The Sinner's Bargain (Contracts & Deceptions #2) (24 page)

“Colin,” Amara whispered. His burning gaze met hers as he began to push inside of her as if in slow motion. She tried to move and force him inside, but Colin was determined to take his time. They’d rushed sex too many times, and while he knew she wanted this just as bad as he did, he also wanted her to know that what they had was special; it wasn’t something that should be rushed. They could do it again and again and again if she wanted; he’d be happy to lose himself inside her every night if she let him. Amara’s eyes softened as she saw the tenderness on his face, and he felt his own gaze warm. Colin pressed his chest against hers as he thrust fully into her and threaded the fingers of both hands with hers.

“I love you,” he whispered. He’d never tire of looking at her.

“I love you,” she whispered back.

He could see that she was trying to hold in her tears, so he kissed both of her eyes, both cheeks, and covered her face with soft kisses, all while languidly thrusting inside of her. His cock was throbbing in her wetness, sliding in and out, as her walls constricted around him. Colin would have closed his eyes and lost himself in feeling, but he kept them open, holding her gaze, wanting to remember the moment forever.

“More than the stars,” he said, picking up the pace slightly and brushing her nipples with his lips when she smiled at him. He could definitely do this for the rest of his life.

“DO YOU THINK you can trust Samuel?” Amara asked over her mug of coffee. They’d fallen into an easy routine—sex, shower, breakfast, work, sometimes lunch sex, work, back home sex, and dinner. Sometimes they caught a movie or a show after dinner, but she wondered idly if they were having too much sex. Amara told him as much and Colin laughed as if it were the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

“When we have kids, our sex life is going to slow down. Besides, we have lost time to make up.”
Amara had just shaken her head at him in exasperation, asking him how he knew she even wanted kids. He’d said, matter-of-factly that she’d once told him she wanted four. The man had the memory of an elephant.

“Trust…” Colin breathed out, checking his watch for the time. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t necessarily use the word trust, but he’s been my dad’s friend for years, and Ben trusts him, so I have no choice but to deal with him. Why? You want me to stop doing business with him?”

“If I told you to stop doing business with him, would you?”

He paused, mid-drink, and narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“I’m just asking. If I told you to stop doing business with him, would you?”

“If you gave me a valid reason, I would definitely take it into consideration.”

Amara looked down at her coffee when his heavy sigh drew her attention once more.

“Your opinion matters to me, Mara, and I want to know whatever is on your mind, but I’m not going to drop major clients unless you give me a valid reasons.” He paused and waited until she met his serious gaze. “Trust me, I don’t like knowing you may have been physically involved with the man, and I’d rather not even think about it because I don’t want to think about obliterating his face every time I see him. But. Business is business, baby.”

“I know. I get it. It was just a question,” she said with what she hoped was a reassuring smile. She took another gulp of coffee and stood to wash the empty mug. “Do you think you can get me Courtney’s file?” she asked over her shoulder.

Colin rocked back, visibly shocked by her request. He put down the toast he was eating and stood beside her. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Amara sighed as she turned off the faucet and dried her hands with the paper towel Colin handed her. “I just need to know what it says. Maybe knowing what’s in her file will give me some sort of leverage over Philip. As it is I’m sitting here waiting, the same way I was last year, until he knocks on my door and takes me away again.”

“He’s not taking you away, Amara. If you don’t want to do whatever it is he’s asking of you, you don’t do it.”

“And risk people chasing me forever?”

“So we move. We get our stuff and get the fuck out of here. Or we stay and we hire round-the-clock security. You know I don’t want you to go with Philip, but if it’s what you feel you need to do, I’ll stand by you. I’m not going to lose you again over it, but what do you want to do? What do you want me to do for you?”

“I don’t know.” She really didn’t. On the one hand, she promised her mother she’d get those family heirlooms back. On the other hand, she didn’t care about any of that stuff. But what would she do otherwise? Depend on Colin for everything? Settle for sharing his money for the rest of her life? “What’s going on with Lotus?” she asked after a couple of beats of silence. Colin smiled and kissed the top of her head before taking a sip of coffee and heading to the sink.

“It’s there. I think we can salvage it,” he said as Amara watched the play of muscles under his shirt as he washed the dishes. When he was finished, he faced her with a smile on his face. “It’s yours whenever you want it—just say the word.”

Amara wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Her parents had started the company together, but her father was the one who really spent his time there. Her mom was more about teaching art and nurturing children than she was about business. Amara didn’t know what it would feel like to walk into Lotus every morning without having her father there. She’d never done it before. Obviously Amir had been disappointing in a multitude of ways and he’d flipped her world upside down…did she really owe him anything? But, her mother had also been involved…for better reasons.

“You don’t have to decide now, but it’s yours. I just want you to know that you’ll have Lotus to fall back on if you decide that’s what you want to do,” Colin said, his comforting words coating her negative thoughts.

“So I won’t have to be your assistant anymore… I can go my way and you go yours in the morning… no more afternoon sex in the office…” Amara started, a slow wicked smile spreading over her face as Colin strode toward her and settled between her legs. “No after work sex…” A throaty laugh escaped her at the sound of his growl on her neck.

“I’m going to fire myself and go work for you,” he said, sucking her neck.

