My pulse trips over itself. I try to act unaffected, but my body betrays me—thighs clenching, skin flushed. I stare at his mouth.
That rough, beautiful mouth.
“I’m not scared of you, Emmett.”
He leans in, lips brushing my ear. “You should be. Haven’t you been warned about me?”
I shiver. This version of him is electrifying.
My breathing turns ragged, and I meet his gaze before uttering what I know he needs to hear. “Yes, but I don’t care.”
And then hesnaps.
He crashes into me.
I gasp, and he swallows the sound, tongue sliding in like he wants to devour me.
One hand fists my hair, the other grabs my ass, hauling me against him as if he can’t stand another second of space between us.
Clothes come off in a frenzy. His denim shirt yanked open by the snaps and tossed away before he stares down at the line of silver buttons running the length of my denim minidress.
“You wore this for me?” he growls, swiping his thumb over the top button like he’s planning all the ways he can destroy it.
“No,” I lie, breathless. “I wore it because I like knowing that when you’re filming on set with someone else, you’re dreaming about fucking me instead.”
His eyes go dark, pupils dilating. He looks ferocious.
And then he drops to his knees, tugging my panties down roughly before shoving the hemline of my dress up around my waist.
“Em—”
“You told me to stop being so polite.” His voice is gravel, his hands locking around my thighs. “So quit playing games with me and spread your fucking legs, Julia.”
Before I can even respond, he’s on me. Driving me up the flat expanse of wall at my back, hiking one leg over each shoulder. He manhandles me like he has every right to—like he knows I’ve been dreaming about getting fucked by him all day.
And when his tongue slides over me—slow, deliberate, devastating—I arch back and break. “Fuck, Emmett—”
“I want every sound you make,” he growls against my pussy. “Louder for me, doll.”
I don’t hold back. I give him every whimper, every moan. “Yes, fuck. Just like that.Please.”
I plead with him for more, and he doesn’t let up. Mouth working me over like he’s starved, like I’m the only thing that can satisfy him. His tongue circles, presses, flicks, and when he slips two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right, my entire body bows off the wall.
I come undone. My thighs tremble, and his name flies from my throat on a ragged cry.
But he doesn’t stop.
“Emmett… God… please. Please don’t stop.”
He drags me through my orgasm with excruciating attention to detail, wringing every wave of pleasure out of me until I’m gasping, boneless.
And then he stands, chest rising and falling as he licks my wetness from his lips with a toe-curling smirk. His jeans are shoved down low on his hips, cock hard and thick andready.
“That’s a lot of pleases, Jules,” he says, low and proud. “You begging for more?”
I smirk, still breathless. “I meant it more likeIs that all?”
My taunt is all he needs to lose it entirely. He spins me around to face the wall, palms splayed over my back as he bends me over.
