“It’s just gorgeous,” she whispered, smiling at Jake.
After finally managing to bribe Valerie with the promise of a foot rub, she had agreed to take Ernie for a couple of days, while Jake and Amber were in London. Jake had thought about whisking Amber off to Paris or maybe Rome, but he didn’t want to come across as too flashy, so he booked the River View Suite at the Savoy instead.
“Is it okay?” Jake asked, genuinely worried that he hadn’t been imaginative enough with his choice of venue. “I know it’s not Paris, but …”
Amber rushed over and jumped into Jake’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“It’s perfect,” she said, kissing Jake on the lips. “Thank you, but I’m still mad at you for not letting me pay half.”
“Hey, this is my treat,” Jake said.
“God, you are such a good boyfriend.” Amber sighed and leaned in for another kiss.
Jake immediately decided that this kiss was definitely going to another level. It was getting that the he needed Freckles like he needed food – he was starved without a taste of her. He gently squeezed the cheeks of her bottom and walked them both back to the suite’s marble corridor and through another door.
With her mouth never leaving Jake’s, Amber gave a cursory glance around the room. She was sure that it was just as beautiful as the lounge area, but at that moment all she was concerned with was the mammoth four poster bed.
Jake groaned as Amber’s grip tightened on his shoulders and she bucked her hips against him. He pulled away from their kiss and trailed his nose along her jaw line and down her neck, breathing her in.
“Christ, Freckles,” he whispered against Amber’s ear. “Your smell is fucking amazing.” Jake’s lips followed the same path, as he kissed and licked the way back up to her mouth, before taking it captive with soft and sensual kisses. He gently lowered Amber to the bed and stared at her hungrily. With Jake’s intense gaze moving slowly down her body, Amber shivered with anticipation. Slowly, Jake moved forward and eased Amber’s legs apart, kneeling on the end of the bed in between them. The strength of his gaze burned into Amber’s skin, and caused heat to radiate from her head to her toes. Licking his lips, Jake reached forward and took hold of Amber’s hips, pulling her closer to him.
Amber gasped as Jake slipped his fingers into the waist of her jeans, popped the button and slowly unzipped them. Then, sitting back on his heels, he pulled off her shoes and dragged the jeans down Amber’s legs and tossed them to the floor. He lifted up her t-shirt to reveal the creamy skin of her stomach. Amber raised herself a little to allow him to pull it over her head, and watched as it joined her jeans in a puddle on the carpet. Jake’s eyes devoured the view of Amber dressed only in white, lace, underwear.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, dropping a kiss on slightly parted lips.
As he lifted his head, Jake’s gaze intensified, showing no doubt what he wanted and needed. Flushed with her own want, Amber lowered her eyes.
“Hey, look at me,” Jake said as he gently took her chin and forced Amber to look at him. “And take the compliment, Freckles, ’cause I mean it.”
He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, his lips soft and malleable as Amber opened up to him. With his tongue caressing Amber’s, Jake reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and then slowly slid the straps off her shoulders. Her full, round breasts sprang free, making Jake’s eyes darken and his breathing grow hoarse and lusty. Amber shrugged free from the bra and flung it away.
Jake sat back and slowly ran a finger down the centre of Amber’s torso; from her throat, right down to the waist of her knickers, causing Amber’s breast to swell and her breathing to pick up pace. Slowly, Jake traced along her pubic line, his finger just nudging underneath the lace fabric.
Amber bit down on her bottom lip and arched her back as Jake drew patterns over her underwear, all the time moving lower. Then, when Amber felt the need to scream for more, Jake hooked his fingers into her knickers and pulled them slowly down her legs. As he dragged them over her feet, the cool air hit Amber and her need intensified.
“Please, Jake,” she whimpered.
“What Freckles? What is it that you want?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“You, I want you.”
