If I didn't have to work I would've laid in bed with Amelia all damn day. Having her lay on my chest like that, especially after the night we'd had, just felt right. I never cuddle after an entire night of rolling around in the sheets but I had with her this morning. I'd run my fingers through her silky dark brown waves, loving the way it felt against my fingers. I'd breathed her in, relaxing after a full night of pleasuring one another. My mornings after an all night sexfest were never as easy going as this morning had been. It was a nice change of pace.

After I'd told her I had to go to work I'd showered and changed. She'd poked her head in before I left and had said goodbye, telling me to have a good day. That was the only awkward part. I wasn't sure whether I should kiss her, hug her, or just kind of wave. I settled on the later and her face had told me that probably wasn't the best way to go but I'd still left regardless. I spent my entire drive to work mentally scolding myself for it.

I park my car in the company garage and take the elevator to the appropriate floor. I greet the receptionist, Jessica, with a wave and a smile. She blushes just like she does every single time. She's pretty, very pretty, but I have an aversion toward secretaries. After my father had fucked all of his, including the one he cheated on my mother with, wanting to bang a secretary was definitely not something I ever fantasized about doing. Yeah, that particular fetish was not hanging out in my spank bank.

Speaking of that... I think back to having my face between Amelia's legs. I can feel the satisfied smirk take over my face when I think about how my dirty girl had told me to shut up and make her come. Get a few drinks in Amelia and she's a dirty little vixen. The way she tells me every little thing and exactly what she wants turns me on entirely too much. She knew what she wanted in the pleasure department and was not afraid to tell me just how and what she desired. I absolutely fucking love it.

"Looks like someone had a good weekend." I look up to see Mr. Warner leaning against the conference room door with a knowing look. "Looks like the best friend coming to town was good for you." I'd say he has no idea but from the look on his face he knows exactly how good it was.

"Yes sir. It was a very good thing she came." His brow raises slightly and I realize the double meaning that statement has. "Came to Vegas, I mean." Ah fuck. That just made it worse. "I'm just glad she came on me, uh, for me." His eyes widen and I want to hit myself. "Came for my birthday." God, I'd love for us to come together on my birthday. I need to stop thinking about coming. My mind does the exact opposite as I start to think about playing with my come in her. He clears his throat loudly, like he could read my mind. "Sorry sir."

"Got to have your head in the game, James." Not in the gutter. Right. If he only knew how I'd had quite the head game last night. I need to stop thinking about sex.

"Did you go over the reports I asked you to?"

"Yes sir. I went over them yesterday." Before I went out with Amelia and then came back home with her. Before I spent my entire night pleasuring her.

"Why don't you go over them again in your office and get back to me."

"Okay. Are you sure?"

"Seems like you need a minute to get yourself together." Not a lot makes me turn bright red but that statement I know did just that. "I'll see you in a half hour." I nod and turn away feeling completely embarrassed.

Once I'm in my office I close the door and blow out a long frustrated breath. I acted like a complete fucking idiot just a moment ago in front of one of the most powerful men in Las Vegas. I acted like an idiot because of pussy. Not just any pussy. No, pussy is pussy even if it's Amelia's pussy. No need to act like a complete asshat in front of my boss because of it.

I turn on my computer, ready to go over the documents Mr. Warner had asked me to. The moment I start looking at them I feel my phone go off in my pocket. I pull it out and look at Amelia's name popped up on my screen. I click on the notification and can't help but smile at the text asking if I want to meet up for lunch. I text her back automatically, telling her to meet up with me at the office.

Not just any pussy. Not just any woman. No, it's Amelia. My Amelia.

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"Hi, I'm here for Jamie." I hear Amelia's voice down the hallway talking to Jessica. "I'm his friend."

"Ah, you're the best friend. Amelia, right?" Mr. Warner asks her.

"Yes, that'd be me."

"I'm Lucas Warner, Jamie's boss." I hear my boss begin conversing with her and I immediately exit out of every single thing I'm doing. They're still talking and she's laughing at something he's said. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd almost say it was her flirty laugh but Mr. Warner is a good amount of years older than her. My thoughts go to another individual she'd told me was in the later part of his thirties. Rhoen. Apparently, to Amelia, age was truly just a number.

