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Shadows | LN4

Summary: [Mafia] In the face of dire financial troubles, Lando receives a desperate plea from his father to unearth a lucrative solution within the family business. Fueled by the pressure to rescue his family from ruin, Lando stumbles upon a seemingly perfect venture—using luxury cars as a facade for the clandestine world of drug trafficking. With the unexpected partnership of Amelia Rossi, his father's best friend's daughter, Lando believes he has found the ideal accomplice. However, as the Norris family collides with the ambitious Russells in a ruthless bid to establish their dominance, the perilous path Lando has chosen places not only his newfound enterprise at stake but also entangles Amelia in the dangerous crossfire that unfolds.

Warning: Violence, drugs, blood, smut, fluff, guns

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Amelia Rossi) - appearances from other drivers

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Chapter 6

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the quiet dealership, the air thick with anticipation as the day unfolded with the promise of new arrivals and potential threats looming on the horizon. Amelia stood amidst a pristine row of cars, her mind buzzing with the myriad tasks that lay ahead.

The sudden ring of her phone shattered the calm, pulling her back to the present moment with a jolt. She answered with a sense of trepidation, knowing that the caller held news that could potentially disrupt the fragile peace of the morning.

“Good morning.” Amelia greeted as soon as she answered the call.

“I have some men keeping an eye on George and some of his guys. There seems to be chatter about visiting you at the dealership today.” As Lando's voice filled her ear, Amelia's brow furrowed in concern, the weight of his words settling heavily on her shoulders.

“Fantastic. I have five new cars coming in and then I still have to deal with him too.” She muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she processed the information.

“Do you want me to come down? I’m just a few blocks away.” Lando offered.

With a deep sigh, she braced herself for the challenges that lay ahead, her determination unwavering despite the mounting pressure. She knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not with George and his cronies lurking on the outskirts of her world.

As Lando offered his support, Amelia couldn't help but feel a flicker of gratitude amidst the chaos. She knew he had her back, even if his penchant for gallows humour grated on her nerves at times.

“I can handle myself, Lando.” She assured him, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. “But I appreciate the offer.”

“I know. I'm just scared you'll actually end up killing him too.” Lando confessed, his tone tinged with apprehension.

“I might just kill you if you keep making stupid jokes.” Amelia retorted, a hint of playful irritation in her voice.

Despite her assurances, Lando couldn't shake the nagging fear that she might be pushed to her limits, driven to desperate measures in the face of George's relentless harassment.

The familiar chime of the bell above the entrance signaled the arrival of a visitor to Amelia's showroom. She looked up from her desk to see George striding confidently through the door, his presence casting a shadow over the room. His silhouette seemed to fill the space, emanating an aura of self-assurance and authority.

Amelia's pulse quickened at the sight of him, her instincts immediately alerting her to the potential trouble his visit might bring. She quickly glanced at her phone, noting Lando's message with a mixture of relief and apprehension.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I’ll talk to you when he’s left.” Amelia informed Lando and with a resigned sigh, ended the phone call.

As George drew closer, Amelia felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach, a familiar sensation of dread creeping over her. She had hoped that their previous encounters had been the end of it, but it seemed that George was not so easily deterred. His presence in her showroom was a stark reminder of the looming threat he posed to her and everything she had worked so hard to build.

Suppressing the urge to let her apprehension show, Amelia forced herself to maintain a composed facade as George approached her. She plastered on a polite smile, though it felt strained and insincere.

“George, what a surprise.” She greeted him, her voice tinged with false warmth. “Are you here to accuse me of more foul business or something worse this time around?”

“I'm here with pure intentions, Amelia, no need to get defensive.” George replied smoothly, his tone seemingly casual despite the gravity of the situation. Amelia raised an eyebrow, her scepticism thinly veiled.

“Go on, then.” She urged him, her voice betraying a hint of impatience.

“I do want that Mercedes you showed me the other day, but I'd like to take it for a test drive first.” George stated, his request seemingly innocuous.

