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I thought I had my answer right there.
“Kyle…” she trailed off, seemingly at a complete loss for words. “I wish I knew that back then. But—” she took my hands in hers, the gesture feeling very intimate— “thank you for telling me now.”
It had felt like no time had passed at all, but we ended up outside of my home somehow. The young driver opened our door and I held Emma’s hand as we climbed out. Then, we were alone in my dark mansion. My hands were on her face, then her waist, then her ass, then everywhere all at once. Emma kissed me back with such fervor that I realized all the other times we’d been together, she must’ve been holding back.
“Damn,” she said breathlessly. “This is your house?”
“Yeah. It doesn’t matter.”
“But look at this place.” She swept her hand through the air.
I hardly looked at the house, I bought it fully furnished so I couldn’t take credit for any of it. It was all marble floors, walls of windows, sleek modern lines, and minimalistic design. It was nice, but I preferred something homier.
“It’s okay,” I said, meaning it.
“Don’t be modest,” Emma said, running her nails down my back.
“I’m not. I’m going to fuck you so good you’re not going to be able to walk. Was that modest enough for you?”
Emma laughed but my mouth was on her again too quickly for her to say anything else.
We kissed each other, hardly breaking contact, as I lured her to my bedroom. I couldn’t remember cleaning it before I left, I never imagined this would happen—or maybe I had. But once we got inside, it was spotless. My stuff seemed to always be around, yet somehow invisible.
The bedroom was dark, black bedding, dark wood built ins and fireplace, dark drapes and carpeting, but it was all made to seduce. It was a bachelor’s bedroom, something the designer must’ve done just for me, but Emma didn’t seem to mind.
We made our way over to the bed and the idea of not fucking her on some hard surface made my dick jump. We were going to take our time.
I sat on the edge of the bed and Emma pressed herself against my legs.
“Okay, birthday present. Unwrap yourself for me,” I told her.
“What?” she asked, hesitation in her voice.
“You’re my present for my birthday, but I need you unwrapped,” I said again. “Strip for me, baby. Give me a show.”
Chapter 18
Emma
Ididn’tknowhowKyle did it, but he somehow always made me feel so desired, so wanted. He’d slept with actual models. He was a young, hot billionaire and I had no doubt he’d have no problem charming nearly any woman he wanted, yet I was what he wanted—who he wanted.
Slowly, while swaying to music that was only in my head, I moved my hips and inched the hem of my dress up with each movement. I’d never put my panties back on after we hooked up in the back room of the club, so once the dress was high enough, I was exposed.
Kyle’s eyes darkened and he bit his bottom lip. The movement drove me wile so I hurried the rest of the dance, whipping the dress over my head and tossing it aside. That left me in nothing but my bra. Kyle stood from the bed, our mouths connecting like magnets as he quickly unhooked my bra and threw it to the ground.
“Happy birthday,” I whispered.
“Best present ever,” he whispered back.
“Not yet,” I teased.
Playfully, I pushed Kyle back on the bed. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head while I kneeled between his legs and got to work on his pants.
“I’ve been dying to do this,” I told him, freeing his hard cock from his pants.
“Who am I to deny you?” Kyle teased.
Once he was fully naked, I sucked him into my mouth, just the tip at first and then taking more.
