woman wouldn’t want to live with me? I can offer her anything her heart would ever desire. I run my hands through my towel-dried hair, brushing the sides first and then towards the back. I grab some Aveda pomade and style it. I look at my scruff, it still looks fine from this morning’s trim. I wipe down everything and toss the dirty towels in the hamper. Her swimsuit is hanging. I smile, tossing it in with my laundry. She’s not used to having her clothing laundered. Another perk I hope she will accept.

I slip on my fitted navy tee and a pair of loose dark gray lounge pants. I kill the light as I open the door. I guess I took too long. Amelia has dozed off. She’s adorable cuddled under the sheets. I walk over to my side, noticing her phone has two new missed calls. My is heart stuck in my throat, what if she had tried calling him while I showered?No, that is her right,I tell myself. I look at her call log, she didn’t. I check to see if she texted him, she didn’t. I grin at my paranoia. I’ve never had that emotion before.

I kill her phone before climbing into bed. She’s so beautiful. I spoon her while she sleeps, kissing her neck softly.

“No!” She jumps, snatching the sheet up to her neck. Her eyes are like saucers, adjusting to her surroundings. I freeze looking at her. What the fuck has he done to her?

“Easy sweetheart.” I’m cautious as I sit up stroking her back. “I wasn’t trying to do anything … just holding you.”

“I’m sorry.” She looks down. “I must have crashed. I’m not afraid of your touch.” She looks at me. “Ghosts.”

“Come here.” I pull her into the crook of my arm kissing her forehead rubbing her hair. “That’s history.”That is what that is, pure fucking history.She smiles as she scoots in. “Damn you smell good. Feel good too.”

She laughs into my chest. “You do too—smell and feel good.” She runs her fingers under my shirt, touching my six pack. “I like to feel your skin.”

“I like you feeling me.” I really do, and so does my ego. I look down at her cuddled into my side tickling my fingers up and down her arm.

“So you’ve got a place in the Hamptons?” She’s making little circles around my belly button.

“I have an estate there, yes. It’s quite lovely. I would love to show you sometime.”

“Wow, an estate! I seem to think there are so many more perks about knowing you, Mr. Starks, than you let on.” She’s sporting an inquisitive smile as she continues rubbing me. “Oceanfront?”

“Yes, it is, pool too. Modern.” She looks at me. “I hope you’re more into dating me instead of just knowing me, Amelia.” She lays her head on my chest,shitthat’s not the response to that question. “Amelia, what is going through that beautiful head of yours?”

“A ton of things.” I hear her sigh. “I’ve had the best two days of my life with you.”

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