I fell well before this moment, careless to admit the truth.
“I’m in love with you, Amelia Edwards,” I admit, gazing into her eyes. “And no one will stop us from being together. I promise you this.”
Her eyes beg me to take her, and as I lay her down on the bed about to make sweet love to her, she places her palm on my chest, directly on top of my beating heart.
“You’ve always been mine, Will Romano,” she whispers with a smile. “Our bond is too tight for us to think we could be nothing.”
I kiss the tips of her fingers, letting out a sigh. “I’ve got all night to show you just how much I love you.”
With a soft chuckle, she positions herself perfectly, spreading her legs, ready for me to enter. “And I’m all yours, baby. However, way you want me.”
I bury my head into her neck and slowly enter her. “I want you in every way possible,” I murmur, relishing in her soft moans as I move at a slow and agonizing pace. “You’re all mine, Miss Edwards.”
And we continue to make love all night. I devour every inch of her body, switching from our soft lovemaking to our heated fucking on the countertop. We move in various positions to multiple locations within my apartment. We are creative in our efforts, and never have I ever been so aroused in my life where nothing else matters. I expect relief once I come or she comes. But then it starts all over again.
When she spreads her ass wide for me against the window, I take the opportunity to slide into her perfect ass hole and completely own every part of her.
And then—we’re done. Collapsing on the bed, I hold onto her as she rests her head on my chest.
“Happy New Year,” she barely manages to get out. “They say how you bring in the new year is a reflection of the luck you’ll have for the year.”
I kiss the top of her head and with a small chuckle, return the sentiment.
“Happy New Year, beautiful. And I’ll be a very lucky man if that’s what I have to look forward to for the year.”
“Or for the rest of your life,” she whispers, sealing her words with a kiss.
Twenty-Six
Amelia
“You go first.”
Across the table, Andy twists his fingers before letting out a long-winded breath. The café we chose to meet at is located in Chelsea. It’s not too busy, just a few patrons sitting around drinking hot beverages and enjoying the scrumptious pastries the café is known for.
“I’m sleeping with my professor.”
I spit out the coffee, choking momentarily while I cough myself into oblivion. Andy warns me with his eyes to keep it down. Wiping the corners of my mouth, I continue to cough involuntarily.
When I finally get a hold of myself, I blurt out, “I’m sleeping with Will.”
Andy’s eyes widen until he breaks out into laughter, running his fingers through his hair with an amused look on his face. “Yeah, right. Good one, Millie.”
“I’m sleeping with Will, and I’m in love with him.”
I keep my expression to a bare minimum, showing Andy this is no joke. It takes a few moments, but when I continue to look at him seriously, his smile subsides, and his mouth falls open in shock.
“Holy shit. He’s your cousin.”
“He’s not my cousin,” I correct him. “Just because our parents called us that doesn’t mean we technically are. We don’t share the same blood as each other.”
“But he’s how old?” Andy does the math, his forehead wrinkling in the process. “Almost thirty?”
“Close to it.”
“Age aside because let’s face it, who am I to talk,” Andy muses, tapping his fingers against the tabletop with an unwavering gaze. “Your dad will kill you if he finds out.”
“Well, he hasn’t found out.”