Once I exit my office I walk down the hallway, catching Amelia's brown hair flowing down her back. It's lying on top of the blue sundress she's wearing. She's laughing again, the most whimsical sound anyone will ever hear, and I can't help but smile at the sight and sound of her. From the looks on Mr. Warner and Jessica's faces I'd say they felt pretty much the same way. Amelia was extremely likable even though she didn't like being around people all too much.

Ever since I've known her she's been rather introverted. Get her into small groups, a handful of people, and she's like this. She's a complete wonder. If she were extroverted I'm sure she'd steal the attention of entire rooms. That just wasn't Amelia though. The only person she was like that for mostly was me. That side of her, for the most part, belongs solely to me.

"Hey Mellie." I walk up beside her and wrap my arm around her waist.

"Hey Jamie." She looks up over her right shoulder at me with a wide smile. "Ready to eat?" I try to hold back the smirk I want to display but fail miserably.

"Yes, I've got quite the appetite." Her eyes glare infinitesimally.

"Well, we'll let the two of you get to it then." Mr. Warner gives me a smile but just as Amelia turns her back to him I catch the wink he gives me. I make my feet move but am slightly flabbergasted in my head. Did my boss just really wink at me like he knew what I'd been referring to? There's no fucking way. I had to be imagining things.

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The car ride had been mostly quiet on the way to the restaurant. We'd talked casually about my day and about hers too. Nothing about our talk was of much consequence though. No, because there was another giant sex elephant in the room. One that neither one of us seemed to want to talk about. Because, at this point, having sexual intercourse with one another on three separate occasions, within a month of each other and the last within a few days, wasn't just on accident.

"Amelia?" She doesn't look up at me as she picks at her salad. "About what happened between us-"

"Listen, we don't need to go over the specifics of what both of us enjoyed last night, alright?" She still isn't looking at me. She's just picking at her salad still.

"I don't want to talk about last night." No, I want to talk about this morning. I want to talk about the urge to not go to work because I wanted to lay in bed with her all day. I want to talk about how her head felt against my chest. That is what I want to talk about.

"Okay, so then what do you want to talk about?" I hate that she's still not looking at me. Anti-social Amelia isn't one I'm familiar with. She's never like this with me and I absolutely fucking hate it.

"For fuck's sake." I feel my agitation with her vacancy toward me boil over. "I want to talk about this morning, Amelia." I whisper-shout the words at her which makes her freeze. I would've actually shouted if we weren't in a restaurant and there weren't people everywhere.

"What about it?" Still no eye contact.

"Can you just fucking look at me already before I make a fucking scene? Please?" That makes her look up at me as she silently drops her fork onto her plate. "Jesus. Thank you."

"What about this morning?" And that's when I see it. I see Amelia's vulnerability. There is something she isn't telling me and Amelia tells me everything. Well, apparently everything except whatever is swirling around in those chocolate-colored orbs of hers.

"I really enjoyed this morning." I admit honestly.

"Which part? The part where you told me there was no problem and everything was whatever or the part when you waved me a casual goodbye? Both were pretty fucking awkward, Jamie." Her tone is bitter and I don't even blame her. I was kind of an ass.

"Truthfully?" She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at me like I'm playing a joke on her. I mean, maybe she thinks I am. I most certainly am not though. "I really enjoyed waking up next to you. I-" I don't really know how to continue. I'm feeling way too unguarded and it's a completely foreign feeling. "I- it was nice. It felt good."

"Yeah, the sex is good. We've already established that." She shrugs her shoulders and looks off to the side saying, "we don't need to talk about the specifics."

I let out a frustrated breath before I say, "that's not what I mean, Mel. That's not what I'm trying to say."

"Okay, then what are you trying to say, Jamie?" Her brow is furrowed as she studies my features. I know she's trying to figure me out but I also know she's not going to be able to. This, this is different. I don't know how to explain this to her.

"I didn't want to leave you this morning." No, I'd wanted to lay in bed with her all day combing my fingers through her silky locks.

"I know I'm here for only another week and a half or so but that doesn't mean-"

"No, Amelia, that's not what I mean." I blow out a deep breath and hold her eyes with mine. "I mean..." I sip my water before continuing, "I liked waking up next to you. I enjoyed it. I didn't want to let you go."

"Well, I missed you too and being with you again is nice." Nice. It felt more than nice. I know she thinks the same thing.

"I think we should be more than just friends." I blurted the words out at her and her eyes go wide.