_ Amelia _

Sunlight fell on my face and I rolled away because it was suddenly too bright behind my eyelids.

My body came to a stop when I met with resistance on the other side of the bed. My palm connected with rigid abdominal muscles and my eyes snapped open.

Light grey eyes stared back at me and I couldn't help the instant flutter of wings in my stomach. These so-called butterflies were wild as fuck, soft wings flapping every which way.

Willem blessed me with a slow smile, his eyes shining bright in the early morning light.

I returned the smile as my mind drifted back to last night. We did not have sex, but our bond was getting stronger with each revelation, and every touch, every kiss brought us closer physically.

I was glad he stopped us before we took this sex thing too far but at the same time, I wanted to do explicitly naughty things with this man.

I didn't want to complicate an already delicate situation with sex and all the feel-good hormones that came with it.

It wasn't too long ago that I was hunkering for a divorce. I had no idea how long this moment of bliss was going to last before Willem dropped another bombshell on me.

I took a lock of his blondish curls between my fingers and then I ran my hand over the curls falling to one side of his face. "Did you sleep okay?"

"It was torture sleeping next to you," he drawled in his sexy accent. "I was rock hard the entire night. You do this thing where you push your ass against me and wouldn't stop until we were inseparable."

"It's kind of chilly in here with the A.C. on, guess I was trying to stay warm. You're toasty hot, especially down here." I wrapped my hand around his cock through his silk pajamas.

He jumped and I felt his pulse beating beneath my palm, getting harder and bigger and longer. I couldn't believe how brave I was so early in the morning.

The silk glided with ease over his throbbing arousal as I stroked his thick shaft in an up and down motion.

His hand shot forward and he grabbed me by my hair, drawing me closer to his face.

"You better know what the fuck you just started. I'm no saint, Amelia. I want to put my dick up your tight little pussy with a desperation that is foreign to me." His voice rumbled near my ear in a coarse whisper.

God, I wished he was as straight forward with everything else as he was with sex. My virgin ears were having a field day, but his directness was a mega turn-on.

I kept on stroking him, using the same motion over and over. I read somewhere, probably in the Cosmopolitan magazine, that staying consistent and not stopping was vital to a good handjob.

To my disappointment, Willem covered my hand after a moment, stopping all movement. I watched him as he made quick work of getting rid of his silk bottoms. His cock sprang free, aiming tall toward the ceiling and I couldn't help but stare at his well rounded, and firmly tucked balls.

He sat up in bed and motioned for me to kneel between his thighs. Once I was in position, he cupped my chin and I leaned forward on my hands to accommodate him.

He kissed me gently at first, and then roughly, his hand at the back of my head like a guide. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and it was sweet fucking torture.

When he finally released me, my lips felt bruised. I licked them and I saw his eyes flare with lust and intense need.

My inexperienced hand went back to his rigid shaft and he swore. I took my hand away and he shook his head.

"Too much friction against dry skin," he informed me.

"Oh." Of course, I scolded myself. Why didn't I think of that? "Do you have lube?"

"We don't need that." He held his hand out in front of my mouth. "Spit."

"What? You want me to spit in your hand?"

"Yes."

I hesitated. Was this normal? I didn't remember reading anything about this in the magazine.

"Trust me. It's for your pleasure and mine."

I looked down at his hand and back at his face. I saw a man who was turned on by his woman, me. Nothing more, nothing less. And what was a little spit?

I opened my mouth and carefully spat into his palm.

"More," he demanded, tugging on my lower lip.

The action sent fire blazing through my veins in a direct path to my clit. My core clenched and unclenched, ramping my arousal even more.

This time, I gave him everything I had. He smiled and I watched as he wrapped his large hand around his erection, coating it with my saliva. Who knew such a simple act could be so sexy?

He groaned and put my hand back on him. "Use both hands, baby," he moaned, leaning back against the headboard with his head.

As predicted, the harsh friction was minimized and I was ice skating around his cock with ease.

"Unbutton your shirt, schatje. Let me see your lovely breasts."

I popped the buttons with one hand, distracted by the dewdrop of liquid forming at the engorged tip.

Yup, I was thinking about putting it in my mouth. My heart hammered in my chest and I decided to go for it.

