Chapter 11

Amelia

Two weeks later…

Despite how things ended on the porch two weeks ago between me and Cronos, I still turned up to work the next day. The look of shock on his face when he pulled into the parking lot and saw me standing there was comical. The first few days were awkward and filled with tension. He even chose to eat his lunch in the chiller room rather than sit with me in the kitchen. A cold shiver runs down my spine at the memory of walking in to check on him, only to find his half eaten sandwich resting on Mr. Connelly's chest. I nearly threw up right there when he picked it up and took another bite.

"Max." The sound of him calling my name draws me from my thoughts. I push back from my desk and head for the back. The moment I enter, he is nowhere to be found.

"Grizz?" I hear him groan from the back room and fight back my smile, he still doesn't like it when I call him that. The nickname came about when he wouldn't let me out of bed for four days unless it was to eat or use the bathroom. I told him he couldn't hibernate like a grizzly bear forever but the truth is, the name really stuck because he's always protected me fiercely like a Grizzly would their home.

"Back here." I follow the sound of his voice around the corner to the embalming room. I poke my head and scrunch my nose at the smell.

"Why are you embalming without Tracey?" He shoots me a loaded look.

"She's sick and the dead wait for no one."

"Okay…" I let my sentence trail off.

"I need you to help me."

My brows jump to my hairline. "I'm a doctor, Cronos, not an embalmer!" I grit out. For someone who is quite smart, he doesn't seem to grasp that I have no experience with the dead.

"Gretchen needs to be dressed and I…" I flick my gaze from him to the woman on the slab and it dawns on me when I see the white towel draped across her breasts and another is placed on top of her vagina. My mouth pops open in shock.

"You don't need Tracey's help for embalming, do you?" His eyes narrow in warning but seeing him so uncomfortable is fucking priceless, so I push on. "You keep her coming back so she can dress the females."

His jaw locks and his eyes spit fire, laughter bursts out of me which just serves to piss him off further. "Shut the fuck up and help me."

"Nuh-uh. You have to ask me nicely and take me to dinner or you're on your own, buddy."

"Amelia!" he snaps angrily.

I kick the door open wider and lean against the door jam, crossing my arms over my chest. "Cronos," I taunt.

His nostrils flaring is the first sign I get that he is at his wits end with me. I expect him to argue some more but to my surprise, he yanks his gloves off and tosses them on top of Gretchen, then grips the front of his disposable hazmat suit and rips it off in one swift move. He stands there in his black shirt and dark jeans, the angry look in his eyes vanishes as he moves toward me, it shifts into a look of… lust.

My breath hitches when he stops before me and cages me in, then places his hands on either side of my head. I swallow audibly as I try to calm my racing heart and plead with my hormones to remain in check. I lose the battle when he dips his head and buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling. I gasp when he sucks the tender flesh into his mouth. I grip the front of his shirt instinctively. He licks a trail to my ear. I'm panting and unable to control myself as my fingers find their way into his hair and tug on the strands when he sucks my lobe into his mouth.

"My cock is rock-fucking-hard for you, angel." I moan at the promise in his tone. I press forward so I'm flush against him. He removes his hands from the wall, grips the globes of my ass and lifts me. I lock my legs around his waist as he moves us toward Gretchen. The moment he places me on the edge of the slab I squeal in horror and try to shove him back but he uses his size against me and keeps me in place.

"Nos, I am not fucking you next to a?—"

"Dead body?"

I glower at the smug prick. "You said the dead need to be respected," I remind him.

"I'm fucking you, not her." I balk at him. "Just don't touch her tits or pussy, no harm no foul." Before I can tear into him, he silences me with a kiss that robs me of breath. The dead body behind me is long forgotten as his tongue tangles with mine and the taste of him overcomes my senses. Before I can deepen the kiss, he pulls back and smirks at me. "Lift up." I brace my hands on the edge of the metal slab while he peels my leggings and panties off. The second his eyes land on my bare pussy he bites his bottom lip. "Fuck, I want to take my time with you but I have a viewing in ten minutes so this has to be fast."