Amelia's guard remained firmly in place as she considered his words. She knew better than to take anything at face value, especially when it came to George and his motives.

“That can be arranged. I'll have Ollie take you out.” She suggested, her response measured and professional. George shook his head, his expression inscrutable.

“No. I'd like you to accompany me.” He insisted, his tone brooking no argument.

Amelia's demeanour stiffened at his request, her instincts urging caution. She knew better than to acquiesce to George's demands, especially given their tumultuous history.

“I don't do the test drives, unfortunately.” She replied, her voice tinged with regret. George's gaze hardened, a hint of frustration flickering across his features.

“Surely you can make an exception for an old friend.” He pressed, his tone coaxing.

Amelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his thinly veiled attempt at manipulation. She knew better than to let sentiment cloud her judgement, especially when it came to George.

“It's not within our protocols for the owner to do test drives.” She explained with a firm tone.

“Not even for someone who has damning evidence against you?” George countered, his words landing like a blow.

Amelia's breath caught in her throat at his implication, her mind racing to comprehend the gravity of his words. She knew that George had the potential to cause irreparable damage if given the chance, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not even for a moment.

“If this is your way of scaring me, you’re not.” She replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil roiling inside her. “I have not done anything wrong, and I will not be taking you on a test drive. If you'd still like to purchase the car, Ollie will assist with pleasure. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a meeting.”

Back in her office, Amelia hastily gathered her belongings, her mind racing with a sense of urgency. She tucked her laptop under her arm and grabbed her purse, her movements quick and decisive as she prepared to leave the dealership behind. The weight of George's ominous presence lingered in the air, driving her to escape the confines of the showroom before his influence could take hold.

As she made her way toward the exit, her steps quickened with each passing moment, a sense of unease gnawing at her insides. She couldn't shake the feeling that George's unexpected visit was the harbinger of something far more sinister, and she was determined to put as much distance between herself and the looming threat as possible.

Outside, the cool breeze provided a welcome respite from the stifling atmosphere of the showroom. Amelia took a deep breath, the rush of air filling her lungs with a newfound sense of clarity. She glanced back at the dealership one last time, her gaze lingering on the familiar facade before she turned on her heel and strode purposefully toward her Ferrari SF90. She pulled out her phone and texted Lando.

“Where did you say you were?” Amelia's fingers moved swiftly over the screen of her phone as she typed out the message to Lando, her heart rate quickening with each passing moment.

“At Velocity. All good?” He instantly responded.

“On my way now.” Amelia replied before shoving her phone into her purse.

As she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the bustling streets of the city, a sense of purpose filled her veins. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as she struggled to steady her breathing, the rapid thud of her heart reverberating in her ears. Panic surged through her veins, threatening to overwhelm her with its suffocating grip. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to regain control, but the feeling of dread persisted, refusing to be banished.

With trembling fingers, she reached for the door handle, her movements slow and deliberate but she couldn’t build up the strength to open the door. Her thoughts raced uncontrollably, a whirlwind of scenarios. It was as if her mind had been hijacked by an unseen force, plunging her into a vortex of panic and dread. She felt disconnected from reality, as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up.

Amelia's vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. She felt a sense of impending doom closing in on her, suffocating her with its weight. Every sound seemed amplified, every movement exaggerated, sending her senses into overdrive.

Desperate for relief, she clutched at her chest, trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. But the more she fought against it, the tighter the grip of panic became. It was as if an invisible hand was squeezing the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath.

As the minutes stretched into eternity, Amelia's body trembled with exhaustion, drained by the relentless onslaught of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She longed for the calm that had deserted her, praying for the storm inside her to finally subside.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the panic attack started to fade. Like a storm passing overhead, the chaos in her mind gradually gave way to a fragile sense of calm. Amelia took deep, shaky breaths, feeling the remnants of panic loosen their grip on her. Though exhausted and shaken, she knew she had weathered the storm once again.