My tongue darted out and came into contact with that gorgeous head. Willem moaned, his hip jerking forward, and now his shaft was in my mouth.

I looked up at him and he stared back at me, grey eyes blazing with heat.

A loud knock sounded at the door and I jumped a little.

Willem groaned in annoyance. "Oh fuck, baby, don't stop."

The knock sounded again, louder this time. "Willem, I don't mean to disturb, but the helicopter will be here in fifteen minutes," a man sounding like Omar said through the door.

"We'll be down in a moment," Willem answered back. He looked at me, exasperation written all over his face. "I just wanted to stay in bed with you all day today."

"What helicopter is he talking about?"

He tugged on my hand, leaving me no choice but to straddle him. I wasn't wearing any underwear and I immediately felt the warmth of his cock against my wet pussy lips.

"The early ferries were all full, so I arranged a helicopter to get us back to St. Maarten before visiting hours at the hospital." He cupped my ass once and then twice. "I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind, although I have to admit we were just getting started."

"We'll have plenty of time to finish when we get back. I'm taking two weeks off, something I haven't done in years. I want to show you around the island and maybe convince you to stay here with me. I hope you like to eat. We have a few amazing local restaurants and the food is beyond anything you've ever tasted."

"I wouldn't say I like to eat, but I do enjoy good food." I ignored the part about staying here with him.

"Perfect." He planted a soft kiss on my lips. "Go pack your stuff and I'll meet you downstairs. I'll get Xiomara to help you."

I crossed one leg over him and scooted off the bed. I didn't get far before he called me back.

He got out of bed, his naked body languid and tall. I didn't even notice I was back at the bed until the back of my thighs hit the mattress.

"Sit down," he rasped and now I was almost eye level with his still hard cock. He ran his fingertips down the side of my face leading to my neck, and then he nudged my shoulders until I was lying flat on my back, legs hanging off the bed.

He lifted them and knelt at the apex of my thighs. "You didn't think I would let you leave this room without tasting you first?"

His breath fanned against my sex causing me to shiver. Using a scissoring motion, he spread me apart, and then he fastened his entire mouth on my clit.

My eyelids drifted down and I saw stars. Heat spread throughout my body causing my nipples to harden.

Damn, his tongue was fucking magical, rasping, licking, sucking. I trembled and my legs closed around his head, my torso lifting off the bed.

He protested by spanking the side of my butt. That's when I got the holy spasms and I came to the realization that I was about to come.

I was not ready, but Willem was determined. He entered one finger inside me and I thought about that time in his kitchen and how good it had all felt.

I moaned and threw my head back. His grip on my thighs tightened, holding me in place. This position wasn't only good for delivering babies, I mused. I never thought that lying flat on my back with my legs in the air could ever feel so damn good.

His finger was coated with my juices and I could tell that Willem was getting a kick out of the sounds emanating from my - up until now - sacred sex box.

The zing started at my breasts and traveled down to my legs. My core tightened as my orgasm washed over me, leaving me spent and out of breath.

Willem carefully lowered my legs and helped me to sit up straight. He kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips.

"That should hold you off until we can finish this," he said, watching my face and laughing.

"I think you made it worse. Now I want you more than ever."

"Good. I like knowing that you want me just as bad as I want you."

I walked back to my room in a daze. I opened the door and Xiomara was there making the bed.

She studied me in the morning light and a soft smile appeared on her face. "Somebody looks like they had a great time last night."

"More like this morning," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

I'd never had the sex talk with a woman my age before, so this was a first.

"Oh, I heard you. I was about to go and clean Willem's room and I found it odd that he hadn't been down for breakfast, so I placed my ear to the door."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's a little unprofessional, don't you think?"

"Lighten up, chica. As soon as I heard what was going on, I moved on to the next room. I ended up feeding your cat as well. He nearly bit my fingers off." She glared at Oreo who was sitting on the rug next to the reading chair licking his paws.

I opened the dresser and started taking out my stuff. "I'm sorry. I just think sex between two people should be private. The last time Filo and Tessa walked in on us in the kitchen. I was horrified."

"I'm sure Filo didn't mind. I love that woman. She would do anything to see Willem happy. But Tessa... " Xiomara stuffed a pillow in its case. "She's miserable."

