The Sinner's Bargain (Contracts & Deceptions #2) (18 page)

“Come here,” he said softly as he sat on the bed, his eyes roaming over her naked body in appreciation before meeting hers again. Amara walked to him to stand between his legs. In a blink, she was airborne, pulled against Colin’s chest as he lay back on the bed. He palmed her ass cheeks and pushed her up his body until her pussy was spread open over his face. Her only protest was a loud “fuck” when she felt his tongue on her clit, his mouth sucking it into his mouth. “Yes, fuck,” he paused to say, licking in between her folds slowly. “Move.” He spanked her ass once, and then again when she stayed frozen in place. “Yeah, like that. Ride me, baby.” His hands gripped her inner thighs and opened her more as his tongue continued to work its way up and down until her legs were shaking so hard she fell forward on the bed.

“Oh god,” she screamed as her orgasm began to rip through her. “OhgodOhgodOhgod.”

“I don’t know if he can hear you, baby. You might have to scream louder,” Colin said with a chuckle as he licked her one last time.

He flipped her over so that she was on her back and nudged her legs wider apart as he sprung his erection free from his boxers. Amara stared up at him, at the contours of his chest, the scruff on his jaw, the wavy mess of his hair that fell over his eyes, and her breath caught with the intensity of her love. The lust in his eyes gave him a wild edge as he stroked himself, watching her.

“Please make love to me, Colin,” she whispered.

A smile appeared on his face slowly as he leaned down, placing his arms on either side of her face. “It would be my pleasure, Amara Maloof,” he murmured as he pushed himself inside of her. His thrusts were slow…languid. He took his time with her as he kissed her face, her neck, her throat, her shoulders, stopping only to look into her eyes.

“More than the stars,” Amara whispered to him as tears filled her eyes.

With one last deep thrust, he emptied himself inside of her.

“More than the stars,” he said, smiling as his lips fell onto hers.

He pulled out and lay beside her, rolling her body to rest against his and burying his face in her neck.

“So I never shared you with her?” Amara asked quietly, drawing circles on his chest with the tip of her fingernail.

“My heart only belongs to one woman.”

“Do you think she’ll insist on going with you on Friday?”

Colin adjusted her so that she could see his face. “Are you going as somebody’s date?”

Amara nodded.

“Molly and I had this set a while back. Her parents are very involved with this organization, so I agreed to go. If I go with her, I would meet her there and we would go our different ways after. I’m hoping I can take home this really hot girl with long black hair,” he said, twirling the ends of her hair. “She has the most amazing eyes that look like they can be made of gold.” He leaned in and kissed her eyelids. “She has the most incredible breasts,” he said, lifting the weight of her right breast in his hand. “And these curves that go on for days.” he said as his hand skimmed her waist and hip. “And she has these thighs, God, these thighs would drive anybody wild. Shapely and strong—you know what they’re good for?” he asked, throwing a leg over his hip to position himself between her again.

“What?” Amara asked breathily.

Colin picked her up suddenly, making her squeal in laughter. He walked to the door, holding her thighs around him and chuckling at the look on her face when he pushed her back to the wall. “Wall sex,” he said, letting go of her so that her thighs were forced to tighten around him. There they stood—him with a wicked grin on his face, her giggling like a schoolgirl—when she realized beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted him to share everything with her.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked quietly, her smile disappearing.

“I’m sure of two things, Mara—me and you. So yes, I’m sure about this.” He dipped his head and captured her lips as he pushed himself into her once more.

THE WEEK AT Wolfe went by quickly. Between Amara daydreaming about Colin dragging her into his office to ravish her, and the reality of it happening, the days seemed to fly by. He hadn’t visited the apartment at all, but they talked on the phone until she fell asleep every night. It felt like old times, when he would call her late at night and she would pick up with a stomach full of flutters. By Friday morning, Amara wasn’t sure how much longer they could keep what was going on a secret from Brandon. He seemed to be clued in though, always watching them in amusement, as if he was in on an inside joke. Smiling to herself, Amara began the day in Colin’s office checking for any papers he may have left for her on his desk.

“You look well rested this morning,” Colin said, startling Amara as she entered his office. The blinds were pulled down, and she had assumed he hadn’t gotten in yet.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?” she asked, closing the door behind her and walking to the window.

“Leave it,” he said. Amara pivoted and walked toward him instead.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, turning his seat to face her. She sat on his lap and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“I keep thinking about this gala tonight. I don’t want to go.”

“So don’t.” Amara combed his hair back with her fingers as she leaned her face on his chest. Colin’s exhale on her neck sent a shiver down her spine.

“I have to. You’ll be there, I already RSVP’d. Ben is going, and you know how he would be if I back out last minute.”

Amara didn’t know Benjamin Wolfe—not really anyway—she’d only met him in passing a handful of times. Still, she’d heard enough about him to know he would take any opportunity to capitalize on it, and Colin not going to the gala would mean he would turn it into a reason to criticize him.

“Is Molly going with you?” she asked, snuggling into his neck.

“Yeah, but like I said, she already knows we’re not going through with the wedding. I paid her—she even kept the ring—so she won’t be a problem.”

