Huddled into the coat and held firmly to him, they exited the nightclub and returned to Amelia's hotel. The walk back was brisk and silent and by the time they entered the hotel's elevator, Amelia's muscles were knotted with tension.

"Nick- "

"Amelia, please. It is taking everything in me right now to not rip that dress off you and fuck you in this elevator."

Amelia shrank back, goosebumps erupting everywhere.

What?

The ride to the sixth floor felt like an eternity and when they eventually stepped inside her hotel room, her heart was pounding madly.

Nick closed the door and turned to her.

"Amelia, first, I want to apologize. I had never meant- "He paused and inhaled deeply as Amelia let the coat fall to the floor.
"I honestly only wanted- "He swallowed when her red dress joined the coat.

"I make the rules, right?" Amelia kicked off her red sandals and a hand glided up to release the little catch of the strapless white bra still cradling her breasts.
"I want you, Nick. And the only rule is that I want you to do what you were paid for."

The bulge in his jeans throbbed. The bra fell away and two perfectly rounded breasts, each adorned with a perky bud greeted him invitingly.

What had happened at the nightclub had been unintentional, wrecking his carefully thought-out plans. He had wanted to seduce her, slowly and deliberately. This night was quickly heading down a path he had wanted to resist for as long as possible.

But Amelia was deliciously intoxicating, and he wanted to fuck her here, right now.

Fuck.

Amelia was his for one night only, and he was going to make damn sure this would be one birthday she would never forget.

*

Amelia's breath caught in her throat as Nick suddenly moved with determination. In one swoop he ripped his t-shirt over his head and his jeans, along with his briefs, fell to the floor, releasing his arousal.

The sight of him almost made her swoon. He was magnificent.

She hardly had enough time to admire him fully before he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

*

The bedroom was dark but the soft light from the plaza streetlights below provided enough to cover them in an ethereal glow.

"Is this what you want, Amelia?" He asked, halting in front of the king-sized bed.

"Yes," she said determinedly. The moment she had stripped had been the moment she had given herself completely over to the situation. She wanted Nick.

He slowly released her, her body sliding down his, causing an eruption of shivers as their skins touched.

Amelia clutched his shoulders to steady herself, her thighs clenching as she felt his length press against her stomach. A hand cupped her jaw, his thumb settling on her chin, while the other covered a breast.

"You are so fucking beautiful," He growled, squeezing her breast, before bending his head to kiss her on the mouth, his thumb tugging her lips open.

The onslaught of his tongue invited hers into a frantic dance and the hand on her breast, rubbed and pinched the aching erect bud, throwing her into a spiraling daze of pleasure.

The hand on her face slid down to encircle her neck, and Nick stepped forward. Amelia's knees buckled against the edge of the bed, breaking their kiss as gravity pulled her down onto the bed. Nick knelt and his mouth sought the unoccupied peak.

A moan ripped from her throat as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing the skin. His hand around her neck tightened slightly, his thumb rubbing the hollow of her throat. Her hands weaved through his hair, cradling him.

His mouth released the wet and swollen peak, and both his hands shifted to her shoulders, pushing her to lie back on the bed. With one swift tug, Nick pulled off her lacy underwear. Amelia stiffened, pulling on her bottom lip when his hands curled around her thighs to spread them open. Her hands balled, resting on her stomach.

Nick hesitated when her body flinched the moment his mouth kissed the top of her thigh, seductively close to her most intimate spot. He lifted his head to look at her. His heart oddly tugged at the sight of her flushed cheeks and tightly squeezed eyes.

Amelia cringed inwardly at her lack of experience, feeling him hesitate. But she was not about to admit that no man had ever placed his mouth on the most cherished part of her womanhood. She bucked her hips, and he dipped his head and flicked his tongue tentatively against her. Amelia gasped, and a raw moan escaped her lips when he sucked on the exposed nub.

Amelia gripped the sheets on the bed, her lower body arching in response. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she thanked May for dragging her to get waxed.

"Th-that is so good," Amelia croaked, banishing her shyness into the whirl of sensations flooding her body.

Her reaction incited Nick's tongue and mouth to move with more enthusiasm. The pleasure of tasting her destroyed his intention to take it slow, allowing her to get accustomed to him. Her hips writhed under his mouth and his fingers dug into her thighs to hold her against him. Her folds were wet from his mouth and her arousal. His shaft throbbed and his gut clenched with anticipation.

"Nick, I-oh, fuck!" Amelia's muscles tensed as the first tremor of an impending orgasm racked her body.

Her eyes shot open when Nick abruptly stood. His hands tugged on her thighs, pulling her hips over the edge of the bed bringing her opening flush with his length. Their eyes locked, his eyes silently asking permission.

"Wh-what about protection?"

A glimmer of surprise flicked in his eyes before Nick rewarded her with a devastating smile, "I am risk-free of pregnancy or STDs. Part of the Premium Package."

Amelia's brows furrowed. She had conveniently forgotten Nick was being paid to do this. The heat of the moment instantly cooled, and she pulled on her bottom lip with her teeth, the urge to pull away suddenly overwhelming.

"Amelia?" His hands tightened on her thighs, his eyes searching for hers as he felt her withdrawing.

She averted her eyes, focusing on something outside the large bedroom window.

"Amelia, we can stop. Remember, you set the rules." He berated himself silently for stressing the obviousness of the situation. He wished he could tell her the truth. His shoulders sagged, resigning himself that Amelia's silence had answered his question. He slowly began to lower her legs.

"No, don't stop," Amelia whispered, looking at him again, "please, don't stop."

Without hesitation and with one quick thrust, he was swallowed by her body. Nick groaned at the tightness around his shaft.

"Fuck, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Nick asked, remaining motionless as her walls stretched to accommodate him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"I-I am fine," she rasped, licking her lips.

He had not spared her a second thought and had acted like a hormonal teenager, defying his experience and skill.

"We can still stop, Ame- "

"Nick shut up and fuck me."

Nick grabbed her hips and with a roll of his, he pumped with a brutal rhythm dissolving Amelia's shy inhibition in waves of pleasure. Their breathing became erratic, and heat pooled over their bodies.

Her walls spasmed and contracted around him, igniting flutters of ecstasy.

"Fuck," Nick panted as his gut tightened. His hips jackhammered into hers as he chased after her. With one last powerful thrust, he joined her on the precipice, and they rode the crescendo together.

"Th-that was a-amazing," Amelia stammered when Nick slumped forward, and she welcomed his weight against her clammy body. Her legs were still locked around his waist, with him still firmly lodged inside of her. His shaft was shockingly still erect, releasing an occasional pulse.

"You were incredible," Nick murmured, kissing her shoulder.

"Oh, uh-thank you, so-so were you," Amelia obligingly responded, disregarding the hiccup her heart had given. No man has ever praised her for sex.

Nick gave her a quick kiss, before untangling himself. He carefully withdrew from her with a gentleness that surprised her, before disappearing into the en-suite bathroom.

*