“I think Marmalade will like it here with all the windows,” Amelia says.
I spin, taking in the small but cheerful room. There are a lot of windows, but there’s enough wall to leave me plenty of room for a creative cat gym. “And there're no limits to how many nails I can put in the walls?”
Amelia presses her lips together. “This is a rental, but the owner said I can do whatever I want as long as I fix it before I move out.” She looks away, twists her hands together, then looks back at me, something brazen in her eyes. “And I’m working really hard to be able to buy it from them so I won’t have to change anything.”
“That’s awesome,” I say. “I have a lot of ideas. Mind if I take a few measurements to get started?”
She nods. “Are you going to tell me about your big ideas?”
“I promise I’ll tell you before I start installing anything. In fact, I can show you mock-ups on a laptop.”
“That would be great,” she says as Marmalade winds around her legs, purring.
I have never before in my life been envious of a cat, but I’m envious as hell right now. Especially when Amelia gives the cat the sweetest smile and bends down to pet his fluffy head. “Who’s a good boy?” she asks in a child-like voice.
And I’m hard. Is that weird? It seems weird that a baby voice turns me on, but I’m pretty confident everything about Amelia is guaranteed to have that effect on me.
I turn to the wall and get to work, fully aware of Amelia behind me. I take a few measurements, then glance back at her. Yep, her eyes are directly on my ass. I am so glad I wore these jeans today.
Grinning, I finish up and set my measuring tape and notebook on a small table before sauntering over to her. “I’m all done,” I say in the weirdest damn voice. “I’m all set. Want to—”
Before I can suggest a movie, she grabs my shoulders and pops onto her tiptoes so she’s at my eye-level. “One more kiss for the road?”
So much for spending more time with her. Yet again, she’s reminding me that this is not going anywhere. I dip my head and catch her lips with my own.
I mean to keep the kiss somewhat tame because of her earlier discomfort about me coming inside, but that goes out the window when she deepens the kiss, then throws her arms around my shoulders and propels herself up until she’s high enough to wrap her legs around my waist.
This is a definite first. I’ve never had a woman literally climb me like a tree before.
And I amsohere for it. I kiss her right back and grip her soft ass as I push her against the nearest wall.
I’m just looking for some more support, a little extra room to work, but she tilts her hips, grinding against my hardness, and I’m lost to sensation and the damn incessant begging for relief from my cock.
“You feel so good,” she says with a moan as I drop my head and kiss her smooth neck. I have the urge to suck hard, to leave my mark on her, so she doesn’t forget me after I leave.
She tilts her hips again and lets out a little whine. “More. Please.”
I have never been happier to oblige. Shifting her higher, I grind my hard cock against her, our clothes both an unwelcome barrier and an additional increase of friction.
I groan against her neck and go back to her mouth, desperate for another taste of her.
“You know what? We’ll come back later.” The unfamiliar female voice breaks through my lust haze and, for just a moment, I think it came from Marmalade.
Irrational thought, but there’s no one else in the house. Maybe Amelia has a roommate?
Amelia pulls back and gasps. “Ellery,” she says. “I’m so sorry. I totally lost track of time.”
Amelia pushes against me, and I step back far enough that she can slide to the floor and step away from me. I’m hard as a fucking rock, so I turn away, pretending to gather up my measuring tape and notebook and studying the view from the window while I work on calming the hell down.
“Don’t stop on our account,” Ellery says. “We can go to my house tonight.”
“We really don’t mind,” another woman says. How many women are here? And how did they sneak in so silently?
“It’s okay,” Amelia says. “Deacon was just, um, helping me with my cat gym for Marmalade. I’m sure he has somewhere he needs to be.”
I have many flaws, but not being able to take a hint isn’t one of them.
“I need to get home,” I say, as I turn to face Amelia and thethreeother women now standing in her sunroom. One of whom I saw in the diner the other night - Ellery. “Early morning.” Which reminds me… “I can stop by tomorrow to start work on Marmalade’s gym.”