“You don’t have to reassure me, Colin. I’m here,” Amara said, sitting up to look at him so that he could see the sincerity in her words. Colin’s hand went up to her face and caressed it softly.

“You’re here,” he said, with a broad smile that reached his eyes.

“And you’re here.” She leaned in to press her lips to his, curving into him as his hand slipped to the back of her neck, his hold tightening as he drew her closer to him.

“You’re sure you’re going to be okay seeing me there with her?”

“Will you be okay seeing me there with another man?”

“Hell no,” he growled against her mouth. Amara shivered at the fervor in his tone.

“So I guess that makes us even.”

“This isn’t a competition to see who can piss of the other more, you know?”

Amara’s lips curved into a smile and she swiveled her body to straddle him in his seat. She placed her hands on his chest and scraped her way down to the top of his pants, to finger his belt buckle.

“Isn’t it?” she asked mischievously.

“Amara.” It was a warning.

“Yes?” she asked coyly.

Colin raised an eyebrow at her as his eyes volleyed from her face to her hands, traveling toward his hardening erection. “Are you going to do something about that?”

“I believe I will,” she said, laughing at the confused look on his face when she took her hand away and simply whispered in his ear. “Maybe after the gala tonight though. You have a meeting with your uncle in five minutes in the conference room, and I’m leaving early today, remember?”

“Are you kidding me?” he asked in disbelief as he watched her sashay toward the door.

She stopped in front of his desk and placed her hands on the edge, leaning in so that he could get a good view of the valley between her breasts. Amara licked her lips slowly, teasingly. “I hope you picture my mouth opening up for your cock and taking it in slowly.” She rocked her body forward slightly and shook her head in warning when Colin started to move. “And my tongue drawing circles, around and around and around, until it’s all wet and can slide as far back—”

“If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to get up and fuck you right now.”

“You have a meeting,” she said, smiling.

“I also have a really hard dick right now, and thoughts of you giving me the best head of my life. Choose. Go do your pretty hair and get your make up done, or get fucked so hard you won’t be making it to your little fake date tonight.”

Amara’s insides flip flopped. “That’s a really hard choice.”

Colin stood quickly, his chair sliding to hit the wall behind him. Amara copied his movement and began to walk backwards, away from him. She knew he wasn’t making an idle threat. He’d fuck her until she had no voice left—she knew that from experience—and since Amara finally found herself with the upper hand in this aspect, she blew him a loud kiss and left him cussing behind her.

WHEN THE DOORBELL rang at seven-thirty, Amara was glad she had already been waiting around for a couple of minutes. The fake smile she’d practiced dropped from her face as she opened it and was met by Philip in a tux.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Change of plans,” he said, smiling as he strutted in, uninvited.

Gaping at him with her hand glued on the door handle, her mind raced with questions.

“Reid is downstairs waiting for us. He no longer needed a date, but you still need to go to the event.”

“He needs two dates?”

“No, I need one.”

Her hand finally let go of the door, it closed on synchronized timing with her mouth. “I’m supposed to be
your
date?” she nearly shrieked.

“Not supposed to, Amara. You
are
my date.”

She didn’t find the continuous humor in his voice endearing. “And you’re at my door because…you’re going to drill me on what and whom to pay attention to?”

Philip shook his head, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I’m just here to warn you privately that your father may be there tonight, so I want you to be prepared for that.”

Amara made a disgusted sound; the thought of seeing her father making her want to gag. “Why would he be going to a charity event that involves…charity for someone else?”

Philip chuckled, his blue eyes crinkling as he walked toward her. “I have no idea. He’s a peculiar man.”

“How do you even know he’s going?” she asked as she followed behind him, locking the apartment behind her.

“I have a copy of the guest list.” He pushed down the elevator button and stepped forward as it whooshed open.

“Huh,” she said, standing beside him.

The doors closed, and Amara looked at their reflection. Outwardly, they were a handsome pair, if you didn’t know what a shit he was. Philip wasn’t much taller than Amara. His hair was brushed perfectly to one side, and his classic tuxedo was perfectly made to fit his frame. Amara wore a mermaid-style black dress, with a closed front, the top like a turtleneck, the back completely bare to show off her perfectly arched back. It ended just above the curve of her bottom, which accentuated her body perfectly. Her lips were a matte red, the color making the bow of her lips stand out. Her normally straight, loose hair was made up into a classic, yet messy, up-do, giving her a youthful, but clean look.

“That’s a stunning dress,” Philip commented.

“Glad you approve.”

The driver held the door open when they reached the limo, and Philip let Amara slide in, being gracious enough to help her with the bottom of her dress as she did so. Reid was as gorgeous in person as he looked in his photo, and not surprisingly, he was equally as charming. His date, Laura, greeted Amara before focusing her attention on her phone. Amara stayed quiet, simply smiling politely until they reached their destination. Once again, Philip extended a hand as she exited the car, and offered her his arm as they walked into the museum. They paused for pictures along the way, smiling at one another for the camera, as if they genuinely got along.

Amara’s insides churned when she spotted her father speaking to a small group of men. It wasn’t Amir Maloof though, that turned her stomach; it was Colin, standing beside him, smiling. He held a drink in his hand and laughed along with the rest of the men as her father spoke.