Hooking back up with him was absolutely not an option, but damn, I was feeling susceptible lately.
Arriving at the address in Chelsea, I was already physically and emotionally exhausted. But I knew I had to pull myself together and make the magic happen. Andrew had given me full creative control, which was amazing, but it also meant that I had a lot more responsibility than I’d ever had at Danica Rose. As the photography editor-in-chief, I wasn’t just shooting my own photos, I was overseeing other photographers and shoots as well.
It wasn’t until I was already walking onto the set that I realized the shoot I’d be overseeing was all nude. I’d been so distracted by everything happening in my personal life that I hadn’t prepared the way I usually did, hoping that I could just show up and wing it. A mistake I would never let myself make again.
“Emzee, you’re here! Fantastic!” said Rian, an up-and-coming freelancer we’d just hired for the first time. I’d seen her photos in a gallery one day while walking Munchkin and had immediately reached out to see if she’d be interested in shooting a series forlookingglass. Needless to say, she was already a fan of mine for hooking her up with the gig.
“Hey!” I said, trying not to look like a deer in headlights. “This all looks great. You want to show me your shot list before you get started?”
Rian practically jumped up and down. “Yes! This is so exciting!”
I’d shot plenty of nudes, and I’d obviously been surrounded by naked models before, but never while pregnant—and in my fragile state, I found myself turned on to no end.
The shoot was agonizingly long, and I spent most of it trying to maintain my composure as I watched a pair of sultry, smudgy-eyelinered models with amazing chemistry pose together in various sensual positions, their bodies wrapped around each other like vines. Rian was really into hands and the angles and curves of the body, so there was a lot of grabbing and bending and giggling involved. An assistant was on standby with a spray bottle to add water droplets to bare skin, and the hair stylist made sure no one’s sexy bedhead fell flat. Meanwhile the models were obviously having a great time, probably because Rian’s energy was so contagious.
By the time we wrapped, I was so hot and bothered that I could barely focus. All I wanted to do was go home and get my vibrator out and take care of the persistent throb of desire that was coursing through my veins. The subway ride back to Brooklyn had never taken so long.
But when I finally stepped off the elevator on my floor, I could already see Ford at the end of the hall, leaning on the wall beside my apartment door. He looked adorably rumpled in his suit, and had probably been waiting a long time—I was home extra late, even for me.
Munchkin pulled at the leash, panting with happiness, and I let him run to Ford.
Seeing him crouch down to pet my dog, something inside me cracked.
I couldn’t resist anymore.
Ford
Chapter 10
Ididn’t know what I’d done to win Emzee over, but at the moment I didn’t really care—because she was all over me and that was the only thing that mattered.
After pulling me into her apartment, she’d put Munchkin in the bedroom, pushed me onto the couch, and started ripping off my clothes. I’d rarely seen her so aggressive before, but as long as she was letting me in, I was going to take advantage of the opportunity. Make her mine again.
We were groping each other on the couch, tongues tangled, half dressed and frantic. The feel of her body against mine was everything. I had missed stroking my hands over her curves, squeezing the globes of that perfect ass, kissing the soft skin of her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. The glide of my tongue against her tightening nipples, her breathless moans in my ear.
We didn’t even make it to the bedroom before her hands were sliding down between us, her hot grip finding my cock and squeezing me through my briefs. I was rock hard and ready, but there was something else I’d missed so badly I couldn’t wait another second for it—so I pushed her into a seated position against the cushions and slid onto the floor to kneel between her legs.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and started teasing them down slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. My plan was to remind her exactly what she’d been living without, starting from the bottom and making my way up. I’d take my time about it, too. Make her ache for it. For me.
Once I had her fully naked in front of me, I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing her legs wide apart. I could see her pussy glistening, pink and wet. Fuck. She was so ready for me. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I shifted a little, adjusting myself in my briefs before burying my face in that sweet, sweet cunt. Emzee instantly let out a moan, grinding against my tongue.
God, yes.
She was even wetter than I expected, tasting as sweet as a peach, practically gushing in my mouth like ripe fruit. I dragged my tongue up her slit and then around her clit as she gasped for air above me, her hips jerking as I fucked her with my mouth. Sucking, lapping, thrusting into her with my tongue. Her hands had gone to her breasts, squeezing them together, and she fingered her nipples as she rode my mouth. It was a beautiful sight. I couldn’t get enough.
I dipped my tongue deeper inside her, wanting to feel her come against my mouth. I needed her to remember how good it was when we were together. How good I could be to her.
She threw her head back, eyes closed as I sucked on her clit again. Soft and steady, just the way she liked it. Her hands slid down into my hair, pulling me hard against her, and I loved it. I tensed my tongue and slid it back and forth inside her, giving her a taste of what she’d experience with my cock until she was moaning louder, her cries shorter and faster as her hips began to buck harder beneath me. I knew she was getting close. I slipped two fingers inside her, moving my mouth up to capture her clit, sucking with the firm, gentle pressure she loved.
“I’m coming,” she warned, fingers tightening in my hair, her thighs squeezing the sides of my head. “Ford…I’m going to come.”
And then she did, crying out, body writhing against the couch cushions.
I licked her through the shudders of her orgasm, reveling in the taste of her. When her breath began to slow and her body began to relax, I started anew, thrusting my tongue inside of her again first and then stretching her wide with my fingers. Two and then three, in a twisting motion, and then I curled them inside her to rub the pad of her G-spot.
She went wild when I did, her hands gripping the couch cushions, holding on to them for dear life as she cursed softly.
“Good girl. Just relax. Just like that,” I coaxed, determined to make her come again before I even took my cock out, even though it was screaming for my attention.