"Why do you think that is?" I grabbed my pink suitcase out of the closet and opened it on the bed.

"She wants your husband, and for eleven years he's paid her no attention. That would drive any sane woman insane. Women don't take rejection well. At least, I know I don't."

I paused halfway through folding a long skirt I hadn't worn yet. "How did it go with Omar last night after we left?"

"At first he was shocked. He asked me like a dozen times if I was certain the baby was his." She shook her head in disbelief. "He wasn't too happy that the news came from you."

"That's understandable. It's a delicate situation. I shouldn't have gotten involved, but at least everything is out in the open now."

"Yes, including your marriage. They can't stop talking about it. I guess the news came as a surprise."

"Who's they?" I asked, getting my sneakers from the walk-in closet. I turned around, searching for my heels when I realized that I'd left them, including my dress and underwear in Willem's room.

"The men, of course," Xiomara answered a little disgruntled. "Francois and Hunter. Francois thinks you're adorable and a perfect match for Willem."

"What does Hunter think?"

"Oh, that man is jealous."

"Hmm."

I tried to hide the fact that I had made out with Hunter right here, in this room where she was standing next to the table, by brushing hair off my forehead that wasn't even there.

"Have you met Bradley?" I asked.

"Willem's son? He's adorable. They have the same grey eyes. I only met him that one time and he sounded so smart for a kid his age. It's too bad what happened with the accident."

I was about to ask her how she thought that Willem was coping with it all, but decided against it.

"Having a child in a coma is going to be hard on any parent," I said instead.

Xiomara touched her belly. "This little one isn't even here yet and I'm already so protective of him. It's weird, so I can't imagine what Willem is going through right now." She sighed. "Rumors are that Bradley seemed angry after he was seen talking to a stranger. And without looking, he got back on his bike. That's when the car hit him."

My suitcase was almost fully packed at this point. All I had to do now was take a shower. "This stranger. Did he see when the car hit Bradley?"

"I don't know. He wasn't around when the ambulance came."

I heard the roar of a helicopter in the distance, a reminder to get going. I showered quickly and made it downstairs just in time as Willem was getting impatient standing in the foyer with his hands in his pocket.

"Grumpy doesn't suit you," I whispered near his ear.

Those grey eyes fastened on me. "You drive me mad in a good way. You left your scent all over my sheets this morning. This," He pointed at his grumpy face, "is me dying to catch a glimpse of you again. To touch you again."

He tipped my chin up and claimed my lips. I melted on the inside, my lips moving beneath his. His hand closed around my waist, pulling me closer to his hard body.

He released me slowly, brushing his thumb against my lower lip.

"Are you ready to meet my son?" he asked.

"Yes, let's do this."

He nodded. "Hunter, please carry Amelia's suitcase to the helicopter."

I looked behind me and saw Hunter walking toward us, his serious face fixed like a stone. He barely acknowledged me as I rolled the suitcase toward him and I knew he'd seen the heated kiss from a moment ago.

Oh well, that was life. There was never anything going on between us, to begin with. But because of me, he was now in an awkward position with his boss.

"I'm reassigning Hunter," Willem told me, clearly not happy with the way I was staring at Hunter as he walked to the helicopter. "He's one of the best workers I have and everyone who's stayed here only had great things to say about him."

"He's good at what he does." I swallowed the lump I felt forming in my throat. Hunter was not going to be happy with Willem's decision.

"Did you kiss him on your date?"

I could tell it took a lot out of him to ask me that question. "The date never happened."

"Why not? You were adamant about going on that date."

"He called it off after he found out I was your wife. So reassigning him might be a bad idea."

"Good to know, but I've already put the paperwork in motion. And I don't need a reminder of the things the two of you might have done before I got here. I know Hunter. He's good with the ladies."

He took my hand and walked to the helicopter which was a distance away in a large field.

As we got closer, the loud drone of the propellers drowned out any thoughts I had of arguing with Willem to keep Hunter at his post.

Omar joined us, waving to Xiomara as we took off. I smiled. It looked like Omar was getting used to the idea of becoming a dad.

The helicopter veered to the left and Willem interlocked our fingers when I reached out to the side, needing something to hold to.

I was glad it was his hand.

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