“Oh, my god,” she moans out when I dip my head and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and then grazing my teeth over the tight peak. Her thighs tremble and she grips my shoulders, digging her fingers into me as she grinds down harder. “I’m so close, El. It feels so good.”
“I know, Ames. Come, baby. Please. I need you to. I want you so badly.” Clenching my jaw to keep from coming, I lean in and take her into my mouth again as she rocks over me. I suck hard on her nipple, rolling the other one between my fingers, and she comes on a long, low moan, her head falling back, hips jerking and legs shaking with the force of her orgasm.
She’s still coming when she slides down, taking me inside her in a single motion, her pussy sucking me in as her inner walls clench and release, the waves of her pleasure still rolling through her.
“Motherfucker,” I roar. My hands latch on to Amelia’s hips with a bruising grip while she bounces on my cock, grinding deep and rubbing her clit all over me as her pussy squeezes me so tightly black spots dot the edges of my vision.
Unable to hold back anymore, I roll my hips up while she grinds down over me. My balls draw up tight, the pleasure unfurling at the base of my spine unreal. Sliding one of my hands between our bodies, I play with her clit while I fuck her from below, groaning as her pussy tightens around me, and shelets out a sexy whimper that makes me feel like I might lose my fucking mind if I don’t come soon.
But not without her.
Leaning in, I suck her nipple back into my mouth and flick it with my tongue while increasing the pressure of my fingers on her clit, and Amelia explodes around me. She cries out, slamming her hips down as her orgasm rolls through her. The sight of her moving over me, her flushed face and the love and pleasure in her eyes when they lock with mine has my own pleasure boiling over. My release barrels into me, and I wrap my arms around Amelia, sealing my mouth over hers and holding her tightly as I fill her up, my cock jerking inside her in an orgasm that goes on and on.
When the last licks of pleasure fade, Amelia collapses against me, breathless and sweaty, her head on my shoulder, her panting breaths in my ear and her heart thundering against mine. I hold her tightly, kissing her damp hair as we whisper soft words to each other that probably don’t make sense in our drugged, post-pleasure haze but that meanI love you,I love you,I love you.Foreverandalwaysandonly youandyou are my absolute everything.
Because she is.
Mine.
And I’m hers.
Always.
Amelia’s breath slows and deepens, and I can tell the second she falls asleep. With my arms still around her, I slide down and roll so my head is on the pillow and her head on my shoulder, her body curled against mine. I’m just drifting off when I feel Killer jump up onto the bed and settle onto the mattress behind me. I smile into Amelia’s hair, tightening my arms around her, everything I need in the entire world right here in this bed with me.
And with my girl curled against my chest and my dog against my back, I drift back into a deep and dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
AMELIA
“What do the people of the internet have to say today?” Elliot asks as he saunters into the kitchen, shirtless, plaid pajama pants riding low on his hips and his hair a tousled mess from our pre-dawn fuckfest and post-fuckfest nap.
Fuck, he looks good in the morning.
Leaning over my shoulder, he kisses me, long and slow, before moving to the counter to flick on the coffee pot and grab a mug from the shelf and a Diet Pepsi from the fridge. He pops open the can and pours it, setting it in front of me.
I wrap my fingers around the mug, taking a sip. “You’re my favorite human, Elliot Wyles.”
He grins at me. “Because I poured your morning Pepsi?”
“Because you’re you.” I curl my feet under me and set my phone on the table, smiling at the way he leans casually back against the counter, his feet crossed at the ankles while he waits for his coffee to brew. The whole scene is so perfectly domestic, and I would be thrilled to start every single morning like this for the rest of my life.
“So, what insanity did your phone bring you this morning?” he asks with a smile.
I huff out a laugh because insanity is right. “Six interview requests, four offers to buy my app for stupid amounts of money, eight job offers, and one email from a publisher asking me if I want to write a tell-all book.”
Elliot screws up his face in thought. “What do they want you to tell all about?”
I shrug. “I have no clue. It doesn’t seem to matter, actually.”
He snorts out a laugh, grabbing another mug and pouring his coffee. “Fame is wild.”
Ten days ago, right after our meeting with the dean, I officially withdrew from the PhD program and outed myself as the creator of Genesis. All it took was one call from Gabe to a tech blogger he knows and trusts and a forty-five minute phone interview. Twenty minutes after the blogger posted the story, I was officially famous. It probably would have been a story for a day or two before some reality star did something ridiculous or a politician got caught saying something dumb on a hot mic and usurped the news cycle, but since Gabe is who he is, the media attention has been kind of relentless.
Sometimes it helps to have a brother who is already famous, because Gabe knew exactly what was coming for me once word got out, and for the first time in my adult life, I was happy to accept his help. He worked some kind of genius phone magic so any calls and texts I get from numbers not saved in my phone get forwarded to a virtual assistant he keeps on retainer. His assistant also screens my emails and sends me a digest every morning of anything legit so I can decide what to do with them.
And what I’ve decided to do with them so far is…nothing.