Jake didn’t need any further instruction. He moved off the bed, whipped his top over his head, and then kicking off his boots and socks he slipped out of his jeans, revealing just how much he wanted her too. Jake stood over Amber and ran his hands down her body, all the way down to her ankles. His hands made the return journey, slowly, and stopped to cup her breasts, before Jake bent down to clamp his mouth over Amber’s nipple.
Amber writhed under his adoration of her body as every nerve ending came to life. Every sexual experience before Jake had been almost pitiful compared to this. She didn’t know that anything could be this good, and she didn’t want it to end. Amber stilled momentarily as she thought about life without the sexy, desirable man who was currently sending her to great heights. She mentally shook her head, determined not to think about when Jake realised that a relationship wasn’t for him. She was going to enjoy it while it lasted – no emotions, just lots of fun and desire.
Amber lifted her hips, silently urging Jake to move onto the next step on his path of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He moved back off the bed to put on a condom, while all the time they watched each other with deep intensity. Desire and lust burning in their eyes. Returning to the bed, Jake pulled Amber until she was right at the edge and held her legs apart. Jake bent his knees so that he was perfectly positioned to grant her wish, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“You want me, Freckles?” he asked before nibbling her earlobe.
“Yes,” Amber gasped looking up at him with pleading eyes as his erection nudged against her wetness.
Jake moaned Amber’s name as he slid inside her. Hearing it on his lips stabbed at Amber’s heart and took the air away from her lungs. With Jake standing, the angle at which he took her, filled her and quickly started a fire within her body. She let out a soft cry with every hard thrust, her fingers pressing deeper into the tight muscles of his back. Jake’s hands moved to Amber’s hips and he took further control of their pace. The noises coming from Amber’s sexy mouth were sending his senses reeling and his body was alight and desperate for her. He knew that nothing had ever been this good. No one he’d ever had before had ever made him feel like this – as though nothing else in the world mattered, except being inside her. Jake pushed deeper, harder and faster, careering towards his release. Amber’s hips pushed back to match his rhythm, and her moans of satisfaction mingled with his own. With each thrust more pleasure flooded through Jake’s body, and he knew that he had to persuade Amber that this was more than just sex. He didn’t care what she’d said previously. This relationship with her was more than that. Watching Amber beneath him, Jake had no doubt that she was feeling it too; she just wasn’t ready to admit it.
As their rhythm, and the power of Jake’s thrusts increased, Amber felt a daisy chain of electric shocks go off around her body, building up the pressure deep in her core. Her body began to shake, her thighs quivering against Jake’s hips. Not wanting the pleasure to end, but desperate to reach her climax, Amber pushed her heels against Jake’s backside, needing more of him.
“Jake!” she cried as she gripped him tightly. “Harder.”
Jake pushed harder, and Amber cried out as she finally fell over the edge of climax. Her body quivered and the waves of her orgasm carried Jake to his a few seconds later. As their spasms waned, they slowly came down from the pinnacle of pleasure. Heavy, hot, breaths mingled as Jake leaned down and devoured Amber’s mouth with a deep, sensual, kiss.
A few minutes later, after returning from the bathroom to dispose of the condom, Jake gazed down at a sated and sexily ruffled Amber.
“You are amazing” he said, as he moved onto the bed and took Amber into his arms, pulling her to his chest.
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�Same to you too.” Amber replied, her voice lazy and sleepy as the satisfied feeling of great sex swept through her body. “Thank you,” she said, settling her head into the crook of Jake’s neck.
“No thank you, Freckles.” Jake kissed the top of Amber’s head and sighed. “Christ, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Amber giggled quietly and wrapped an arm around Jake’s narrow waist. “Nice way to die though.”
Jake laughed, pulled her even closer, and they lay happily in each other’s arms. “Hey,” Jake said after a few minutes. “You hungry?”
Amber nodded. “Mmm, but I’m too comfy to move.”
Jake smiled. “Me too. How about this then? We have a nap, and then get some room service before we go clubbing later. How does that sound?” he asked, gently rubbing Amber’s arm.