I nod eagerly, too turned on to comprehend what he is saying, I open my legs wider to accommodate him when he steps forward. I expect him to drop his pants and slip inside me but to my surprise he doesn't, he runs his fingers through my slit causing me to buck off the table.

"If there was more time I would be sinking my cock into you," he growls as he slides two fingers inside my greedy little cunt. I moan shamelessly. "My fingers are going to have to do it until tonight."

"Grizz," I whimper when he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, hooking them at the perfect angle, stroking that spot inside me that only he has been able to reach. "Fuck, I need your cock," I plead a second before I smash my lips to his and cup his hard length through his jeans. He breaks our kiss with a groan.

"Fuck, angel. You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!" I practically scream when he hits the spot inside me but it's not enough, I need his cock. He yanks his fingers free and bends down to retrieve my panties from the floor. I frown but he says nothing.

"Open." I open my mouth, he slips my panties inside, then lifts me off the table and spins me around so I am now facing Gretchen! I try to push away from her but he grips the back of my neck and forces me forward, I am an inch away from the side of her face. "You're going to remain quiet and not make a fucking sound. I would hate for Gretchen's children to hear you coming on my cock while their mother is beside you." Horror fills me and I want to protest but the moment the head of his cock prods at my entrance, all rational thought flees. "This is going to be hard and fast, baby. Hang on." I do as he says and grip the edge of the table to make sure my stomach doesn't come into contact with it.

A heady moan tumbles from my lips when he slides inside my pussy. I can feel him stretching me out and the slight burn mixed with pleasure is fucking intoxicating. My eyes roll backward as he bottoms out inside me. Fuck, I have been dreaming about feeling him move inside me since the last time we fucked. I don't know if it's pregnancy hormones or not, but I am always horny and seeing him every day has me instantly wet. Each night, when Bill picks me up after work, I go home and finger myself while thinking about Cronos.

"Fuck, this pussy is perfect!"

"Hmmm," I moan around my panties. He draws back and slams inside me. I expect him to drag it out and make me work for my orgasm but he must have meant what he said. He fucks me at a punishing pace. I grip the edge of the slab for dear life, feeling my knees getting weak as my orgasm begins to build inside me. "Arghhh." He pulls me back by my hair so my back is to his chest. He covers my mouth with one of hands and trails the other down my body, pinching my clit between his fingers and I detonate. His hand and my panties muffle my cries of pleasure.

"I love knowing my cum will be inside you all day," he growls in my ear a second before he bites down on the tender flesh of my neck to mute his own cries as he comes, buried deep inside me. He moves his hand and plucks my panties from my mouth. I gulp in lungfuls of air, melting into him as I try to control my breathing. He wraps his arm around me and splays his hand flat against my stomach. My eyes widen but I force myself not to tense. "Is… Is the baby okay?"

I turn my head to the side and peer up at him, the look of worry in his brown eyes has me melting further into him. "Yeah, Grizz." He nods and slowly eases out of me. I expect him to disappear like last time and brace myself for the pain of his rejection, but when I turn around he is kneeling before me with my leggings in his hands, ready to help me dress. "Where's my panties?" He flicks his gaze to me and smirks.

"Help me dress Gretchen and I'll give them back to you." My jaw unhinges, the bastard just laughs as he helps me into my pants and pulls them up. When he stands before me, I shove him in the chest and spin away, but he grips the back of my neck and yanks me back to him. Before I can utter a single word, he slams his lips against mine, robbing me not just of air but of rational thought. Before either of us can get too lost in the kiss, the bell on the front door rings, signaling the arrival of Gretchen's family. "Help me get her ready and I promise I'll make it worth your while tonight."

I run my gaze over him trying to decipher his meaning. "What do I get out of this deal?"

A dark look enters his eyes. "The feeling of another man's cock inside you tonight while I watch."