Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 87

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She had informed Vanessa about what happened that morning over the phone and had sent a tex coming to stay for a while in her house. Although she was aware she wouldn’t be back for sometime, went there. She could really use a hug from George.

“Hey,” George muttered softly as he raised his head from the screen where he’d been having an online meeting The woman before him was nothing like the one that left his house the day before. She was drabby and all teary- eyed and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her to ensure she was okay.

“Reschedule the meeting till next week, Rob.” He said to the screen, his secretary doing a double take as if he didn’t hear right.

“But sir, this meeting with the Ox Company is only going to happen once. We have been asking for this for a very long time…”

“Rob!” He snapped and the rather tall and lanky man with a pair of glasses on the screen nodded slightly before scribbling in his notes.

George pushed his laptop aside and turned his seat to face her before spreading his arms.

“Come here, sugar.”

Like a candle wax, Cheryl found herself melting into his arms. She began to sob violently, her tears soaking his shirt. She felt guilty that she had ruin his shirt with her tears but he held her so tightly to himself that she couldn’t bring herself to leave his arms.

“It’s okay, baby. I know.”

After a while, she was sitting on the sofa beside him with a glass of water in her hand. The images of her father looking really angry and scared at the same time, throwing things across the room and yelling at her mom began to cross her mind.

“Are you ready to talk?” Cheryl’s mind was interrupted by George’s soft tone.

She looked into his eyes and couldn’t bring herself to tear her gaze from his. His hair was tousled from the way he had been running his fingers through it, the deep brown strands falling over his forehead in a way that made him look effortlessly irresistible. It was a contrast to the slicked–back style he wore to work, and she liked this version of him better. He was relaxed, casual, but still held that commanding pose.

Her eyes trailed down to his thick brows, slightly drawn together in concern, framing those deep–set eyes that held hers. They were the color of warm honey under the soft lighting, a mixture of gold and brown that darkened with every slow blink. God, they were beautiful. The kind of eyes that could unravel her, make her feel seen even

when she wanted to hide.

And then there were his lips. Full, perfectly shaped, with just a hint of a natural smirk even when he wasn’t smiling. She had kissed them before, but she could never get tired of them. She has also never wanted to kiss them as much she did now. At least, never with the kind of desperation clawing at her now. They looked too good, too soft, and she couldn’t stop staring, imagining how they would feel against hers again.

Her breath hitched as she let her gaze drop lower. His shirt, a simple fitted tee, did nothing to hide the lean, toned muscles beneath. Broad shoulders, a strong chest, and those arms–arms that had held her so securely

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just moments ago. She could still feel the warmth of his touch lingering on her skin.

Cheryl swallowed hard. The weight of everything she had been feeling was suddenly overshad George looked at her. As if she was the only thing that mattered. As if he would do anything to t

away.

Her fingers curled against the sofa, her heart hammering. She didn’t think clearly.

Before she could stop herself, she leaned in, her lips parting slightly as she reached for him, desperate for a taste, for the comfort only he could give. But he held her by the shoulders, pushing her away slightly.

“You know you can talk to me, right? I already spoke to Vanessa and she explained to me.”

Cheryl swallowed as she couldn’t hear anything else besides the thumping of her heart as she yearned to be touched already. “I will talk to your parents and see if there’s anything I can do to help. Okay?”

She nodded, her eyes still fixed on his as she rubbed her hand on his thighs lightly, causing a sensual burn to course through his veins. He knew what she wanted by the way her eyes darkened, her lashes fluttering with every movement.

He didn’t stop her or say anything. Vanessa wouldn’t be home until a couple more hours. Some good time with Cheryl wouldn’t hurt before her friend returned.

She placed her hand on his bulge, feeling the way it jerked soon as she touched it. She smiled sensually at George before unzipping his pants and letting his dick spring out.

No matter how many times she’s seen it or touched it, the sheer size of his dick always surprised her and left her mouth wide open.

Without further instruction, she leaned downwards and began to suck on his cock while he leaned back and caressed her hair. All he could manage to muster as she expertly fucked his cock was, “Such a good girl.”

Cheryl didn’t need to think about anything else as long as she was with George sucking his beast. She wanted all of him no matter how much it made her gag or how full her mouth placed her face on his thighs, she bobbing her head up and down, letting a soft moan esc throat.

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“Yeah, sugar. Fuck that dick with your slutty mouth.” He muttered, his head thrown back on the sofa as she ran her tongue over the tip, the texture causing fireworks to go off in her head. “Oh, sugar. Your mouth is so fucking good.”

The praises and the light massage he was doing to her hair with his fingers made her panties even wetter. And soon, George was taking off her gown until she was bent on the sofa, naked.

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