Concern etched deep lines on Lando's face as he approached Amelia's Ferrari, his heart pounding in his chest with each step. The sight of her struggling for breath sent a jolt of fear coursing through him, propelling him into action. Without hesitation, he reached for the door handle and swung it open, his movements swift and sure as he leaned in to help her out.

“Amelia, what's wrong?” Lando's voice was filled with genuine concern as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a comforting embrace. He could feel the tension radiating from her body, the tremors that shook her frame betraying the turmoil raging within.

“It's okay, I've got you.” He murmured soothingly, his words a gentle reassurance in the midst of her panic. He guided her out of the car and onto steady ground, his touch firm yet tender as he steadied her trembling form.

Inside the dimly lit interior of the club, Lando guided Amelia to a secluded corner, away from the pulsating rhythms of the DJ’s soundcheck. He pulled out a chair for her to sit, his gaze soft with concern as he watched her take a seat.

“I'll be right back.” He promised, squeezing her hand gently before disappearing into the crowd. Moments later, he returned with a glass of water, beads of condensation glistening on its surface.

“Here.” He said softly, offering her the glass. “Take small sips, okay? It'll help.”

Amelia nodded gratefully, accepting the glass with trembling hands. She took a few sips of water, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat as she gradually began to regain her composure.

“Thank you.” She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Lando's concerned gaze.

“When did you start getting panic attacks again?” Lando asked her once she was calmer.

“Just after the shooting incident in the dealership.” Amelia answered, her voice hoarse and her throat dry.

“Why didn't you say anything?” Lando wondered, a pang of guilt surfacing in his chest.

“There's nothing you could have done to stop them.” She attempted to reassure him.

He had always prided himself on being there for her, on being her rock in times of need. But now, faced with the knowledge that she had been struggling silently, he couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness wash over him.

“I wish you had told me.” He murmured, his voice tinged with regret. “I hate the thought of you going through this alone.”

Amelia reached out, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance.

“I didn't want to burden you.” She admitted softly. “And besides, I've been managing. It's just... sometimes, it gets overwhelming. Especially when my main cause of stress keeps showing up in my place of business.”

Lando nodded, his expression filled with understanding.

“Neither you or your fears are a burden, Amelia. I'm here for you, no matter what.” He assured her.

Amelia offered him a grateful smile, her eyes shining with unspoken gratitude. In that moment, as they sat together in the comforting embrace of their shared understanding, Amelia knew that she was not alone. With Lando by her side, she felt stronger, more resilient, ready to face whatever challenges life threw her way.

As the afternoon faded into evening, the atmosphere at Velocity gradually shifted, transforming from the tranquil calm of an empty club to the vibrant energy of a bustling nightlife hotspot. Amelia remained seated at the booth, her fingers flying across the keyboard of her laptop as she immersed herself in her work. The rhythmic clatter of keys filled the air, a soothing backdrop to the hustle and bustle unfolding around her.

Meanwhile, Lando darted about the club with practised efficiency, overseeing last-minute preparations and ensuring that everything was in place for the night's festivities. Despite his busy schedule, he made a point of checking in on Amelia regularly, his concern for her well-being evident in the gentle way he looked after her.

Amelia found herself surprisingly at ease in the company of her friends, the familiar faces of Max and Pietra offering a sense of comfort and camaraderie amidst the whirlwind of activity. They shared easy conversation and laughter, their relaxed demeanour a welcome respite from the chaos of the outside world.

As the evening progressed and the drinks flowed freely, Amelia found herself succumbing to the carefree atmosphere of the club. The weight of her worries lifted with each sip of her drink, and soon she felt herself slipping into a state of blissful relaxation. With her inhibitions fading away, Amelia embraced a zero-filter attitude, allowing her thoughts and words to flow freely without restraint.

Amelia leaned back in her seat, swirling the remnants of her drink in her glass as she looked up at Max sat across from her. The dim lights of the club cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting the furrow of her brow as she wrestled with her thoughts.

