Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 15 

TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome


AUTHOR tomcuddlesfic


GENRE: romance / erotica

FIC SUMMARY: Twenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what she did not plan was meeting a man who manages to steal her breath away at every look. A man who does not stop until he gets what he wants. And the one thing he only wants right now just so happens to be her.


Author’s notes: Oh hello there. You’re looking smashing. Oh, wait, what’s this? A new chapter. Oh yes. I hope you do enjoy. There’s some smut in the beginning but finally some drama happens towards the end. Thank you for reading and please tell me what you think!

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |  Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | chapter 12 | Chapter 13  | Chapter 14 

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.” I tried again, shoving at the door, hoping he would weaken in strength for the door to finally close. The hot tears prickling in the back of my eyes threatened to spill down my cheeks if I had to stare into his sorrow filled eyes any longer. “One moment you make yourself sound sorry for being so careless and when it comes to fix the problem, you run away and forget your apology, making it sound like it should be my sole responsibility for both of us. And now you have the audacity to come running back, claiming you’re sorry once again for being so-so-so cold! Did you really expect me to be okay with not only losing my virginity while also fearing that I might become pregnant all in the same day?” I lashed out, no longer fighting the tears as I let them roll down my hot flushed cheeks. I was breathing heavily now, stuttering and choking out words. “I needed-I needed some…support.” I said in a much quieter voice, wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeve. “I needed to have at least some comfort…”

“Amelia…” Tom spoke after a long pause filled with the sounds of my hiccups erupting from my mouth. “That’s exactly why I’m here to apologize. I realized that I was far too curt with dismissing you and believe me when I say; I couldn’t stop thinking of you the entire day and berating myself for being such a bastard.” He rambled on, raking a hand through his dark blond curls. “I don’t…do well with feelings.” Tom said, fixing me a steady gaze.

“Clearly.” I snorted, folding my arms across my chest, training my eyes to focus on cruddy paint job on the frame of the door. A car drove by in that moment. Its bright headlights bathed us in a bright white light, passing us as fast as it went down the road, turning around the corner. Night was slowly taking its toll in the city. Most of the houses in the neighbourhood were dark; a sign saying the owners had gone to bed.

“May I at least have the chance to make it right?” Tom looked up from the floor, blinked, and stepped forward, closing what little distance between us. His finger hooked onto my chin, parting my lips as he lowered his face closer to mine. I could see the deep green in his eyes and I could smell the wonderful contrast between early summer and his spicy cologne. Like always, I was intoxicated by him, wanting to be closer to him than we already were, wanting to feel his weight against mine, and wanting to feel his lips pressed against my flesh. Not allowing me to say any words, he pressed his lips against mine, eliciting a deep moan from within me. Hands cupping his face, our tongues tasted each other’s mouth, savouring the sweet glorious taste of mint on his breath. I ran my hands through his soft hair, drawing him closer towards my significantly lower height, nipping at his lips. Without me really noticing, he nudged me inside my own flat, hooked the door with his foot and shut it. The once playful kissing soon turned to something deeper, more intense. My heated skin buzzed happily as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of my thin cotton t-shirt, touching the smooth skin on my lower back. He drew the shirt over my head, tossed it somewhere across the room and continued his skilful touch on my bra, unhooking the flimsy lacy material in a matter of seconds.

“My god.” Tom growled into my ear when he cupped my breasts in his. I giggled at his comment, knowing fully well that he was impressed by my choice of undergarments. After setting an account up for me at Agent Provocateur, I had gone into the beautiful store at the edge of the city, thinking it would be a normal lingerie store. I found myself embarrassingly wrong as my eyes glazed over the many displays of delicate bras and undies, blushing at the racy attire. However, the thought of me impressing him made feel empowered enough to buy an overpriced yet absolutely gorgeous set of a lacy bra and matching underwear. I hadn’t had a chance to wear it the previous night and after returning back home from the doctor’s office, I decided that feeling sexy even when I was alone and miserable wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I had it thrown it on to spite Tom for what he was missing but now I realized the plan had backfired. Yet, I couldn’t feel too bad about it.

 His hands were surprisingly warm even from standing outside in the cold for what have must been thirty minutes during our conversation. His fingers found my buds, rolling them till they peaked, erecting proudly. Matching his hurried movements, I unbuttoned his single button on his suit jacket, pushed back the heavy tailored fabric and ran my hands greedily up his arms, past his shoulders, down his expansive chest, towards his waist, admiring every hard ridge and cut of his body. My hands were trembling by the time I had clasped around his belt, tugging eagerly at the buckle when he pushed my hands away. He stifled a chuckle as he easily undid the clasp and allowed his trousers to come along with it, pooling at his ankles. I grinned against his lips as he pulled into another kiss, cupping my cheeks. Turning me around, he pushed me against the foyer wall, and swept my hair to one side as he continued to pepper my bare neck and shoulders with kisses. I shivered against the wall, feeling my nipples positively ache against the cool surface. I moaned against the wallpaper when he pressed his fully erected cock in between my soft butt cheeks. Withering underneath his weight, I gasped when the sound of ripped lace filled my ears. Looking slightly over my shoulder, sure enough, there were my undies clutched in his fist. He fixed me with an unnerving gaze as he brought the torn fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply; closing his eyes for a second before dropping them onto the floor beside our growing pool of discarded clothing. Reaching around my waist, he rubbed his fingers over my hot slicked folds, causing me to moan loudly at his touch. Finding my clit, he circled the swollen nub, growing faster and faster in pace as I encouraged him with my loud cries, begging him for more.

