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Emmi
Trent looksup at me with hooded eyes. If you would have told me an hour ago that I’d be with my boss like this I would’ve called you a liar. But something had to break. The tension between us was too hard to handle. He’s the kind of man I want to take care of, to show him that not all women leave. I can’t help but wonder what the hell kind of woman would.
He pushes a strand of hair back from my face. “You’re beautiful Emmi.” His lips graze mine when he speaks. “I was terrified to hire you because I knew this would happen.”
“How do you feel now?” I say, tracking a circle on his broad, muscular back.
“Like this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.”
He looks like a giant before me and I feel tiny in comparison. I rub my hands down his corded torso, wondering how in the world someone in real life gets this buff. The thought leaves my head quickly as Trent lowers himself on top of me, parts my folds with his tip, sliding around near my wet opening. Trent’s lips come crashing down on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as he presses his massive length further into me. I squeeze my eyes shut, but refuse to let him stop. The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure. I drop my knees open a little wider for him as he enters me fully.
“Jesus Christ.” Trent moans, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re so tight.”
“I know,” I say.
“You feel so fucking good.” He gazes into my eyes. “I’m going to have to pace myself.”
“I’m fine with you going slow.” I groan. Trent smiles and presses so deep into me that I have to catch my breath. My fingernails graze his shoulder blades as he pumps in and out of me. The scent of a freshly showered man rains down on me. His mussed, sandy hair hovers over one emerald green eye.
Every position feels better than the last. Our bodies drip with sweat, dampening the mattress underneath us. When I crawl on top of him, he palms my breasts and the way he looks at me, it’s like I’m the last woman on earth. It’s the sort of thing a girl could get used to.
“I’m going to come, Emmi.” Before I have a chance to answer he lays me down on my back and spreads my legs. He enters me quick and sharp, pumping so deep inside of me. With one, long hard thrust he groans. “I’m coming,” he says, his face, so beautiful and vulnerable.
I circle my hips against his final thrusts. My engorged bud ignites with pleasure, and I can hardly believe it but I’m coming, too. “Fuck,” I whimper, holding onto Trent like if I let go of him, he’d float away like a balloon.
He collapses on top of me, panting. I brush his hair away from his forehead replacing it with a gentle kiss. I want to say something to make this comfortable, but I’m having a hard time. This isn’t a situation I’ve ever experienced. What do you say after you just fucked your boss, but have confusingly real feelings for him?
“Emmi, you’re fired.” He says, pressing his cheek against my breasts.
I nearly do a double take. “Excuse me?”
“I can’t have my girlfriend taking payment to watch my daughter.”
“But I—girlfriend?”
Trent’s green eyes meet mine. His flushed cheeks and mussed hair make him look like he just returned from battle. “You want me to be your girlfriend?”
“I think that’s where this is headed.” He plants a soft kiss between my breasts. “Iknowthat’s where this is headed, and I can tell you now that the reason I didn’t want to hire you was because the minute I locked eyes with you, I knew you were meant to be mine.”
I don’t know what to say. I thought this man hated me when he first met me. “Really?”
He rolls off of me, propping his head up with his hand. “Really.”
“I like that reason.” I say, a little giggle escaping my mouth. “Besides, I think they really need me at the bakery.” I let out a long sigh. Of course this is a blatant lie, but I miss working with my sisters. It’s good to know there’s a job waiting for me. My sisters are always there for me, even when I up and get another job because I’m feeling a bit under appreciated. Maybe this is how it was always meant to be.
I roll over on my side to face him, and press my lips against his. I mean for it to be quick, to pull away, but the kiss grows deep and his hand is already tracing a line down the curve of my hips. Tingles erupt all over my body, and just like that I’m ready for more.
“I promise I’m not going anywhere.” I whisper, parting my legs for Trent once more.
“Emmi,” he says tracing a line down my dripping wet slit. “You belong to me now, and I wouldn’t let you go even if you tried. I need you.” He presses his nose against mine and smiles, and that is music to my ears.
Epilogue
Emmi
Five Years Later:
