Page 75 of Rory in a Kilt


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Emery falls to her knees between my legs, her body cradled by my thighs. "You can have me anytime you want, anywhere you want, any way you want."

I shut my eyes, swallow hard, and struggle to control my erratic breathing. Only then can I look at her. "Not in the daytime, and not outside the bedroom."

"Okay, baby, whatever you want." She uncoils her body inch by inch, granting me a close-up view of her cleavage and her naked legs. With my face too close to her groin, she tousles my hair. "If you change your mind, let me know."

My wicked angel skates her fingers down my cheek, over my chin, across my lips.

I stop breathing, my attention fixated on the fly of her shorts. Christ, I want to tear the zipper open with my teeth.

Emery walks away, her hips undulating. Outside the doorway, with her hand on the knob, she pauses. "Oh, I forgot to tell you—because I haven't seen you since yesterday morning. Got a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I'm having lunch with Erica and Calli after."

I rip a Post-it note from a dispenser, but I can't remember what I meant to write on it. "Tomorrow. Fine."

"Have a good afternoon."

I mumble, producing no words.

My wife shuts the door behind her.

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