“We’re both going to get fired if we get there late today. You have a board meeting.”

“Fuck the board.”

“We can fuck after the board leaves…”

“Or we can fuck now
and
after they leave.” His mouth made its way to her chest, snuggling between her breasts.

“You still need to finish your breakfast. Nobody likes you when you’re cranky. We don’t have time right now, Mr. Wolfe.”

“We’ll make some, Miss Maloof.” His large hands inched over her legs, under the black pencil skirt she wore, up to her thong. “And pussy is the breakfast of champions. It also happens to be my favorite meal of the day.”

“Colin, be serious,” she said, panting as his fingers began to move under her silk thong, finding her sensitive nub and rubbing methodically.

“I’m always serious about my fucking, babe. Now spread your legs.”

Colin drove his fingers inside of her to prove his point, and Amara spread her legs wider as she threw her head back with a moan, getting lost in the feel of his touch. The familiar tingling feeling started at the tips of her toes as Colin sucked her neck, the swells of her breasts, her throat, the lobes of her ears, all while finger fucking her until she could barely catch her breath. The surge of an orgasm overtook her body like rapid wild fire, leaving no spot within her unburned. She came hard, shouting his name as Colin pulled out his soaked fingers and rubbed them over her clit slowly, but insistently. She couldn’t catch her breath, but Colin wouldn’t let her come down from one orgasm before another rushed through her. Amara felt like she could pass out from her sensory overload. With a burst of energy, Amara darted a hand forward to unbuckle Colin’s belt and unzip his pants, pulling his boxer briefs down with them as she stood on shaky legs and switched places with him, pushing his chest until he sat on the barstool. Amara lifted her skirt, bunching it up to her waist and turned around to pull down her thong, bending over as she did, which earned a loud groan from Colin. Turning to face him once more, Amara watched as Colin stroked his hard cock slowly, his eyes hooded and hazy with lust. Amara braced herself with her hands on his shoulders and straddled his legs positioning herself over him. As Amara raised herself up, hooking her heels onto the bars of the stool beneath them, Colin aimed his cock between her folds and stroked her wetness. She took a moment to grind her clit against him, closing her eyes with a moan as her hips circled.

“Are you going to fuck me or taunt me?” Colin asked, his voice a deep rumble that made her stomach lurch in anticipation.

“Taunting feels so good right now,” Amara answered with a moan, her nails digging into his strong shoulders.

“Taunting is going to make me end this game and throw you over the kitchen counter. So unless you want to get fucked from behind right now, I suggest you sit on my dick, Amara.”

She bit back a smile as she covered his cock, slowly taking him in, inch by inch until she sat on him completely and they both froze with a relieved sigh. Then she began to move, slowly at first, pumping up and down, until Colin gripped her ass and helped her pick up the pace. Amara didn’t know who was fucking who anymore; she didn’t care that he’d taken charge. His hands left her ass and came up to her blouse as she continued to move over his cock, gasping every time he pushed in deeper as she rode him. He became impatient with the buttons of her blouse and ripped it open, lifting the cups of her bra to bury his face in her breasts, biting and sucking her nipples as his hands fell to her hips and moved her harder, making her fuck him faster.

Amara felt her toes begin to curl in her heels and felt the tingling sensation of another orgasm build inside of her. Colin’s grip fell to her ass again as he stood from the chair, keeping her in position as he pushed her torso face-first over the counter.

“What do you like better?” he asked, slowing down his thrusts just as she was reaching her orgasm. “When you’re in charge?” Thrust. “Or when I am?”

She felt her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “God, I don’t care. I don’t care. Just fuck me!”

“I am,” he said with a chuckle as he thrust again, pulling out all the way until only the wide tip of his cock was inside her and then impaling her with his length. Amara gripped the sides of the counter with each hand as she screamed his name, an orgasm ripping through her. Colin followed soon after, shouting out her name over and over.

“Now I have to go change,” Amara said, looking down to examine her torn blouse.

“Try not to wear a blouse with so many buttons.”

She laughed. “Now you’re going to come up with rules for attire?”

“Only for you though,” he said, pulling out of her and helping her stand.

“And what would this list consist of?”

“No panties, no bra, a short dress, and heels,” Colin said as he followed her to the room, picking up their clothes on the way.

“So you won’t mind if I have to bend over in front of Brandon to pick something off the floor and I flash him my—”

“Change of plan; you’ll dress like a nun,” he said, interrupting her with a growl as he picked her up from behind, making her squeal.

LATER, AS THEY rode in the elevator at Wolfe, Colin looked at his watch and then at Amara, shaking his head and smirking. They were close to an hour late. It’s true about Colin that when he starts something, he’s thorough, and follows through with every promise he makes. When Amara got to her desk, she had notes from Brandon letting her know he was at the meeting and to please tell Colin to “hurry his ass up.” Amara smiled as she sat for a long moment, enjoying the silence. Looking around the empty office, she sighed contently and checked emails, finding one from Molly Parker. Her heart throbbed in her chest as she opened it. It was addressed to Colin, but Amara would be damned if she wasn’t read what the girl had to say to him. As it turned out, it wasn’t anything to worry about, and Amara went back to smiling and checking the rest of the emails, only writing back to the ones she could answer without his help.