Amber’s loud sigh was one of pure satisfaction. “Perfect.”
“Good,” Jake replied, giving her bottom a gentle pinch. “Get into bed then sweetheart, and tonight I’ll take you on the best date ever.”
Amber grinned against Jake’s chest. “I think I’ve just had the best date I could possibly have.”
“Hey, don’t underestimate me, Freckles. I can do so much better than that.”
Amber felt her insides quiver and her need for Jake start to build again. Could this man get any more perfect, surely it was impossible? Even if everything after this paled, she didn’t care, because at that moment, lying in his arms, Amber was pretty sure that there wasn’t a better place on earth.
Chapter 14
As they got out of the limo, Jake threaded his fingers with Amber’s and led her past the long queue of people at the entrance to Elite, the most exclusive club in town.
They walked up the steps to the VIP doorway, causing a few of the ‘normal’ clubbers in the queue to moan, while the rest of them quickly pulled out their phones to snap photos of Dirty Riches Lead Guitarist with, they assumed, his latest one nighter.
“Brett, my man,” Jake cried, slapping the black suited, wall like back of the monster of a man stood before him. “How you doin’?”
Brett turned around slowly, with a look in his eyes that would have made most people wither and die on the spot. But when he saw it was Jake, his face broke into a wide grin. “Jake, hey,” he said. “I heard you was back in the U.K., but figured it was duff info’ seeing as you aint been to see us.” His gaze then slipped to Amber. “Good evening, Miss.”
“Hi,” Amber replied, smiling and briefly holding up her hand.
“Brett, this,” Jake said, turning to Amber, “is my beautiful girlfriend, Freckles.”
Brett frowned. “Two things, Jake: Freckles? And girlfriend?”
Jake nodded and pulled Amber to his side. “Yeah, I know, I’m a changed man.”
Amber couldn’t help but notice the smirk on Brett’s face as he nodded.
“Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Well, you have, Brett.” Jake said, his smile dropping as he noticed the disbelief in Brett’s face. “Anyway, I need to get my gorgeous girlfriend inside. See you later.”
As Brett bid him goodnight, Jake pulled Amber into the club’s dimly lit foyer. The place had only been open a few months and still smelled fresh and new. The black and white chequered tile floor was pristine, while the white walls dazzled brightly, even in the half light. At a black marble desk sat a beautiful blonde woman, her hair pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. She was wearing a black figure hugging dress and her nails and lips were the colour of fresh blood. As Jake approached, she spoke into the headset that was hooked around her ear.
“Good evening, Mr Hughes,” she said in a beautifully cultured accent. “How lovely that you and your guest could join us tonight.”
“Thank you, Lana,” Jake replied, grateful that he was good at remembering names. He’d only been here a couple of times when their tour had allowed, but he knew that his manners and good memory would get him better service tonight.
Amber, however, stiffened slightly at his side, immediately paranoid, and wondering whether there was some history between Jake and the girl.
“If you’d like to sign in, Andre will be with you in a couple of minutes.” The blonde smiled warmly at Amber, putting her at ease.
Jake signed the register. “I’ll open a tab,” he said, looking up at Lana. “You already have my credit card details, don’t you?” Lana nodded and smiled. At that moment, a tall, black haired man appeared through the etched glass double doors behind Lana’s desk. He was swarthy with dark eyes and, some would say, handsome, but when Amber looked from him to Jake, she didn’t think that there was any contest. Jake Hughes wasn’t going to lose the title of sexiest man alive that she’d appointed him anytime soon.
“Mr Hughes,” the man said holding his hand out to Jake. “I’m Andre, your host for the evening. Please, if you’d like to follow me I’ll show you and your guest to your table.”