“Why can't I love them?” She asked, her voice laced with bewilderment and frustration.

“Who?” Max inquired, his brow furrowing in confusion as he tried to follow her train of thought.

“Charles. Or Daniel.” Amelia replied, her words coming out in a rush as she struggled to articulate the turmoil in her heart. “I want to love them, Max. I really do. But my heart just doesn't want them.”

Max nodded slowly, his expression sympathetic as he reached out to place a comforting hand on her arm.

“What does your heart want then?” He asked, his voice cloaked with silent understanding and empathy.

“Everything I can't have.” She whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she repeated the words, her heart heavy with realisation

“Amelia, if you're talking about Lando, just tell him how you feel.” He urged, his tone gentle but firm.

Amelia shook her head, her thoughts racing as she struggled to articulate the tangled mess of emotions that churned within her.

“It's not that easy, Max.” She replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Why not?” Max pressed, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes with an intensity that left no room for evasion.

“He's my best friend.” Amelia explained, her voice tinged with resignation. “He doesn't feel that way about me. I bet you I only feel this way because he's always been there.”

Max scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You can be so dumb sometimes.” Max retorted, his tone laced with exasperation.

“Excuse you.” Amelia shot back, her defences rising in response to his blunt assessment.

“You don't see the way he looks at you?” Max continued, his voice softening as he spoke. “Or how he literally drops everything when you call or text him. He's willing to die for you if he needs to, and let me tell you, he may be my best friend too, but he would never do that for me.”

Amelia faltered, her breath catching in her throat as Max's words struck a chord deep within her.

“You're being ridiculous.” She protested weakly, though doubt gnawed at the edges of her resolve.

“He covered up a murder for you.” Max reminded her, his voice sombre.

“Yeah, one you were never supposed to know about.” Amelia argued back.

“He only told me because he needed me to help wipe the footage.” Max countered, his voice trembling with the weight of the truth. “He would have taken that to his grave for you. Oh, and don't even get me started on the amount of times I had to stop him from showing up on George's doorstep seeking retribution for the trauma he caused you.”

Amelia fell silent, her mind reeling as she grappled with the implications of Max's words. For the first time, she allowed herself to entertain the possibility that perhaps her feelings for Lando ran deeper than she had dared to admit. And as she looked into Max's unwavering gaze, she knew that she could no longer ignore the truth that lay dormant within her heart.

She watched Lando move gracefully behind the bar, his easy charm drawing people in effortlessly. But despite his magnetic presence, her thoughts remained fixated on the conversation she had just shared with Max.

“I could also remind you of that one night at Alex's when we played spin the bottle and he kept cheating so he could kiss you and no one else.” Max continued, his voice a gentle reminder of their shared history.

Amelia felt a blush creep into her cheeks as memories of that night flooded her mind, the warmth of Lando's lips against hers sending a shiver down her spine even now.

“You need to stop speaking.” She replied, though her tone lacked conviction.

“Only stating the facts.” Max countered, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes.

“Yeah, but now you have me questioning everything we've ever done together.” Amelia confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Amelia, your fathers discussed the two of you getting married when you were still teenagers, they saw it before anyone else ever did. Am I wrong?” Max pressed, his words cutting through her defences with unerring accuracy.

“No.” Amelia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then just tell him.” Max urged, his tone gentle but insistent.

“He has Zara.” Amelia protested, though even as the words left her lips, she knew they held little weight.

“He's never loved Zara.” Max countered, his voice filled with conviction. “She's only stuck around because he can help her climb up in the model industry. He's kept her around because he got tired of having a different girl every night. Deep down, you are the only one who understands him on a level not even I can.”

Lando's gaze softened as he looked at Amelia once he rejoined his friends at the booth, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes.

“You guys seem to be having a serious conversation.” He remarked, his tone light but attentive.

