The Biker's quintuplets Mum

Amelia

I watched Maxwell for a few more moments, studying the way he moved, the effortless confidence radiating from him made my chest tighten with doubt. Could I really pull this off?

He laughed at something a guest said, his smile easy and magnetic. I took a deep breath and headed toward the VIP area where he was. A guard stepped in front of me, blocking my path. I lifted my chin, letting my eyes meet his, silently daring him to underestimate me. The guard hesitated, then one of the VIP team came out, giving him a nod. “Let her through,” he said.

I smoothed my jacket, letting a small, soft smile curve my lips, the person he was talking to left, the coast was clear. So I stepped forward.

“Hi,” I said, my voice light and sexy. “I am Amelia.”

His eyes flicked over me, assessingme, then lingering just long enough to make me aware of the effect I had. Finally, he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Maxwell Sinclair,” he said, extending a hand.

“You have outdone yourself with this event,” I said, letting my voice carry admiration and just a touch of playful warmth. I casually flipped my hair over my shoulder, exposing the delicate curve of my neck. I caught the brief flicker in his eyes, the one that confirmed he noticed.

He leaned slightly closer, the scent of his expensive cologne wrapping around me, and said, “Glad you enjoyed it. It takes a lot to impress these days.”

He smiled, fuck, why was he so effortlessly gorgeous? “Thanks. Not that I know everyone, but this is the first time seeing you here,” he said, his gaze curious.

We drifted toward a quieter corner of the event, talking about everything and nothing. He spoke about his businesses, I told him about mine. I tilted my head just so, letting my gaze linger on his hand as he gestured, then slowly back to his face. Every flicker of expression, every subtle shift in posture, I catalogued it all. I waited for the perfect moment.

When the waiter arrived with our drinks, I leaned in slightly, brushing my fingers against his glass as I offered a toast. “To more of these events,” I said with a playful wink. My other hand subtly tilted his drink just enough the aphrodisiac slipping in unnoticed.

Maxwell raised his glass, completely unaware of the small storm about to enter his system. I mirrored him, sipping just a fraction of my drink too.

Minutes passed. I removed my jacket, letting the tension build, and noticed his eyes lingering far too long on my chest. I let a small, teasing smile play across my lips. “Not used to wearing leather jackets,” I said lightly, voice low, letting the words caress him. “I’m feeling hot already.” I pushed my chest forward just enough to draw his attention, letting him look, letting him think he had the upper hand.

“I understand whatever game you are trying to play Miss Davis,” He said, his tone amused. “you know, I am a married man and you saw my wife earlier.” He said, the drug must be kicking in because he threw his head back and rubbed his hands on his crotch.

I smiled, “Fine, I will leave now,” I said, turning as if to go.

He caught my wrist, his grip firm but not threatening, and pulled me toward a quieter corner. “If we weren’t standing here all day and both offered drinks at the same time, I might’ve suspected you added something to mine,” he said, smiling.

He said before pushing my back against the wall, “ I am so fucking horny right now, and I want to fuck you so hard against this wall.” He said, before he groped my boobs and squeezed them.

I bit my lips to avoid moaning out loud, “You said you are married.” I said, staring into his eyes.

“Nah, the only woman I want to fuck right now is you.” He said rubbing his penis so hard, I grabbed the spiked drink from him and down everything at once. Even though this was revenge, I intended to enjoy every second of it.

We are going wild for wild, Opportunities like this don’t come twice.The thought alone lit something reckless in me, fucking the Trillionaire biker, knowing he’d be screaming my name before dawn, and his perfect supermodel wife would wake up to every video of our escapades. A slow, satisfying burn curled in my stomach.

“We are not going to fuck here, no matter how horny we are.” I said, he looked at me and sighed his eyes filled with lust. The drugs were kicking in for me too, my whole body getting hot, my pussy clenching and unclenching, my nipples begging for attention.

“Where do you want us to go, your place?” He said in a hoarse voice.

I smiled and grabbed his penis, rubbing it against the leather pants he was wearing, “Your place, I want you to fuck me on your matrimonial bed, your wife isn’t coming back until tomorrow morning. I will be gone first thing,” I whispered, brushing a kiss against his ear.

He didn’t argue, or maybe he was too horny to think, just shoved me forward and smacked my ass hard.

“There’s a red Lamborghini outside. Go wait in it for me and remove your pants,” he said as he pressed the keys into my hand.

A rush of excitement shot through my body. I walked out and headed straight for the car. Normally, I would take a moment to admire a machine like that, but I was too turned on to care. The second I slipped inside, I yanked my pants off and tossed them aside, breath already shaky with anticipation.

Author's note: You shouldn't be reading this🤭🤭, on his matrimonial bed🫣🫣, Ameliaaaa