I looked at the mess we'd made. Sex juices and chocolate and whipped cream were smeared over our chests and bellies. I’d had sex with many women in my life, but there was something about Amelia that was different. Whether we were going hard and fast like maniacs, or slow and smooth on a sleepy morning, or playful like now, it seemed like it was always the best orgasm I’d ever had. What I didn't want to look too closely at was the way that it felt more than just physical. When my dick was inside her, it wasn't just two bodies joined together. It felt like our souls were merged as well. That had to mean something, but I didn't want to know what.
She laughed as she lifted her head and looked at the same mess I had been eyeing. "Well, that was fun."
I let out a laugh, loving how open this woman was. I held out my hand to her. "How about we take a shower?"
Her hazel eyes gleamed. "Can I wash you?"
I groaned as sweet erotic sensations picked up again. "Only if you let me wash you."
It goes without saying that I fucked her in the shower and then later that night against the window with the lights of Vegas as a backdrop behind her.
When she finished, we stared at each other. I was pretty sure she was thinking the same thing I was. How was this going to end? We could ignore the reality of our situation for only so long.
She looked down. "I need to go soon."
I nodded and stepped away. I picked up the robe that she'd been wearing when we came out of the shower to hand it to her.
"I can just get dressed." She scooped up her clothes that lay on the floor by the table. I set the robe aside and picked up the one I’d worn and slipped it back on. This was my cue to get my laptop and my portable printer so we could finally do what we were supposed to do, fill out the annulment papers. I could file them and serve her tomorrow before I left.
I watched her for a moment. The lights were off in the suite, so the moonlight and glow from the city below shone through the window, casting her in a beautiful, ethereal light. My heart clenched tight in my test chest.
"Why don’t you stay the night?"
Her head jerked to me, surprise shining on her face. And maybe hope, although perhaps I was projecting that.
"Unless you have an early meeting or something."
She shook her head. "I don't have any meetings until the afternoon."
Something deep inside me propelled me toward her. I put my hands on her bare arms. "Then stay with me tonight. We can deal with... things... tomorrow."
I studied her, thinking she was going to say no. A part of me hoped she would. I hoped that she was strong enough to break this crazy tether between us because it was clear that I couldn't.
She nodded and leaned forward against my chest, looking up at me with her pretty hazel eyes. "Okay."
I took her hand and grabbed the extra bottle of wine we'd ordered and escorted her to the bedroom. There was no doubt I was going to have sex with her again, but I was also going to talk with her. Not about annulments or what was going on between us. We’d talk about anything and everything but that. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her. Get my fill. When the annulment was done, she'd be out of my life. So I had between now and then to savor this magnificent woman.
It felt like I had only just fallen asleep when my phone on the bedside table started ringing. I reached my hand out, grabbing the phone and tilting the screen toward me as I turned my head just enough to look at it. It was just after five in the morning. The call was from the manager at the club in the Hamptons.
Fuck. This couldn't be good. I looked over at Amelia sleeping soundly. I wanted to curl up behind her and hold her until she woke. Instead, I slid out of bed, poking the answer button
"Hello?" I stepped out of the bedroom and into the living area.
"Sorry to bother you, Boss, but we have a couple of the detectives here asking us about drug sales out of the club."
I raked my hand through my hair, not quite awake. "What?"
"They believe there are drugs being sold from the club."
Motherfucker.
"This seems like something that you or Sam should come and deal with. I know Sam's out in California, so I called you."
My deception just caught up to me. I hadn't told anybody I was coming to Las Vegas, so everyone thought I was back in New York by now. Shit. Fuck. It was at least a six-hour flight to New York. It would take another couple of hours to charter a plane and get to the airport.
"Are they there? Can you put one on the line?" It wasn’t wise to talk to the police without my lawyer, but I knew I would need to do something until I could get there or could get a lawyer there.
"Who am I talking to?" I asked.