the top of her demi-cut dress. A far cry from the innocent little doll I first met. “Perhaps he couldn’t help himself.”
“And what’s your excuse?”
“I don’t bother with excuses. I find your tits to be very appealing.”
The corner of her lips twitch. “Would you like to find a quiet place to talk?”
“Very much.”
“Show me the way, then.”
Pushing up from my chair, I take her hand, leading her toward the doorway that exits to the main hallway.
“Lucian! Lucian, my boy, where are you?” my father calls for me over the cacophony of wealthy men boasting and bragging.
Amelia comes to a stop, tugging at my arm. “Is it time for the toast?”
Shaking my head, I yank her forward. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here before he sees me.”
“Lucian! Lucian, where are you?” my father calls again from the center of the room, where he’s drowning in black tuxedos.
With a giggle, she scampers behind me, as we battle our way through the crowd and out the door.
“Lucian!” Halfway down the hallway, I hear a familiar voice calling out to me. “Wait! Your father is looking for you!”
Rand.
Chuckling over our escape, I drag Amelia down the endless corridor and around the corner. Her giggles echo from behind, as we hustle to get away.
“Lucian!” Rand calls, still chasing after us.
“In here.” I bang a left and plow through the first door, tugging her inside with me, and the door clicks as I close it shut. In the darkness of the closet, I feel her fingers curl into mine, while we wait.
“Lucian!” Rand’s voice is closer than before. “Lucian Blackthorne!”
Pitch blackness blankets the room, and her hand slides across my abdomen, clenching my stomach muscles on contact. Soft fingertips linger there, toying along the top of my belt. With her other hand still captured in mine, I loosen my buckle one-handedly, unzip my pants, and guide her hand down inside, curling her fingers around my shaft.
“Oh, my,” she whispers, stroking my cock without much direction.
“Lucian!” Rand seems to be right outside the door, and I bite my bottom lip, stomach muscles tight, as she runs her small and delicate hands up and down my dick. “Dear God, I don’t get paid enough for this shit,” he says, his voice growing weary and distant.
At the sound of his retreating footsteps, I twist around, slamming Amelia into a shelf that rattles whatever is stored there. Blindly hiking up her skirt, my fingertips are greeted by smooth skin up to her damp cotton panties.
She lets out a quiet moan.
Our movements are quick and frantic, punctuated by harsh breaths and clawing fingers. I slide her panties down her thighs, and feel a tight grip of my arm.
“Wait. Do you have a condom?”
Of course I do. If there’s one thing six years at an Ivy League college taught me, it’s never attend a party without one. I slide the condom from my back pocket, tear it open, and roll it down my shaft in the dark. Once in place, I gather up her dress and run my finger over her clit for a quick check.
Soaking wet.
I line my dick at her entrance and push forward, feeling her fingers dig into my nape on a whimper.
“Oh, God, Lucian. It’s … you’re going to split me half.”
“Relax,” I whisper, and reach through the darkness for her jaw.
Holding tight, I press my lips to hers, silencing her, and thrust again. This time harder than before, and the vibration of her outcry rumbles against my lips. Her warm, wet walls greet me each time I drive my hips forward, and it isn’t long before she’s panting for breath.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Don’t stop. Please.” The soft, breathy voice tickles my ear.
I hammer into her, and something crashes to the floor beside us. My whole body is hard, begging for release. Her pussy contracts around me as she cries out, but I can’t pull the trigger. Twenty minutes pass.
I can’t come.
“Lucian? What’s wrong?” Her fingertips slide down my hairline, and I snap my head away, irritated by the distraction.
Frustrated, I pull out of her and slide the condom off, tossing it to the floor, and furiously pump my dick with my own hand.
Still nothing.
I dip my fingers up inside of her, where the remnants of her climax leaves a warm sticky coating on my skin, and hold it to my nose, breathing in the smell of her pussy.
Nothing.
“Fuck!” Humiliation gets the best of me, the anger swelling inside of me as my cock turns