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I was expecting her to head for the bedroom but she goes in the opposite direction—not that I’m fucking complaining, if the hungry look in her eyes is anything to go by.
A growl rumbles in my chest when she leads me toward my office, her back bumping into the door, making it swing open.
“Lean against your desk, boss,” she purrs, looking at me from beneath her lashes.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl, doing exactly as I’m told.
The second she’s in front of me, I thread my fingers into her hair and crash her already swollen lips to mine, hungrily sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She squeaks in pain as my fingers twist, leaving her with no question about exactly how badly I need this right now.
Pulling back, I stare into her eyes.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
Excitement darkens her eyes, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s taken back to earlier times when the burning hate that sparked between us almost scorched us both alive.
“Yes, boss,” she breathes, immediately dropping to her knees, her fingers making quick work of tugging my fly open and dragging my jeans and boxers around my hips.
A pained moan rips from my throat as my cock springs free. But all she does is stare at it.
“I lied before,” she confesses, and my heart suddenly slams against my ribs.
I know I wasn’t meant to walk in on her telling Cruz what she did. I didn’t need her reaction to tell me it was really fucking bad timing. But if she takes it back, fuck.
I stare down at her, really trying to keep my expression blank, because if I don’t, I’m afraid of what she might see looking back at her.
“I once told you there was only one part of you I liked.” Lifting her head, I groan when she wraps her delicate fingers around me. “I mean, it might still be my favourite bit, but I like other parts of you now too.”
I bark out a laugh, more than relieved she’s not taking back what she said. Because despite the fact that she didn’t say it to my face, and also the fact that she said she thought it was how she felt, it still meant more to me. Hearing those words from her lips was more powerful than I ever thought it would be.
I knew the second she walked away from me on New Year’s Eve after her impressive breakout skills that what I felt for her wasn’t what I’d always tried to convince myself it was. And I understand after everything we’ve been through together that those words, her feelings might take a little longer, and I’ll give her all the time in the world to get her head around this. But fuck, I want it. I want to hear those words fall from her lips as she stares me right in the eyes so fucking bad.
I want her to tell me that I’m not crazy for wanting this when it’s the least of what I deserve. I need her to— Fuuuuuck.
My vision clears as I come back to myself as she licks around the head of my cock, lapping up the precum that’s collected at the tip as if she was dying without it.
“Mmmm,” she moans, the vibrations from it shooting up my dick.
“Jesus, Hellcat. I’ll never get used to watching you do this. You look so fucking good on your knees for me.”
“Don’t fuck this up and I might just do it fairly often,” she quips.
“That’s a pretty fucking good incentive, babe,” I manage to force out before she sinks right down on my length, taking as much of me as physically possible.
She works me into a fucking frenzy with her fingernails digging into my arse as she takes me.
“Fuck, babe. Fuck,” I grunt a beat before my release claims me and my cock shoots ropes of jizz down her throat.
She doesn’t stop until I’m done, and only when she’s confident she’s got it all, does she sit back on her heels and look up at me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I praise, reaching out to swipe a little cum from her lip and immediately pushing it back into her mouth. Her tongue laps at it, and fuck if my cock doesn’t jerk, getting ideas for more already.
Collaring her throat, I lift her to her feet, crashing our lips together. I taste myself on her tongue, but it only makes me burn hotter for her.
Commotion and voices from out in the living area float down to us, and Emmie pulls back.
“Tell me they didn’t?” I ask, although I already know it’s hopeless.
“Pretty sure they did,” Emmie replies with a smirk.