“Amelia was just saying she's struggling to develop deeper feelings for Charles.” Max explained, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Oh?” Lando responded, his curiosity piqued.

“Max, seriously?” Amelia grunted, shooting her friend a warning glance.

“Let me go find Pietra.” Max excused himself, disappearing into the crowd before Amelia could protest further.

“Yeah, cause trouble and run away, Fewtrell.” Amelia muttered under her breath, shaking her head in exasperation.

“What's happening with Charles?” Lando asked, his voice gentle as he turned his attention back to Amelia.

“Not a lot, honestly.” Amelia admitted, her voice tinged with resignation.

“I told you it's not just about the sex. You need, actually, no, you deserve love too.” Lando told her, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that resonated deeply within her.

“Yeah. I should have listened to you.” Amelia conceded, her voice soft as she met Lando's gaze.

Lando studied her intently as she fiddled with the rings on her fingers. She suddenly felt very overwhelmed by her conversation with Max, and her subsequent conversation with Lando. Lando abruptly stood up and held his hand out for her to take.

“Come.” He urged her.

She took his hand and he led her to his secluded office, far away from all the noise and alcohol. Unsure of Lando’s motives, Amelia took a seat on the brown leather sofa across from his desk and watched him open the top drawer of his desk. He pulled out a slab of chocolate wrapped in red and gold foil.

“Here.” He told her as he handed her the slab of chocolate.

Amelia's eyes widened in surprise as she took the chocolate from Lando, her fingers trembling slightly as she held it in her hands. The familiar scent of rich, Belgian chocolate filled the air, triggering a flood of memories from their shared past.

“Why do you have chocolate in your drawer? You don't even eat chocolate.” Amelia remarked, her voice laced with curiosity.

“I keep it in there for emergencies.” Lando explained casually, his gaze fixed on her as he leaned against his desk.

“Lan, this is that chocolate your Nan always sent you from Belgium.” Amelia realised with a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips as she remembered the countless times Lando had shared the sweet treat with her.

“Yeah, you loved it.” Lando confirmed, his expression fond as he recalls their shared moments of indulgence.

“It's my favourite.” Amelia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she gazed at the chocolate in her hands.

“I know. Why do you think I have it?” Lando responded, his eyes filled with warmth as he watched her reaction.

Amelia's heart raced with emotion as she looked at Lando, a rush of gratitude washing over her. She broke off a block of the chocolate and let it melt in her mouth, savouring the sweet flavours and nutty undertones. Lando moved towards the sofa, taking a seat beside her, his arm resting behind her head on the headrest.

“Do you want some?” Amelia offered, extending the slab of chocolate to Lando.

“Maybe just a small taste.” Lando agreed, a small smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

Amelia's heart skipped a beat as Lando's lips met hers, the taste of chocolate mingling with the warmth of his kiss. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they shared the intimate exchange, the sweetness of the chocolate paling in comparison to the depth of their connection.

“Just as good as I remember.” Lando murmured, his eyes locked with hers, his expression tender.

“If it's that good, have some more.” Amelia whispered, her voice laced with a suggestive tone.

“Mmh, what a temptation.” Lando responded, his voice husky with desire as he took the slab of chocolate from her and placed it on his desk.

As Lando's lips claimed hers once more, Amelia felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. She surrendered to the passion of his kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as she melted into his embrace. With each touch of his lips against hers, she felt herself drawn deeper into the heat of the moment, lost in the intensity of their connection.

Her body pressed against his, seeking solace in his warmth as he held her close. Their kisses were hungry, desperate, fueled by a primal longing that consumed them both. Amelia's heart raced in her chest as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of being desired by the man she had always secretly yearned for.

In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the present, where they existed together in a state of pure bliss. And as they kissed, Amelia knew that she had found her home in Lando's arms, where she was cherished, desired, and loved beyond measure.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time itself, each touch igniting a spark of pleasure that sent shivers down Amelia's spine. With each movement, she felt herself drawing closer to the edge of ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion.

