His Sweetest Sin

“Sounds like fun.” Rachel nods with a big smile.

When I stumble back to the table almost a half hour later, Chris is not happy. He puts down his club soda, lifts his eyebrow, and tugs me down hard into his lap. “I’m sorry,” I whisper into his ear as I grind against his lap.

I giggle when he groans. “Where the fuck have you been? Did you have another drink?”

“Mmm...one or two more. I’m not sure. Angie told me it would help loosen me up. She was right, I’m feeling very loose. Has Trent found someone so I can take you home and show you how loose?”

“Christ, Amelia.” He stands, his hand around my arm. Leaning over to Trent, I have no idea what they say before Chris nods. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

Damn it. “My knee hurts really bad. I knew I shouldn’t have worn these boots, or maybe it was the dance moves they kept making me practice. I—”

Chris bends over then slings me over his shoulder. “I knew this was a bad idea,” he says as he spanks my ass, hard. Ouch. I try to wiggle down only to get another smack for my efforts. I give up as the cold night air hits me, sobering me up a little. We’re almost back to the car when a flash of light comes out of nowhere, once, twice, I lose count.

Seriously? It’s a good thing I’m leaving because I’m pretty sure Karen will want to fire my ass when she sees the picture. Crap, Ethan is going to lose his shit about it. Ethan might have been a manwhore, but he was respectable about it with the models—he was never photographed coming out of a strip club, ever. If I’d thought there was a chance I would get photographed coming out of the club, I’m almost sure I wouldn’t have come. But I’m a little tired of being the good girl, and I can’t help but wonder, what if it were Ethan? Would it be a big deal if it were a guy?

“Chris, Amelia, what are you two doing in a strip club together? Ms. Bishop, aren’t a—”

I land in the car seat, and Chris closes the door on the annoying guy. Then he comes around and buckles me into the seat. I catch him by the sweater to bring him back to me. “Thank you for taking me tonight. I learned a lot tonight. The women were really nice. I’m ready to try sucking your cock.”

A growl comes out of him as he kisses me hard and so very dirty. The world is spinning when he stops, sucking hard on my bottom lip. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Giggling, I lean back in my seat then fall asleep.

16

Chris

With a sigh, I set Amelia on the bed. Damn, when she’s out she’s out. Actually not quite, it’s obvious she’s in pain. A few times in the car she moaned, and even in sleep she clutched at her knee. As much as I want to let her sleep, I know it’s not what she needs.

I go into the bathroom then turn on the bath, she’d been excited when she saw it this morning. She was running too late for us to enjoy it together. I’d pushed her in here to have her shower, not trusting myself not to make her any later than she already was. She demanded a rain check on the bath, I was happy to give her. Too bad this time it’s about lessening her pain, not making love in the bath.

I head downstairs to grab a hard-boiled egg, then toast a half of an English muffin so she’ll have something in her stomach, and take a bottle of water to wash it down with. Back upstairs I get her undressed, wanting to throw the damn boots out the window. Shit, my cock goes hard as I peel the yoga pants off her long silky legs. The dress is easier and makes my cock harder. The lace bra and panties she’s wearing have me fighting my cock.

Satisfaction rolls through me to see the bruises at her neck. Damn, she’d been mad. Then her eyes went wide, her breathing quickened and I could smell her pussy get soaking wet, when I told her she wasn’t going to cover them up. Yes, sweet little good girl Amelia wanted to be owned by me. Good, because she is.

Taking off the bra, I can’t keep from pressing a kiss to her sweet pouting breasts as her nipples tighten in the cool air. She moans, and her hand comes up, sliding into my hair to press me back into her. “Chris.”

“Yes, sugar, I would love to have my wicked way with you and I will. I need you to eat this so I can get a pill in you and get you into the bath. Come on, sit up for me.”

Her smile is wide as she nods. “Okay, then you’ll fuck me again, right?”

I laugh—tequila is the downfall of many. “Yes, I will. For now though, eat the egg. There you go.”

I’m able to get the egg and most of the muffin down her before she tries to push it away. It seems like enough, and I slip her the two pain pills. They’re strong, I noticed she had the same ones on her bedside table while I was looking around her place. The memory of the two vibrators comes back out of nowhere. I’m going to owe Holly big when I meet her.

Amelia comes awake when I get into the bathtub with her in my arms. She hisses in pain at the heat, yet it’s a sign of how much she needs it when she sighs in relief. I’d dropped some oil in the water when I started the jets so I wouldn’t have to oil her up later when I massaged her leg. Simply holding her small, soft body against mine is pure pleasure.

When the timer goes off on the bath, telling me we’ve been in it for twenty minutes, I snag a towel and wrap it around her as I take her back into the bedroom. She barely moves as I lay her on the bed. It’s when I begin massaging her leg she comes awake with a moan. Damn it. “I know, sweetheart, I know. Just a little more.”

A little cry comes out of her, reaching into my chest where it twists me hard. I stop, frozen, unwilling, unable to continue at the thought of hurting her. What the hell was that? She whimpers, she’s reaching out, my name is a moan. I sway. I don’t even think, I pick her up and get into bed with her, holding her tight. It doesn’t matter I haven’t let out the water in the bathtub or brushed my teeth; all that matters is holding her close like she wants me to.

***

Amelia

Ugh, make the sun stop shining. I pull the covers over my head as I roll over. Oh gross, it feels like the Sahara Desert in my mouth. Thirsty, so thirsty. I want water but not enough to face the sun, it’s too bright outside the covers. Hey! The covers are snatched from my hand. Chris is smiling down at me, blue eyes bright, both dimples on display. How is he gorgeous so early, in a tight long-sleeved gray shirt and jeans? Wait, he has water. Stop moving the water further away. “Stop it.”

“Up, sugar, it’s eight o’clock. You’re late, again. Your brother called your cell a few times today. I put him out of his misery the last time.”