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Chapter 30

Emma couldn’t wait to leave the bookstore on Wednesday afternoon. Zack was coming over to her house after work, and she had a lot to do. Kelly arrived a half an hour earlier than usual to relieve Emma, encouraging her to go home and “primp for the Greek God.” Emma didn’t even bother with a retort; she simply grabbed her purse and hurried out the door.

When she and Zack had talked on the phone the night before, Emma had suggested that they meet at her house for a change. Her motivation was two-fold: one, she wanted to cook for him and, two, she didn’t want to risk being interrupted by Alicia and Gracie. Zack did his part by telling Alicia in no uncertain terms that he wouldn’t be home until eight o’clock, so Emma looked forward to three uninterrupted hours with him!

Emma had planned a simple meal, since she doubted that eating would be the primary focus of the evening. She set to work coating chicken to bake, and once it was in the oven, she prepared a tossed salad. She had stopped by the Clarkston bakery on her way home and picked up an assortment of cookies for dessert.

Kitchen duties complete, Emma hustled up the stairs to prepare herself for the evening. First, she ran a warm bath and sprinkled in her favorite vanilla-scented bath salts. She lounged back in the tub and thoroughly shaved her legs and various other areas until her skin was silky smooth. She didn’t bother re-washing her hair because it would take too long to dry. Instead, she spritzed in a curling product and fluffed it up with her hands. Emma had worn dress slacks and a blouse to the bookstore that day, but she wanted to ramp it up a notch for Zack. She rummaged through her closet until she found a denim skirt that she hadn’t worn in quite some time. Kelly had given it to Emma during one of the infamous purges of her overstuffed closet, but Emma had complained that the skirt was too short. It was the perfect reason to wear it tonight, though—Zack would probably love it. She paired the skirt with an off-the-shoulder white peasant top (also courtesy of Kelly) and a chunky silver necklace with a heart charm dangling from it. She gave her lashes a fresh coat of mascara, swiped some glossy lip balm on her lips, and voila—she was ready.

Emma used the remaining ten minutes to set the table, and when she had finished, the doorbell rang. Perfect timing.

She swung the door open to reveal Zack holding a colorful spray of fall flowers wrapped in cellophane.

“Thank you,” she said, touched by the old-fashioned gesture. “Come on in.”

Zack followed her into the kitchen, where she set the flowers down on the counter to look for a vase. She got up on her tiptoes to reach an upper cabinet when Zack came up behind her.

“Allow me,” he said, his voice husky as he reached up and selected a crystal vase from the shelf. He set the vase on the counter next to them, and Emma slowly turned around. Zack had her penned in against the kitchen counter, and it didn’t appear that he was moving anytime soon.

“I have chicken in the oven,” Emma stammered, and she pointed behind him.

“Don’t care.”

“But aren’t you hungry?”

Zack dipped his head down and nibbled on her bottom lip. “Yes, very.”

His meaning was crystal clear, and Emma sighed as his hands began to caress her bare shoulders.

“This is pretty,” he said, running his index finger along the top edge of her blouse.

Emma watched his finger travel back and forth a few times before he dipped his whole hand down the front of her top. “Zack.”

His other hand had disappeared underneath her skirt, and he groaned when he touched her bare bottom. No days-of-the-week underwear tonight. Emma had recovered a red silky thong from the far recesses of her underwear drawer hoping that Zack would approve. By the sounds of it, he definitely did.

Suddenly Zack went down on his knees in front of her and started to pull up on her skirt.

“Here? Now?” Why am I even questioning this?

“I don’t want to wait,” he replied, and then his head was covered in denim. Emma felt a cool whoosh of air as her panties hit the floor. Zack gently lifted her feet out of them and spread her legs a little further apart.

Oh my! There was no more talking, no more thinking, no more worrying about burnt chicken. There was only Zack bringing her such excruciating pleasure that she wanted to scream. She settled for loud moaning instead, which Zack took as encouragement, and he intensified his movements.

Emma had always found oral sex to be a bit of a mystery. She never really understood what the fuss was all about, but Zack was giving her a whole new lease on the topic. She shattered against him with a stream of “oohs” and “aahs” and a few shouts of his name. She leaned against the counter for support when he peeked his head out from under her skirt.

Zack’s hair was adorably disheveled, and his polo shirt had come untucked from his pants, but he looked as happy as, well, as happy as a guy should look after what he had just done! He picked up her panties and dangled them from his index finger while he rose to his full height.

Emma tugged her skirt down and reached her hand out to retrieve her underwear, but he held them just above her reach.

“Give me those,” she said and tried to jump up to reach them.

“You won’t be needing them,” he stated and scooped her up with one arm.

Emma couldn’t contain her giggles when he carried her into the living room he-man style and laid her on the couch. Her laughter faded away as she watched him strip, his sleek muscles contracting with every movement. In place of his trademark Superman boxers, he wore snug-fitting boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. Emma swallowed hard when he revealed himself fully. He didn’t move for what felt like a long time, allowing her to look her fill, completely comfortable under her appraising eye.

When Zack started to approach, Emma held up her index finger. He stopped in his tracks and watched her undress. Her fingers fumbled with the strings that tied her blouse together, but it finally fell open, revealing her lacy white push-up bra. She lifted the blouse over her head and tossed it aside before reaching around to unhook her bra. When she pulled it down to expose her breasts, she heard Zack’s loud intake of breath. Emma locked eyes with him while she shimmied out of her skirt, and then she stilled while he raked his eyes over her naked body.

“Emma” was the last coherent word she heard before he entered her. Zack propped himself up on his forearms and kissed her everywhere he could reach, starting with her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and even her ear lobes. Who knew those would be so sensitive? He assailed all of her senses at once until her nerves became a mass of firing explosions. Their hips ground together, and Zack’s chest hairs tickled her breasts as their movements quickened.