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“Pull your knees up, baby.” He orders and I again, I do it instantly. His fingers work me up into a frenzy and I cry out. “That’s it, Em, take them baby.” God damn! His fingers are rough as they ram in and out but I’m so hot for him right now, he can do whatever he wants to me. The feelings from last night come back at me full force.
He removes his fingers and I feel the emptiness as soon as they leave my pussy but it’s not for long. I feel the wetness of his tongue running from my nub and all the way to the back, then spears in and out of my opening, growling as he feasts like I’m the only meal he’s had in days. God, I want to come. My core tenses he knows as he sucks harder. Just a little more, my tummy tightens, and my legs tense. I squeeze my thighs feeling the roughness of his stubble on my skin, “Oh fuck!” his chuckle resonates through me as he removes his tongue but in less than a second, I feel the head of his cock at my opening. He palms my back, dragging his fingers down, and parting my cheeks, gripping firmly and swiftly thrusting inside of me, his name a prayer on my lips.
His weight pressing down on my back feels so good, then his lips are at my ear, his breaths heavy as he whispers sexily. “You need to remember Em, the devil always fucking wins.” His hushed words send a shiver down my spine.He's so deep inside of me, making me feel every little movement.
“Oh, my fucking god!” I squeeze around him as tight as I can while he groans in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“My name's Troy, but God works too.” He gasps through his thrusts.
I can’t even give him a comeback because I’ve drifted off to another place. I’m only semi-conscious enough to know I should be pushing back against him as he drives forward. I cry out as my orgasm starts to build. “Yes, harder.” He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he plunges in harder and faster.
While I’m chasing my own release, he roars. “Fuck, Emily!” Hearing Troy losing control urges me on and I let it go, screaming though my climax, giving him everything I have and more. We collapse together onto the bed, releasing my hips and moving his hands to either side of my head on the mattress again while holding himself off me. “Em?” Troy whispers, he briefly presses his lips to my cheek until I’m more coherent, then turning my face to the side I rest my cheek on the bed and look at him.
Easing his now softer cock out of me, he holds himself off me. before capturing my lips with his. I’m too tired to argue but as his tongue slips inside my mouth, I reach my hand up, palm his cheek softly and kiss him, rolling onto my side and just enjoy his attention for a minute. Very soon, the moment will have passed, and it’ll be like we haven’t just had the best sex ever. So, I want to revel in it a little while longer, while I still can.
With every slip and slide of our tongues as they dance together, I feel myself falling that little bit further, but I need to keep my head in the game. I’ve been back here for less than twenty-four hours. I can’t afford to let myself fall, no matter how sexy he is, or even how he seems to have this hold over me. With one last kiss I pull away from him and he drags me up to my feet as he stands. He smiles as his joggers crumple around his ankles and I pull his t-shirt on, it just about covers my modesty, grazing the tops of my thighs. Not caring what I want, his hands close around my face and he brings me closer, his lips latching onto mine. I melt into his hold and let him kiss him. Tearing my lips away I sigh softly grazing his lips with my fingers.
With a small smile for him, I turn away, putting a sway in my hips as I leave him in the bedroom and head for the ensuite locking the door behind me. Taking the t-shirt over my head I throw it to the floor and press my back against the coolness of the door. Once my breathing is back to normal, I smile and go over to start the water. I’m so sore and I need that shower more than anything now.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
TROY
After just a week, Emily decides we don’t need the housekeeper anymore. She knew I didn’t have Rose anymore, because she retired when Mitch died. Emily wants to look after the house. The last thing I want to do is to stop her making decisions when it seems like she’s finally accepted being here with me. I’ve used every chance to be close to her, although there seems to be days when she just wants to be by herself. I’ve given her space when she needs it using the excuse I need to work. She goes outside into the garden to sit. So many thoughts cross her features, I can see them in her eyes. The garden backs onto countryside so she has the peacefulness around her. She seems much more contented than when she first came back here.
It’s not taken me long to get used to having her around. We talk about her work. I can see how much she loves the gallery and being her own boss. She never did fit in with the business we were in. I’m so glad I let her walk away to make her own life, standing on her own two feet and doing what she always loved.
Enteringthrough the door of Lancaster Galleries, I take soft steps so as not to alert her to my presence and lean against the open door of her office at the back. Kellie isn’t around making it easier to sneak up on her. Crossing my ankles and slipping my hands into my trouser pockets I watch her for a second longer. “Excuse me, but is the owner around? I’d like to buy a painting.” Her head snaps up, her gaze softens though when she sees me. This is a breakthrough.
“What are you doing here?” A half smile, half frown lines her pretty face and I smile.
“I’m in-between appointments and thought you might want to grab some lunch with me.” I leisurely stroll into her office taking a seat opposite her.
“Is there an ulterior motive here. You don’t usually pop in.” She asks leaning back in her desk chair and pushing the mouse away as I step inside the office and pull out the chair opposite.
“No ulterior motive, just thought I’d ask the question.” Sitting down, I cross my leg over the other knee and join my fingers. “So, what d’ya say?”
Her mouth twists. “Where were you thinking, McDonalds, Burger King, KFC even?”
She grins as I screw my nose up at all her choices. But she knew I would. “No thanks.,” I answer. “I was thinking that new Chinese buffet, further up in town.”
“I’m sold.” She answers right away and clicks her mouse, with a couple of more clicks she looks up and asks, “What time is your next appointment?”
I look at my watch briefly, “I’ve got a couple of hours at a push.”
She smiles then and lifts herself out of the chair, bends to pick up her bag from the floor and drops her phone inside. “Let me find Kellie to tell her I’m popping out.” She leaves her office with me still sitting there. There are a few papers scattered over her desk. Just like her father. He was messy too. I have the urge to tidy them up, not that I have OCD, but I do like a tidy desk. I resist though, I don’t want her thinking that I’ve been snooping. If I want to find something out I can. I definitely don’t need any more hostility from her than there already has been. The only time she doesn’t seem to hate me - well I say hate, strongly dislike would be better, the only time I don’t feel that is when I’m inside her. There’s no way your head can think one thing and your body feel another, she just likes me to think that she dislikes me - I know better.
The clicking of her heels on the marble floor alerts me to her coming back so I stand from my chair.
“You ready?” She stands in the doorway, a soft smile dancing on her lips.
“Let’s go.” I follow her back through the gallery, looking at the paintings as I pass. “There’s some good work here.”
She reaches the door and stares at me like I’ve got two heads as she holds it open., I’m sure she’s waiting for me to bullshit her. “Thanks.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head as I step in front of her, place my hand above her head and hold it open, letting her walk through first. We step out onto the street and with my hand placed strategically on her back, I pause, opening the car door for her. We could walk but I’m pushed for time as it is. I’d rather not have to rush through lunch with Emily, all because we decided to walk to the other end of town, shaving twenty minutes of my time.
Within five minutes we’re pulling up at The Chinese Flower - Cantonese restaurant that has recently opened. I’ve heard some good things about it and how better to sample it than with your favourite person. My hand rests on her back again while we walk through the reception area. I stop to ask if there’s a table for two available, the waitress nods and tells us to follow her, showing us to a table and pulling Emily’s chair out for her. She gives us the go ahead to get some food and asks what drinks we want.