Lando's hands explored every curve of her body, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. As his touch grew more urgent, she felt a familiar ache building deep within her core, urging her toward the brink of release.

The sensation of his hardened shaft pressing against her sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, driving her closer to the edge with each delicious friction. Her moans mingled with his, filling the air with the sweet melody of their desire as they surrendered to the primal urge that bound them together.

In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the raw, unbridled passion that pulsed between them, urging them toward the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Lando's hands travelled down her waist to her hips and to her thighs. His hands made their way under her skirt only to discover her lack of panties.

“Fuck, Rossi, no panties?” He groaned at the realisation, his arousal spiking as he saw her wetness destroy his black jeans, a delicious confirmation of her desire for him.

The discovery of her lack of panties only fueled Lando's desire further, sending a surge of primal need coursing through his veins. Amelia's giggles only served to heighten his arousal, the sound like music to his ears as he surrendered himself to the intoxicating sensation of her body moving against his. With each grind of her hips, he felt himself growing harder, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

“You're going to be the death of me.” Lando remarked as he let her tug on his curls.

“Remove your pants if you don't want them getting dirty.” Amelia countered, a playful smirk making its way onto her lips.

“You're so bossy.” Lando groaned, his breaths fast and shallow.

Amelia kissed him again, but this time gently bit his bottom lip and tugged at it with her teeth.

“Pants. Off. Now.” She commanded, frustrated by the fabrics keeping their skin apart.

“Yes, baby.” Lando replied with a mischievous grin, his hands moving to comply with her request to reveal his black briefs.

“That's more like it.” Amelia chuckled.

Amelia retook her position, straddling him as she continued to kiss him. Her hands travelled from his chest to his briefs and back up again.

“Shit, I've missed this.” Lando moaned under her touch.

Amelia smiled slightly, Max's words ringing through her mind. She could feel his tip budge against her through his briefs. Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, igniting a primal need that only she could satisfy. Lando's words betray the depth of his longing, echoing the sentiment that Amelia herself had been harbouring for so long.

“I've missed your touch.” Lando added, his primal thoughts escaping in between broken kisses.

“Keep talking, Lan.” She encouraged him, wanting to hear all his deepest desires leave his lips.

“I dream about you at night, all the time.” Lando admitted, his cheeks suddenly flushed.

Amelia hummed in response to his words, her body quickly building towards her peak. It had been ages since she felt that good. Neither Daniel nor Charles were ever capable of igniting the flame within her like Lando in this moment.

“Talk to me, Lan.” She pleaded.

She needed to hear his voice. She needed to hear how desperate he was for her and her touch.

“You're so wet, I can feel it through my underwear.” Lando continued, obeying her instructions.

“That's all you.” She smiled.

Lando threw his head back as he too began to feel something stir deep inside him as she continued to grind against him.

“Shit, baby. You really want me to beg?” Lando asked, a muffled moan interrupting his speech.

“Beg, Lan. Tell me what you want.” She urged him.

“I want to feel you.” He informed her, desperate to feel her around him.

“You want to be inside me?” She asked, confirming exactly what he wanted.

“Yes, baby.” He groaned.

Amelia smirked yet again as she lifted herself up from him spotting the splotches on his briefs. She gripped the hem of his briefs and pulled them down to reveal his hardened shaft, softly smacking his lower abdomen as it was set free.

She repositioned herself above him, using her fingers to guide his tip to her entrance. She rubbed it through her folds, lubricating it before sinking down on him as slowly she could as she stretched to accommodate his size. He lifted his head and watched her move her hands and body for him. She stifled a deep moan as he entered her and she bottomed out.

“Be loud, baby. No one can hear you.” Lando assured her as he rested his hands on her waist.

Almost instantly, Amelia groaned loudly, transferring the power game to Lando. He guided her with his hands on her hips, pulling her skirt up more so she wasn’t restricted with her movements.

