I feel like an ass saying it that starkly, but perhaps it will do good to remind her and myself of that fact. Nonetheless, I don’t want our lunch to end just yet. My chest constricts with the thought of leaving. “What about you though? What was the UCLA experience like?” I ask, trying to sidestep that comment.
“Well, Penelope, Noelle, Charlotte, and I met our freshman year in English class. We clicked instantly, and our eternal bond was formed.”
“Eternal?”
“Yes. We are very close. Those girls are the sisters I never had. I love Nick, don’t get me wrong, but a female bond is just different. They understand everything that I think or feel, and we lean on each other for support in each phase of our lives. Nick tries to understand and be there for me too, but there will always be things he just won’t get.”
“Makes sense.”
“So, anyway, they dragged me along to parties, mostly at Penelope’s request. And believe me, if you meet her, you’ll understand why you can’t say no to the girl.”
“She sounds like fun.”
“She is, but she’s also the one who ordered three hundred dildos and had them delivered to your office.”
“Oh.” I gulp loudly. “Don’t mess with Penelope then, got it.”
Amelia laughs. “Yup. They reminded me to have fun in between all the studying I did and the extra classes I took to graduate early so I could start working on my doctorate.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-one.”
“And you’ve been practicing for…?”
“Almost five years now.”
“Damn. You did bust your ass then.”
She smiles proudly, sitting up taller in her chair while taking a sip of her drink, mumbling around her straw. “That’s right. When I put my mind to something, I can be quite determined.” She bites her straw, smiling around it at me.
And my dick twitches.
“So, where were you practicing before?”
“Out of my house.”
My brows pop up. “Really?”
“Yes.” She sets her drink back down on her desk. “It was cost-effective, and clients actually enjoyed it. But once I had the money saved up for a deposit on this place and a strong client base and referrals, I bit the bullet and moved here.”
“Just in time for me to move across the courtyard.”
She rolls her eyes. “Unfortunately.”
“Do you still feel that way now?” I ask, curious if her feelings toward me have changed since we started fooling around. “I mean, mad about me being here?”
“Well, the orgasms have definitely helped abate my disdain for you,” she jokes. “But honestly, you still make me a little crazy, just in a different way now.”
“I prefer making you so crazy that you scream out my name, but maybe that’s just me.”
“Ethan…” she breathes out. “We’re supposed to be getting to know each other.”
“I know. And I think that should include me getting to know your pussy some more. From what I’ve gathered already, I’m a big fan.”
She scoffs and then stands to throw away her trash. “Thanks for lunch.”
“Is that it?”
Turning to face me, she arches a brow. “Were you expecting more?”
“Don’t you want dessert?”
“Did you bring cookies?”
“Ha. No. But there’s a cookie I’d like to eat…”
“Between my legs,” she finishes for me, rolling her eyes again. “I know. Jesus. You sound like a teenage boy. You realize that, right?”
I throw my hands up in defense. “What can I say? Once that door is unlocked after being shut for a while, my mind tends to focus on sex and sex alone.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“And you’re beautiful,” I reply as she freezes. “You should take it as a compliment that I’m craving you, Amelia. Trust me.”
She smiles softly, tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ears. “Then I will.”
Drawing her into me, I circle my arms around her waist. “I’ll leave you alone for today, but I’m dying to taste you again.” Dragging my nose up her cheek, I find her ear and nibble lightly on the lobe.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. You’re addictive, and I meant it when I said I wanted you from the first day I saw you. There’s still so much for us to explore together.”
“Uh-huh…”
“So don’t overthink this, remember?”
Maybe you should take your own advice, Ethan, instead of wondering why on earth you’re enjoying these little lunches when the physical relationship was your idea, to begin with?
“Okay.” She leans back slightly so our eyes can meet. And the honey color of her brown eyes looks brighter behind the lens of her glasses, especially as a sliver of sunlight comes through the window and highlights them.
Amelia is gorgeous, sexy, and smart as hell. And I hate to admit it, but she’s right—getting to know her better is making me see all the ways I misjudged her in the beginning, especially when it comes to sex. I mean, the woman let me fuck her with a vibrating dildo the first time we fooled around. I should have known I was in trouble from that moment on.
Our lips meet, and our kiss makes me dizzy by the time we part.
“I think we should exchange phone numbers,” I suggest, knowing that being able to contact her that way would be easier.
“Oh. Yeah, that’s a good idea.” She walks over to her desk and takes her phone out of one of the drawers. We share our information, and then I’m headed for the door, debating how I plan to use her number now that I have it.
“Have a good rest of your day, Amelia.”
“You too, Ethan.”
The rest of the day crawls before I can leave and pick up my son, and I hope to God I get a chance to see her again tomorrow.
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