The next day before the gala, I manned the restaurant alone while she took an emergency day to stay home with Mike. I knew they’d probably spent most of the day fighting and arguing, and I honestly wasn’t sure how much longer I could let Evie go on in this torturous limbo.
But I wasn’t going to bring up her relationship with her till we were speaking in person, so after sending back a simple reply, I set my phone on the nightstand and peered over my shoulder at Emmett.
My mouth curved into a smile as I studied his perfection. He was still asleep after I’d wiggled out of his embrace, and now he was lying on his back, one arm stretched over his head and the other resting on top of his chiseled abs. God, it was a hell of a sight to wake up to. The white sheets were a stark contrast to his tanned skin, and they were barely draped over him, which meant I could see every naked inch of that long, muscled body – except his impressive morning wood.
Biting my lip, I reached for the sheet, making him stir when I whipped it clean off his body.
“Mmph.”
He moved but didn’t open his eyes, though I caught the slightest smile touch his mouth as he felt me crawl over to him.
“I’m trying to sleep, baby, what are you – ah… holy fuck.”
He shut up the second I put his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his swollen tip and peering up just as he opened his eyes to pin them on me. His jaw fell as he watched me intently, raking his fingers through my hair and gathering it into a ponytail as I went from licking teasingly to sucking eagerly, my head bobbing up and down on his shaft.
He didn’t take his eyes off me. He barely even blinked. Despite a heavy-lidded gaze, his attention was rapt on me, drinking in every second of me till he was growling for me to give him my pussy.
After a ten-second wrestle for the top, I yelped, giggling as I felt him pin me to the corner of the bed. His chest was pressed hard against my tits, his cock driving so deep inside me that I knew I had his every last inch. He was absolutely buried inside me, and he seemed to want to keep it that way. His strokes were short and intense, and his lower abs were rubbing so tight against my clit that I could feel my pleasure mounting within minutes.
“Oh my God, Emmett,” I breathed. Our bodies were completely joined, my pussy stretched to its limit and filled to the hilt. I gasped for breath but instead felt his tongue. It claimed mine as he grinded inside me, the weight his balls hitting my ass, the headboard rattling as our pace only grew faster.
The second he squeezing my ass, spreading my pussy as he drilled inside it, I came. And as the euphoria spilled from my lips, I felt him twitch inside me.
“Tell me you want it,” Emmett rasped, staring into my eyes. “Tell me you want my cum inside you.”
“Give it to me, Emmett. I want to feel it,” I breathed as I watched every second of his hot release inside me. I kept my legs wrapped around him, kissing him through the last of his deep, throaty groan as he jerked against my body.
It was intimacy like I’d never felt before.
And for what felt like a blissful eternity, we stayed locked in that embrace, our breaths tangled, our hearts beating together, and our passion still thick in the air as we kissed the morning away.
Emmett let me hog the water for the majority of our shower, so I wound up hopping out first and heading downstairs to make us some lunch.
I had to snort at myself for pausing at the bottom of the stairs, since I was unsure about whether to go left or right. It was funny – while Emmett’s summerhouse felt a hundred percent like home, his actual apartment was still a foreign place to me.
Guess that could change in time, I thought with a smile on my lips.
In a month, summer would be over and I’d be closing the doors to my restaurant till next year. Till then, it made sense for me to be in the city, closer to the warehouse that was open year-round.
As I moved around the kitchen and grabbed bread off the shelf, I used my free hand to type into my phone. I was stupidly Googling the distance between the warehouse and this apartment, because I already needed to imagine what life might be like for Emmett and me after the summer.
Less than forty minutes by train, I noted. Not the worst. It was fifteen minutes by car though, and knowing Emmett’s impatience, he’d probably wind up picking me up from there a lot.
I grinned to myself as I imagined spending the coming autumn and winter in Manhattan, cozied up with Emmett in this apartment or wherever I’d end up renting. Though I definitely couldn’t afford an apartment in either Manhattan or Brooklyn without at least one roommate or two, and something told me that Emmett wouldn’t stand for that.
But also, you could be getting ahead of yourself, I thought, though it didn’t stop me from continuing to fantasize – and so hard that I wound up forgetting about the toast I left on his skillet.
“Oh shit!” I yelped when the fire alarm went off. “Crap!” I hissed, turning off the heat and running to the windows only to realize I had no idea how to open them.
They were huge, floor-to-ceiling monsters that intimidated the hell out of me, so I wound up running around, searching for a solution till I noticed the office door sitting ajar, the window inside already cracked open. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Rushing inside, I pushed the window as far open as it went, spinning around to then search the room for a magazine or something so I could fan the alarm.
My eyes locked fast on a sealed Manila envelope on Emmett’s desk, but just as I snatched it off, the alarm outside stopped wailing and my eyes landed on a stack of papers I couldn’t help but stare at.
The second I processed the logo on the heading, my heart stopped.
What… the fuck?
My ears were still ringing as I dropped the Manila folder back onto the desk and picked up the stack of papers.