Jake and Amber, hands clasped together again, followed Andre as he made his way through the club. Amber looked around and marvelled at the finery and tasteful décor. The bar, at the far end of the room, had a shiny black marble top, and had a deep brown leather facade. A series of black leather high-backed stools stood in front of it, and behind it were row upon row of glass shelves filled with expensive spirits and glasses of all shapes and sizes. Dotted around the perimeter of the dance floor were round tables with black and deep brown, leather bucket chairs. The surroundings, along with the celebrities and elegant clientele sitting around drinking, had elegance and money oozing from every pore. Andre led them to a spiral staircase to the right of the bar, which then took them up to the second floor where there was a series of alcoves that overlooked the floor below. Halfway along the landing, Andre turned and gestured into one of the alcoves.
“This is your space for the evening,” he announced. “We call them snugs.”
Inside the snug was a black leather sofa and a low table. Two high stools, like those at the bar, were stood at a railing from where they commanded a view of the main room downstairs. A silver wine bucket, a bottle of champagne already chilling in it, rested in a stand next to the sofa.
Andre moved past them and pointed at a series of switches on the wall.
“These are your controls,” he said. “The first is for you to call me, whenever you need anything; drinks, snacks etc., and the second is your sound control. You can control the volume of the music from the DJ downstairs.”
Andre smiled at Amber, who tried to hide her amazement at the treatment she and Jake were receiving. She had never been anywhere so swish before, and Daniel had thought that he moved in moneyed circles – he had no idea.
“The champagne is with our compliments, Mr Hughes.”
“Cheers,” Jake said. “Much appreciated.”
Andre moved back out onto the landing. “I’ll be back with your drinks. Your usual beer Mr Hughes, and for you madam?”
“Oh, I’ll have the same please,” Amber said.
Jake squeezed her hand and grinned. “You sure you don’t want anything else?” he asked, surprised that she hadn’t asked for an expensive wine or spirit; unlike a lot of the women that he had spent time with in the past.
Amber shook her head. “No, beer is great. In fact,” she almost whispered. “I don’t really like champagne, so that the bottle is a little wasted on me.”
Jake smiled, kissed Amber and held her to his chest. “You can take the champagne, Andre,” he said. “We won’t be needing it.”
Andre nodded and smiled, stepped back into the private room and picked up the ice bucket and bottle.
“I’ll be right back with your drinks,” he said, and left them alone.
As soon as she was sure he’d gone, Amber stepped out of Jake’s arms and grinned. “This place is amazing, Jake.”
“I know,” Jake replied. “I’ve been here before with Tom a couple of times.”
“Can we go down and dance?” Amber asked, leaning over the railing and
looking at the heaving dance floor below.
“You kidding me?” Jake cried, wrapping his arms around Amber’s waist. “You and I are going to light up that dance floor, Freckles. In fact, I’m ready to boogie now.”
Amber laughed. “Who the hell says, ‘boogie’?”
“What’s wrong with boogie?” Jake pouted. “It’s a perfectly good word, particularly for my dancing.”
Amber shook her head and groaned. “Really? Is it that bad?”
“Oh yeah, baby, it’s that bad.” Jake winked and, taking Amber’s hand, he dragged her back down the stairs.
Amber and Jake danced and danced until Amber felt as though her feet were on fire. Jake was right though, he did boogie, sending Amber into fits of laughter at first. She did however, eventually get used to his disco moves – which happened to be the same for every song the DJ played, no matter what beat or rhythm.
“Oh my God,” Amber groaned. “My feet are killing me.” She rested a hand on Jake’s shoulder and lifted a foot out of her shoe. Her mountainously high nude coloured shoes were definitely not made for dancing for hours on end.
Jake dropped a kiss on Amber’s neck and inhaled the summer scent that he loved so much about her. She looked gorgeous tonight, in a tight, sleeveless, red dress that hugged her curvy body and showed off her long, toned legs. With her golden blonde hair flowing down her back, he thought that she was by far the most beautiful woman in the club.
“Do you want to go back up to the snug?” Jake asked, nodding up at the balcony. “Can we? Just for a little while? That last dance just about finished me off.”
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