By the time they stepped into the elevator, all Amelia wanted was to have Nick naked. She was thrilled that the bulge in his jeans was for her. Unfortunately, they were not alone, and the 6-floor ride was agonizing.

Amelia could not unlock the hotel room quickly enough as Nick was already pulling off his t-shirt. When the door finally swung open, he was ripping hers over her head. Their mouths locked in a furious battle as his hands fumbled with the fastenings of her jeans, and hers simultaneously with his.

Nick swooped her up as their jeans and underwear fell to the floor. He kicked the door shut, wrapping her legs around him and pressed her up against it. Amelia slipped one hand around his neck and with the aid of the other, she guided his throbbing member to her opening. With a quick roll of his hips, he plunged into her slick folds.

His hips pounded into hers with a merciless rhythm and her core spasmed frantically. His mouth released hers with a groan when her walls fluttered around him. His thigh muscles tensed, and he gave several powerful pumps flooding her with his release.

"F-fuck, I-I don't think I have ever h-had so many orgasms in one night," she panted, slumping forward, her body shivering with tremors.

"Fucking you against the door was not something I had planned," Nick breathed into her neck, "but it was fucking amazing."

Amelia sighed. "Another first. A very enjoyable first." And Nick chuckled.

*

Nick walked into the bedroom with her still wrapped around him. He gently lowered her onto the bed, carefully dislodging himself. Amelia stretched lazily, enveloping herself in the softness of the sheets. Her eyelids were heavy and her body pleasurably ached.

Nick returned with a damp cloth, and with the utmost care, he cleaned her inner thighs.

"You are something else, Nick," Amelia murmured.

"I just thought you might be too tired for a shower," he chuckled softly.

"What is the time anyway?" she asked.

"Just after midnight," he said, pulling the comforter over her.

"My birthday is over," she whispered sadly, "and I guess so is our fucking. Are you going to leave?"

He chuckled again but did not answer, instead, he joined her underneath the bedding.

She rolled into his arms and nestled her head on his shoulder, entangling her legs with his.

"Is cuddling part of the premium package?" She asked and his chest vibrated. "You must give me the name of your agency so I can leave you a five-star review. "

Nick went quiet, and a small frown furrowed between her brows when his body stiffened. A little worried pang clenched her heart. She snuggled deeper.

"Nick, I like you. I am glad May chose you," she slurred with a sudden overwhelming tiredness.

"I like you too, Amelia."

Amelia smiled, and happily drifted off to sleep.

*

Nick awoke with Amelia's mouth around his shaft, her hand lazily pumping as her tongue licked the tip teasingly.

"Amelia, what are you doing?" He breathed, his eyes trying to focus. The room was still dark, but the faint shimmering of sunrise gleamed against the window. He lifted his head and saw she was straddled over his legs, her knees pressing tightly against him. Her breasts were rubbing against his thighs, and the friction of her nipples sparked tiny tremors cascading through every nerve.

He closed his eyes again, savoring the moment.

Fuck, it felt so good.

"Amelia," he said more firmly when his gut tightened, and she did not answer. Instead, her hand pumped faster, and her mouth took him in more fully.

His hips inadvertently bucked, and Amelia gagged. His eyes shot open.

"Fuck, I am sorry," he apologized trying to sit up, but he groaned arching back as she continued drawing his hardness in and out.

"Amelia!" He rasped, balling his hands into fists. His abdomen was on fire.

Amelia moved, the warmth of her hand and mouth was replaced by the heat of her body. His shaft disappeared deep inside her, her walls gripping him tightly. Tortuously she rocked her hips in a rhythmic slow tempo.

"Touch me, Nick," she whispered, gingerly reaching for his hands to bring them up to cradle her breasts.

Nick swallowed hard, his hands squeezing the soft mounds before rubbing the aching pebbles with his palms. He licked his lips, and his shaft jerked.

Fuck.

It was taking all his control not to flood her right now. He was dangerously on the brink.

"Amelia- "

"Fuck me, Nick," she begged, and she slipped her hand down to touch her nub. Her hips jerked quicker as her fingers rolled over her sweet spot. With a speed that shocked her, Nick flipped them.

And with almost brutality, he jackhammered his shaft gloriously in and out of her wetness.

She lifted her knees, spreading her womanhood for Nick wider. Her hand was still lodged between them and her fingers flicked her nub, sparking her climax.
"Oh, Nick," she moaned, biting her lip.

"Fuck, Amelia!" Nick pulsed his release and her walls fluttered around him, her back arching as the tremors gripped her body.

*

Nick finally slumped forward, and she wrapped her arms around her. He stayed on top of her until their breathing returned to normal before rolling off and out of her arms.

Amelia flung an arm over her eyes, blocking out the singular ray of light threatening to engulf the room.

The weight on the bed shifted as Nick got out. Her heart pounded listening to him silently leaving the bedroom.

She turned around, pressing her face into her pillow. She has never been so bold in her life.

What the hell has gotten into her?

Because it was morning.

She lifted her face, glaring at the window.

She had been delirious waking up to find Nick still in the bed. To be so recklessly brazen was something she would never have done. But the temptation had been too hard to resist.

She giggled.

And he most definitely had not minded.

The sound of the running shower filled the room, and she twisted around, expecting to see Nick. But the bathroom door remained ajar. Several seconds passed that quickly turned into minutes.

Was he waiting for her to join him?

She was still debating what to do when he emerged with a towel around his waist.

"The water is still hot if you want to shower," he said casually heading out of the bedroom.

"Oh, okay," Amelia blinked. She hesitated for a heartbeat before jumping out of bed and sprinting for the bathroom.

*

Amelia emerged fifteen minutes later huddled in a towel to discover her clothes, including the red dress, neatly folded on the edge of a perfectly made-up bed. Even the pillows were plumped up and stacked against the headboard. The early morning light streaming in through the window made it painfully clear that the night's events had been erased.

The room next door was eerily quiet too.

Has he left?

She quickly dressed, grabbing fresh underwear and a T-shirt from her suitcase.

She took a deep breath and left the bedroom. A quick scan confirmed Nick was gone and her heart clenched painfully.

Just like that? No goodbye or thanks for the fuck?

Amelia laughed. How had she gotten so wrapped up in a man who had been paid to have sex with her?

She walked over to her purse and dug for her cell phone. Surprisingly, she had several missed calls from May. All from last night. She frowned.

She dialed May and walked out onto the balcony. Her eyes caught the small, black velvet box adorned with a red bow on the table, and she picked up the small card with her hand-scrawled name on it.

Happy Birthday, Beautiful. N - was all that was written inside.

"Amelia??? I have been trying- "

"I will call you back." Amelia disconnected May and sank into a chair.

Her hands trembled as she hesitantly opened the box.

Whatever she had expected, it was not the delicate white gold necklace adorned with the embracing lovers' pendant. She knew from just looking at it, that it cost a fortune.

What the fuck?

*