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Chapter Four
Jamie
I never imagined the ache I would feel being away from her. It hadn’t been 24 hours, and I missed her; it made me feel crazy. At my age, I’ve never felt anything like this. How could I feel something so strongly about someone so swiftly? But it wasn’t that quick; I have known Emma and her family for over a decade. I had watched her grow from a teenager to the young woman she is now. I wondered how she felt about me. I was pushing forty, young enough to start a family, but not with someone her age.
Debating the consequences of getting caught, I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep without seeing or touching her. I didn’t want to chance another sleeping pill incident, even with my wife sleeping next door. Jumping into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, I held my shoes in my hand as I crept down the hallway. It was dark, the moonlight lighting the floor, and soft noises pierced the air as I passed the doors of everyone sleeping.
I couldn’t breathe fully until I reached the back door, slipping outside and into my shoes. Glancing at the house one more time before taking off in a jog to the back corner of the estate, I hoped she was still awake or at least alone. That thought made me pause. What if she wasn't alone? How could I explain showing up at the door in the middle of the night?
The lights are on when I reach her cottage, and I think about looking through her windows before deciding it is a little creepier than I wanted. Knocking on her door, my heart pounds as I pray she is alone.
Her door flings open as she smiles at me, “Hi.”
“Hi,” I breathe, smiling back.
“I was hoping you would come by tonight.”
Warmth spreads throughout my chest, “Well, let me in then.”
Her blue eyes widen as she hurries back with an apology. I chuckle and grab her around the waist as I push the door shut with my foot. She giggles as I pull her to my chest, my hand wrapping around her neck. I kiss her soft lips with a moan, and her hands glide under my sweatshirt, my stomach clenching at the scrap of her nails. We stumble backward as we continue kissing, I lead her to the couch and drop down, pulling her to straddle my lap.
Her hands grip my shoulder as she pushes back, settling her center tightly against my dick.
Emma’s eyes are dilated, her cheeks are flush, and she bites her lip, staring at me. “I almost felt like I imagined it. Last night.”
I drag my hands up her ribs, teasing the underside of her breasts with my fingers, “It certainly doesn’t feel real.”
Stroking her hard nipple, I move her shirt further to pull the taunt bud into my mouth. My tongue swirls around it before I bite it lightly. Her hips jerk forward, grinding her pussy against me.
“Wait-” she gasps, her nails digging into my skin. I let go of her nipple with a sloppy pop and leaned against the cushion, locking my gaze with hers.
I can see her swallow before she pulls her shirt off, and my attention is drawn back to the perfection that is her tits. “You better say what you need to say quickly, baby.”
She nods, “I want this. You. I want you, but,” Emma trails off, looking up at the ceiling for a few seconds before turning back to me, her eyes glistening, “What happens after?”
“After the wedding?”
“Yeah.”
What happens when we’re no longer within a few miles of each other. That was the question, wasn’t it? There was no question that I wanted her, especially after spending so much time with a woman who never showed me kindness. A woman that never showed me true passion, that never offered me a fraction of the warmth I see in Emma’s eyes right now.
I smile at her, tucking loose hair behind her ear, “I settle my affairs overseas and come back here with you. What happens after that is up to you, my love.”
She sucks in a quick breath, “You wouldn’t want me to move there?”
“No,” I shake my head, settling further into the couch. My hands gripping the swells of her ass to keep her pussy snug against my cock, her warmth soaking through, “I never wanted to move there to begin with. I only did it to appease your aunt and your grandfather, but… the position I was in is being eliminated, and I have enough investments to retire if I wanted.”
“My family’s company?” She asks
“No, I haven’t worked for your family in a long time.” I stare at her pointedly, not wanting to discuss those logistics.
Emma nods, glancing towards a closed door which I assume is her home office, “I haven’t either. They wanted me to, but I couldn’t be trapped like that.”
“Any other worries?” I tease my fingers along the waistband of her thin sleep shorts and her stomach contracts.
“If I am pregnant, I want to run somewhere far away from all of them,” She whispers, dropping her forehead to mine, “I can take my work anywhere.”
“Whatever you want,” I say against her lips, “You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing but to grow our baby.”
