“No thanks required,” I replied.

When Daniel opened the car door for us, we slid inside, our hands never unlinking.

Silently, my thumb rubbed slow circles over her hand. When she placed her leg over the top of my thigh, I felt the excitement rising in the pit of my stomach. Releasing her hand, I slid up her dress until my hand rested on her smooth upper thigh.

I wanted her. It felt like it had been years since I had had her, and when she moved to sit in my lap, I knew she wanted me just as bad. We weren’t going to make it back to the hotel suite. I slipped the yellow strap of her dress off her shoulder, allowing me kiss her neck, my right hand grabbing a handful of her breast. Annoyed with the fabric, needing to feel her skin, I pulled the down the top of her dress, bra included, freeing her breasts.

“Noah!” she squealed as I pinched her nipple, tugging on it. She rubbed her ass on my cock, teasing me just as much as I was teasing her.

“Do you know how long I’ve thought about fucking you?” I asked, biting the top of her ear. “How badly I’ve wanted to bury my dick in your pussy, Amelia? I’m losing my mind here.”

She could only moan in response.

“Daniel,” I called out, not bothering to look away from her body, my hands sliding into her underwear. “Find a place to park and come back in an hour.”

Without question or hesitation, he pulled over. Leaving the car on, he stepped out. I really didn’t give a damn if he was in the car or not when I took her, but I didn’t want her overanalyzing this later.

Pushing down the rest of her dress until it and her bra sat around her waist, I kissed down her spine as she bent over as far as she could within the backseat of the Mercedes.

She turned back to face me, lust burning hotter than the sun in her blue eyes. Slowly she slid off my lap and onto the seat beside me. Undoing my pants, she reached into them and wrapped her hand around my cock.

“Can I taste you?” she asked, but she didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, kneeling, she licked the tip of me, and my cock twitched against her tongue.

She licked my cock from top to base not once, not twice, but three times before taking me into her hot, soaking wet mouth.

“Jesus fuck, Amelia,” I hissed, brushing her hair from her face so I could watch as she sucked me off. Being in her mouth was the sweetest kind of torture. Reaching over, I lifted up the bottom part of her dress, exposing her lacy thong. As I pulled on it, she gasped, wiggling her ass for me.

SMACK.

SMACK.

“Ahh!” she gasped, breathing heavily.

SMACK.

 Her tongue wrapped around me as I thrust into her mouth. And it was like she knew I was barely hanging on and decided to step up her game. She sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down, all while massaging my balls in her hand. I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat.

Dear god.

SMACK.

I hit hard this time, enjoying the redness of her ass. Pulling her hair back, I forced her to release my dick, and when I did, I kissed her hard, tasting all of her mouth. She moaned in response, grabbing tightly on to my hair.

When we parted, her lips hovered over mine, a look of need on her face.

“Turn around,” I demanded, and all she could do was nod, giving me full access to her ass as she laid across my lap.

Rubbing it, I grabbed a handful of both cheeks, then slapped it hard.

“Ahh…” she moaned in pleasure and pain.

“Who do you belong to?” I whispered, my body shaking with excitement at her like this, completely under my control.

She glanced back as she gripped the door handle and said, “I belong to no one.”

She was toying with me, and this time when I smacked her ass, her legs shook and her toes curled, her mouth dropping open.

“To whom do you belong?” I asked again, and this time, she didn’t—maybe couldn’t—answer with words. Sweat clung to her skin, rolling down her neck. She was itching for me to touch her again as she sat up on all fours. But I wouldn’t until she answered my question.

“Who do you belong to?” I repeated.

“You.” She glanced back over her shoulder, her lips parting with another rush of pleasure as I simply touched her back.

“Please…Noah. Fuck me,” she begged, and there were no better words in the English language. Sitting up, she rocked her wet pussy over my cock. Holding on to her waist, I tried to control myself, but god fucking damn it, I needed her just as much.

Taking my dick in my hand, I pressed up against her red ass, rubbing slowly before finally thrusting deeply into her.

“Noah!” she cried out, grabbing the seat in front of her. Holding her hips, I didn’t move for a few seconds, allowing her to adjust to me, my hands working her hips until I could grab her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples as my thrust quickened and I fucked her like a wild animal, her breasts bouncing in my hands.

I couldn’t fight anymore. With each thrust, with every moan that escaped from both of our mouths, I wanted more. I wanted everything about her. I kissed down her spine as she called my name over and over again as if she were singing as I fucked her.

So…fucking…tight…

Somehow, we turned over, her on all fours in the backseat, me hunched over her on my knees.

“Amelia…” I couldn’t speak. She looked beautiful, sinful, but I couldn’t tell her, so I let my dick speak for me.

“Yes! Noah! Yes!” she cried, coming for me.

My vision blurred as I came closer, until—

“Fuck, Amelia,” I hissed, slamming into her once more as I too came.

With the little strength I had left, I pulled out of her, sitting back and pulling her onto my lap. She rested her head right under my chin, breathing in the smell of our sex as it filled the car, her heartbeat rapidly beating against mine.

“You … know what the … best part of all of this is?” she managed to say through deep breaths.

I kissed the side of her head. “What?”

“We get to go to work and do this all over again,” she replied, and I laughed.

When our lives weren’t shitty, it was fucking glorious.

“We owe a lot to this movie,” I told her, hugging to me. “Who knows where either of us would be without it? So in honor of Sinners Like Us, let’s fuck like champions.”

She giggled. “When don’t we?”

I loved her more than life itself.

Chapter Nine

Noah

I wasn’t expecting anything when we got to set the next morning. But the moment we entered the casino, the wave of applause confused both Amelia and me. Smiling from ear to ear, the director came over to us.

“If it isn’t the couple the world is talking about,” he said, lifting a magazine cover. There was a photo of Amelia and me making out in front of the Chicago police department, the words “Unconditionally in Love” captioning the picture. It wasn’t just that; apparently the premiere date of Sinner Like Us had been pushed up.

“December?” Amelia noticed too, taking the magazine from me. We were already stressing, trying to get it ready for Valentine’s Day next year.

“Midnight Empire Studios wanted to capitalize on your growing fame. I’m sure your agents will explain more when they are done screening your calls.” He put a hand on my shoulder and one on Amelia’s, saying, “Thank you for proving me right. Today, we will be doing a few interviews for the DVD before filming.”

When he let go, clapping his hands for the rest of the cast and crew, Amelia sighed, turning back to me.

“December?” she repeated again.

“What’s life without a good challenge?” I asked. I honestly didn’t care, as long as I was coming in to work with her every day.

“Mr. Sloan, Ms. London?” The executive producer, So Jim Zhang, stepped in front of us, extending his hand to shake ours. We all knew who he was, yet we had never really crossed paths before now. “I know it wasn’t intentional, nor was it under the best circumstances, but I have a feeling that this movie is about to blow up even beyond our expectations. My assistant will be the one asking you the questions for the DVD.”