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15
EMERY
Iopen my eyes, blinking as I take in Mads’ bedroom. It wasn’t a dream. I sit up, stretching as I look over at the clock.
Mads isn’t in bed. Seeing that it’s past eight, I expect he’s already at work. I kick the covers off, walking to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before pulling on his Oxford. I button the few buttons that weren’t torn off last night, then make my way downstairs toward the kitchen where I smell fresh coffee.
“Morning.” His voice startles me as I step into the kitchen. I turn around to see him leaning against the counter, a mug of coffee in his hand.
“Good morning.” I smile a little shyly, my eyes jumping away from him.
“I didn’t think you’d be up this early.”
“I think the smell of coffee woke me.” I hug my arms around my body, unsure how I’m supposed to act. Should I walk over and kiss him? Do I thank him for last night? Suddenly, I’m very aware of the situation we’re in and I’m way overthinking it.
“You can relax, Em.” He turns his attention back to his coffee, taking a drink before reaching into the cabinet for another mug and pouring me a cup. “Drip coffee okay?”
“Perfect,” I say, taking it from his hands, our fingers gliding over each other’s. He pulls it back just as I’m about to bring it to my mouth and places it on the counter beside him before tugging me into his arms.
His lips are on mine in an instant, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth as his hands wander beneath his shirt I’m wearing.
“Fuck,” he mutters, reaching down to undo his pants and release his cock. “On the counter,” he demands, lifting me and placing me on the marble that’s cold against my bare ass. His hands are in my hair, his mouth devouring mine as he enters me. It’s quick and rough, his hand migrating down to my thigh where he grips me tightly as he slams into me.
“Fuck, your pussy is tight,” he grunts the words. He tears the shirt from my body, grabbing my breast roughly as he leans down to clamp his teeth around my nipple.
“Ahhh!” I cry out in pain as the ecstasy builds in my body.
“Goddamn!” he shouts, his fingers digging into my thigh so hard I’m sure he’ll leave bruises. “You milk my cock so good.” He looks down at me, angling my head so that I’m staring up at him. “You know that? You grip me so fucking tight, I’m going to be thinking about this all day.” His movements grow more frantic as I reach between us to touch my clit, but I’m already there. “That’s right, baby. Come on my cock like a good girl. Make me come.” Seconds later, I feel his release fill me.
“Oh.” I wince when he pulls out of me.
“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t intend for that to happen. I just—”
“I’m okay,” I reassure him, sliding off the counter with his help.
He catches his breath as he does up his pants, running his hands through his hair. “Shit, I’m not going to get any fucking work done today after that.”
I giggle. “Oh.” He looks at me. “It’s, um, leaking out of me,” I say, a little embarrassed.
He tips up my chin. “That’s a fucking sexy thought, my cum dripping out of you all day.” He leans in to run his lips over mine. “Go take a shower before I put you on your knees and fill your belly with my cum too.”
He kisses me deeply. It’s passionate and quick, and then just as quickly he breaks it. “I have to go to work. Feel free to stay as long as you like.” He places his mug in the sink. “In fact, feel free to still be naked in my bed when I get home.” He winks at me. “Call me if you need anything. I had Tony bring your car here last night so if you do have to leave, your keys are on the counter.”
I catch myself sighing as I watch him leave, sinking against the kitchen island. I straighten my back.
What the hell was that?
I ignore it, pushing it aside and taking the stairs two at a time to head back upstairs to his bedroom. I take my time, showering, enjoying the slow and delicious start to the morning. I wrap a towel around my body, walking into his massive closet. I run my hands over his shirts, bringing the cuff of one to my nose and inhaling his familiar scent.
Everything about Mads is controlled and organized. His closet is color-coordinated, although there’s not much color besides black, white, or gray. There isn’t an item out of place. That’s another big difference between him and Dane. Dane was clean but he didn’t have that attention to detail like Mads does, the complete control he exhibits over his life.
Although it feels like when it comes to sex between us, that’s where he loses control. He tries to remain stoic, calm, but I see the fire in his eyes when he’s inside me. I watched it slip last night when I kissed him. That cold exterior that’s always in place cracked and a glimmer of something different shone through. A side of Mads I didn’t know existed. It was gentle, intimate. The kind of intimacy I’ve craved for so long.
I notice something on the far wall behind his suit coats. I push them aside and see a safe in the wall. That’s when I notice a keyhole in the center of the dial, Mr. Pearfort’s comment about that key I found being a lock on the turn style of a safe coming back to me. In the excitement and panic of everything going on at the time, I had completely forgotten about that. I try to recall where I left the key, realizing it must still be in my purse that I used that day.
I pull open a few drawers, finding a pair of black sweats and a matching hoodie, and throw them on. I look like a kid wearing their parents’ clothes, but I don’t have anything else to wear besides my dress from last night. I find it still on the floor along with my panties and shoes and gather them up before driving home barefoot with wet hair.
When I get home, I find the purse I used the day I took the key to the PI’s office. I run my hands along the bottom and in the pockets, finding it in the small pouch on the front.
