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“I was saving you from me. I’m not normal, Emmy. I didn’t want you to be dragged down by me. You were like this piece of light in my dark world. I didn’t want to be the one to dim your light.”
“You’re right. You’re not normal. But I loved you anyway. I would have happily stayed in that cabin with you forever. I never cared what other kids said about you at school. I never listened to the rumours, even if I knew they were true. Because even back then, I knew. I’ve known since I first laid eyes on you…” she whispers.
“What did you know?”
“That you were the Tim to my Tam, the Vegemite to my toast.”
“You forgot the cookie to your cream,” I remind her, a vivid memory of the first time I saw her coming to me. “Did you forget the part where I tipped a milkshake over you? I’m not a nice person, Emmy.”
“I haven’t forgotten. I also haven’t forgotten how no one ever picked on me at school. Or how every single boy who ever showed any interest in me would either leave school or come back banged up.”
I shrug. “I did all those losers a favour. Also, they should have known better than to try to hook up with you.”
I spend the next ten minutes rubbing the loofah all over her body, paying extra attention to her breasts and those pink nipples of hers that make my mouth water. Her breathing picks up; her cheeks are flushed. I can feel the twitch in her legs as she fights to close them. She’s fighting the feelings. She doesn’t want to be turned on.
Slowly lowering the loofah down her stomach until I reach her smooth, bare pussy, I press down harder and rub circles around her clit. Her head tips back and her lips part as her pelvis attempts to push into my hand.
Discarding the loofah, I replace it with my fingers, rolling them around her clit before dragging one down to her opening. My cock is hard as a fucking rock, aching to take the place of my finger as I slowly pump in and out of her.
Leaning over, my mouth closes around one of her hardened nipples, biting down gently as my tongue swirls around the tip. Fuck, I need to get my mind back on the game plan here. This isn’t about my pleasure, or hers at the moment. As intoxicating as she is, as much as I want to watch her come apart from my touch, I want information more. I need the information only she knows.
Releasing her nipple, I kiss my way up her neck. Slowly. I want to stay right here, like this, forever. But forever doesn’t exist. It’s a concept only fools buy into.
“You want me to make you come, Emmy?” I ask as I slow my movements, her pussy trying to grind down harder onto my hand the more I pull away.
She nods her head, her long blonde locks falling back into the water.
“I need to hear the words. Do you want me to make you feel better than you ever have before?”
She picks her head up; her gaze locks with mine. “Yes.” That one word, whispered out of her mouth… That word, I want to hear her screaming it over and over again.
“I want that too, Emmy. I want to make you come apart on my fingers, on my mouth, on my fucking cock.” I groan as one of her hands tentatively wraps around my cock.
“Fuck.” I have to remove her hand. I can’t think straight when she touches me. Now is not the time to lose focus.
“I need something from you. If you want to come, I need you to give me a name.” I’m hoping she’s so far gone with need, she forgets that she’s keeping this secret.
She’s not though, and she hasn’t forgotten. She shakes her head no. “Please, Josh, I-I can’t.” Her hips continue to grind into my hand.
I remove my fingers. I’m out of the bath and have a towel wrapped around me before she even opens her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“If you can’t, then neither can I. Finish yourself off, Emmy.” With that, I storm out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
Fuck!Losing control, I punch the closest wall I find. I keep punching over and over again until I feel the tear of skin. My knuckles drip with blood. I need to get out of here. I can’t be around her when I’m feeling so out of control.
Why the fuck won’t she tell me? Is she trying to protect the bastard who’s been hurting her? Fuck that, if she won’t tell me who the fuck it is, I have other ways of finding out.
Getting dressed, I decide on a new course of action and head down to my office.
* * *
I’ve been sittingin this office for an hour, making call after call, scanning emails and answering the ones that are worth my time. I’ve been debating over whether or not to investigate Emmy’s life. I’ve never second guessed my choices before, never cared what anyone thought. But it’s different with her. I fucking hate that she brings these feelings out of me.
Deciding it’s always better to seek forgiveness rather than ask permission, I put the call through (the same call I’ve been holding off). Sam’s the one guy I know I can trust to get me the information I need. There’s a reason he’s my second in command. He gets shit done, no matter what the task. There is no dirty laundry he can’t uncover, no deal he can’t make happen.
“Boss, what’s up?” Sam asks.
