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"Yes," she gasped.
"Say please."
"Please!"
I grinned and slid a finger into her. Emilia's eyes rolled back. I kissed her again, swallowing her gasp of pleasure. I slipped in a second finger and began to fuck her in earnest, her breathy moans the best kind of encouragement.
"You like that, sweetheart? Being fucked with my fingers?"
Emilia whimpered, and my cock throbbed, painfully hard. God, I wanted her. Wanted to strip her bare and sink myself into her, watch her come undone around me, beautiful and pure and good, a delicate little flower falling apart for me on the counter of her bookshop. She wrecked me, in the best kind of way, and I'd never wanted anyone more in my entire life.
I didn’t want her here. Not like this. Not where Angel or anyone else could walk in on us. Emilia deserved better than a quick fuck over the cash register.
But I still wanted to see her come undone.
"Good girl," I murmured against her lips. "So good for me."
"Alfie..."
"Do you want to come?"
"Please..." Her voice was breathy and filled with need. I nipped at her throat.
"Say it."
"Make me come. Please."
"Sweet Emilia." I tightened my grip around her throat, tilting her mouth up to mine, and I swallowed her exquisite little gasp of pleasure. "Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my fingers."
Emilia shattered beautifully around me with a breathless whimper. I kissed her through it, drinking down her cries of pleasure. When she finally stilled, I released her hands and pulled her against my chest. Emilia buried her face in my neck, her breathing ragged. I gently stroked my thumb down her jawline, reveling in the softness of her beneath my fingers.
"Alfie..."
I silenced her with a kiss, slow and sweet this time, nothing like the needy desperation of just minutes ago. Emilia sighed, and something possessive twisted in my chest. But I didn't want to push her too far. Not yet.
I pulled back, trying to look like I wasn't affected by this. Like she hadn't almost made me come in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
Emilia released her hold on me, her fingertips raising goosebumps down my skin as they charted their retreat down my arms. "We shouldn't be doing this," she said.
"I agree."
“You have to leave.”
“I know.”
Neither of us moved.
Emilia broke first, sliding off the counter. I stepped back to give her space, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. She primly straightened her dress, avoiding my gaze. I scrubbed a hand through my curls and shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching for her.
Emilia cleared her throat. "You should go."
I nodded. But because I was a bastard and a glutton for punishment, I leaned down and captured her mouth in one last kiss, and the last of her walls came down. I pulled back and rested my forehead against hers. "Can I see you again?"
She looked up at me with depthless eyes I was in danger of drowning in. "Maybe," she said. "Check the brick by the back door."
When I returned the next night, the back door was locked, and the brick was carefully placed next to it.
She left no note, so instead, I left one of my own.