“Tom, please…” I bit down on my lower lip, angling my hips to allow him better access. With no more encouraging words, he slipped two fingers inside me, pushing in and out, sending me right off the edge. My hands were balled tightly into fists, fingernails digging in the palm of my hand as he continued to circle my clit, allowing me to ride out my orgasm. A thin layer of sweat glistened all over my body as I leaned against my wall with his full body pressed against mine. I heard the faint crinkle of the condom wrapper as I tried desperately to calm my unsteady breathing. His breaths hot my neck, he bit down on my shoulder, angling his hips and then plunging right inside me. I whimpered at the intrusion, feeling completely full and aching. Allowing me only to adjust for a little while, he took delightfully long deep strokes, in and out, in and out until we were both breathless. He continued to growl inside my ear as he fucked me.

“You like it when I fuck you like this don’t you?” Tom grunted in my ear, increasing his speed. “Up against the wall…naked? Does it thrill you?” He said in an unsteady voice, groaning when my walls clutched him tighter.

“Tom, I’m-I’m-I’m—” I cried out as I fell and broke into a million pieces. Like having a tidal wave crash against me, I was swimming in seas of pure pleasure and ecstasy as he too came. Burying his face into the crook of my shoulder, he held me against him until we caught our breaths. Turning me around, he pressed his lips on my forehead and lifted me up in a bridal style fashion, climbing my stairs and locating my bedroom easily as if he came to visit all the time. Letting me down onto the floor, he pulled back the sheets with one hand and nudged me to the bed. Suddenly hit with the overwhelming sense of exhaustion, I crawled eagerly underneath the sheets as he tucked me back into bed.

I grasped his wrist, stopping him from going anywhere. “Don’t go.”

I heard how weak my voice was but I didn’t care. A grim expression passed his face like a cloud passing the afternoon sun. I feared the worst. That he was going to leave me once again. The corners of his lips slowly tugged up into a smile and then he surprised me. He pulled the sheets back and snuggled up against my body. Wrapping an arm around my waist, we slept there in the same position as a spoon, falling peacefully asleep.


Tom woke up alone in bed. This was different from what he was used to. It was usually him who would get out of bed first, not wanting to be caught cuddling or in any intimate positions. Sitting up slowly in bed, he looked around the room, studying his surroundings. The bookshelf at the far corner of the room by the desk was packed with colourful paperbacks and hardcopies. Right beside it was a wall covered with frames filled with pictures of what must be her close friends and family members. He found himself smiling when he finally untangled himself from the twisted sheets and went to go towards his neatly stacked articles of clothing on her chair by her desk. Taking his time putting on his clothes, he continued studying the small room.

The same smile plastered on his face.


“I made you coffee.” I brought the mug full of dark steaming liquid towards him, secretly hating how perfect he looked even in a crumpled suit.

“Thank you.” He smiled, bringing the cup to his lips and taking a long drag. “I see that your work is extended outside of the office. I’m glad to see that you’re working hard.” Tom teased me, setting the cup down onto the countertop behind me. I inhaled his scent, savouring the closeness of our bodies. We were magnets, drawn to each other no matter how far or close we were.

“I already set up five meetings for you and answered all hundred emails in your inbox before I even made your coffee.” I whipped back at him as I straightened out his tie. “I always work hard.”

“I would just assume that after a particular…rough night, it would be harder for you to get back on your feet.” He easily replied.

“It wasn’t that bad.” I grinned when I saw his jaw muscles tighten.  

“Ms. Hart, you’ll pay for that.” Tom said, kissing me on the lips.


When we arrived in the office, something was off. The tension inside the building felt much different than what the normal tension of a top advertising firm in London should feel like. Tom must have sensed it too because before he even stepped out of his elevator, his phone beeped and vibrated in his palm as a flush of incoming messages poured in like a dam had just been broken. Scrolling rapidly through his glowing screen, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed into a thin white line.

“Cancel all my morning meetings.” He said to me curtly, not bothering to look at me. 

“I’m on it.” I walked alongside him down the corridor to his office, knowing he wasn’t done ordering me yet. But when he threw open his office door; I collided with the back of his solid chest when he stopped abruptly.

Peaking around his body, my eyes grew wide at the sight of a man sitting on one of the lounge couches inside the room, a cup of brandy in hand and a devilishly handsome grin on his chiselled face. He grinned at Tom, flicking his grey eyes at me, sending me to blush like a school girl. I felt Tom’s dominating presence come into full force as he noticed the stranger’s interest in me.

“Tom.” The model like man said as he stood up. Buttoning the single button on his suit, he ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair and gave us another dimpled smile. “Long time no see.” 

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