“It's been too long.” He commented as he relished feeling her walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, Lan.” She moaned, using her one hand to rest against his chest for support.

Lando shifted slightly to position himself more comfortably and unexpectedly hit her sweet spot causing her to grunt his name several times.

“You like that, huh?” He murmured, his voice filled with lust and desire.

She hummed in response, unable to trust her voice. She rested both hands on his chest, gripping his white button up in her fists as she moved up and down and then forward and backward.

“I'll never get enough of you.” He informed her as he watched her bounce.

Amelia's eyes opened slightly to study his pleasured face, his lopsided smile and droopy eyes with his head flung back. He subconsciously started bucking his hips, thrusting into her causing more rapid moans to fall from her mouth.

“That’s right, baby, you make the prettiest sounds.” He cooed, shutting his eyes as he started chasing his high.

“Just for you, Lan.” She whispered, her breathing heavy.

“Just for me?” He asked her, almost wanting to make sure he didn’t mishear her.

She cupped his face in her hands as her body readied itself for a long-awaited release of tension and pleasure.

“Harder, Lan.” She pleaded, fisting his shirt yet again.

“Yes, baby.” He happily complied and thrusted harder into her.

Seconds later, Amelia combusted on him. Caught up in the moment and in awe of her, he ejected moments later, expressing his fluids into her. She collapsed against his chest, weak and tired.

“Why do we wait so long to do this?” Lando quipped, his breathing slowly returning to normalcy.

“Because there's always something, or someone.” Amelia responded, pushing herself off his chest, still feeling him inside her.

“I want you.” He mumbled, a pout almost forming on his lips.

“Lan, I don't think I can do another round right now.” She sighed, still sensitive as she moved on top of him.

“No, no. Not like that. I want you, and not just for sex.” He explained the desire for more.

“Lan.” Amelia breathed, unsure of his intentions.

“Let me love you the way you deserve. Let me give you the world you've been craving.” Lando further explained, his emotions laid bare in front of her.

“Is this some post-nut clarity surge or are you being serious?” Amelia teased, attempting to lighten the conversation and the mood.

“Dead serious.” Lando countered, his expression serious.

“We can’t.” She responded, lost in a sea of confusion by his desire for more.

“Leave Charles. I’ll leave Zara, just say the word.” Lando continued. His serious composure was something unusual for Amelia to witness.

“It's so complicated, Lan.” She quickly advised.

“Why are you fighting this?” Lando wondered, frustration creeping into his voice.

“I'm not. I just don't want us to rush into making decisions because we're drunk on lust.” Amelia clarified, although she didn’t quite believe her own words.

“I just cummed in you and you're worried about us rushing things?” Lando argued, confused by her thought process.

“And, it was wonderful, Lan. But, just consider the uproar for a moment. What about our families, our businesses?” Amelia added, wanting to use every excuse in the book not to commit.

“Your father would happily let me marry you the second I ask for his blessing.” Lando retorted, unwilling to accept her denial.

“Lando.” Amelia sighed, not knowing what else to say.

“Milly.” Lando sighed as well, but he sounded defeated and shell shocked by her choice to remain friends.

Amelia was taken aback by the use of her nickname she hadn’t heard since they were children. She stood up, freeing his now limp cock and walked over to his desk to grab a tissue. She wiped the cum dripping down her thigh and discarded the tissue in the waste paper bin. She turned to leave the office, but Lando’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Don't just leave.” Lando begged as he pulled up his briefs and jeans before standing up.

“I cannot be with you, Lando. Not romantically.” She stated, and with that she left his office.

As Amelia walked out of Lando's office, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at the words she had spoken. Yet, deep down, she knew that maintaining their friendship was the only way to protect both herself and Lando from the inevitable heartache that would surely follow if they pursued a romantic relationship.

Lando stood there, watching her leave, his heart sinking with each step she took away from him. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and never let go, but he knew that respecting her decision was the only way forward, even if her choices seemed wrong.

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