Page 100 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

After we fix our clothing and lock up, Stella and I head back to our separate cars. She sends me a wink, which earns her a last slap on the ass before she gets in her mini SUV.

As soon as I flip the truck on and Stella and I get on the road from Rolling Hills to Nashville, about ten things hit me at once.

Did I just have sex in the office?

Did Stella really just give me a blow job while her brother stood there?

Did I bend her over my desk and leave her ass red and my cum dripping down her leg?

Did I really make her crawl to me?

The answer is yes, yes, definitely yes, and holy shit, yes.

I don’t know who I am anymore. Hell, I don’t know if I’ve been the same since Florida. Yes I’ve always been more dominant in the bedroom, but with Stella it was like I needed to make her mine in a way I’ve never had. I needed to touch her all the time. Feel her on me whenever she was near.

That’s not how I would’ve ever have described myself before. My sexual encounters were to the point, quick, and done. I wouldn’t have described them as rough, but they weren’t sweet or passionate. Nothing like I am with Stella.

And I definitely wouldn’t have asked any of them to crawl to me. Or told them that their pussy belonged to me. They sure as hell weren’t done in a place where anyone could’ve caught us, and even if they would’ve, I wouldn’t have cared.

That’s the Stella Banks effect.

My Tiger…my beautiful, feisty Tiger. Never in a million years would I ever have thought I’d do what we just did. Yet, I now want to make this a regular thing.

Is it crazy? Maybe. Am I going crazy? Possibly. But I’m not mad about it. Because I think a little crazy is exactly what my life needs right now.

And the only crazy I want is Stella Banks.

guide to love rule #86

When you’re sneaking around, make sure you have your stories straight for when you eventually (and literally) get caught

with your panties down.

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“How many ofthose skirts do you have?”

I giggle as I feel Emmett’s breath on my neck as I stand at the counter in our break room, waiting for my oatmeal to heat up.

I also feel his hardening cock against my ass, which makes me want to christen this room just like we did his office yesterday.

“A few.”

That’s the truth. I’ve always loved a good pencil skirt, so I have some options in my work clothes rotation. But after I saw the way Emmett looked at me the few times I wore them? I might have bought some more.

Okay, nine. I bought nine.

“You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

His growly voice next to my ear sends shivers through my body. It’s the same reaction I had this morning when I woke up with him pulling me next to him, his voice rough from sleep as he told me good morning while kissing down my neck.

It was sexy then and it’s sexy now. Honestly, it’s probably never not going to be sexy, and I’m just fine with that.

“I don’t know. Is it working?”

“You know it is.” Emmett turns me around, his handsholding onto the counter so he can pin me against it. “But I’m not complaining.”

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