Page 101 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

Emmett leans down for a kiss, which I gladly give him. Yes, we’re in the office so we shouldn’t be doing this. Then again, I shouldn’t have sucked my boyfriend’s dick under his desk yesterday, so in retrospect, a kiss is harmless. Especially since Simon isn’t coming in until this afternoon.

My boyfriend. I can’t get over that word every time I think about it. Emmett Collins, the man who I never thought would have more than a cameo during the roughest part of my life, is now the star player.

I remember Andi telling me that there was no timeline on when you find your person. That it’s going to happen when it was meant to, not because you set it on the calendar. And she was right. She was so damn right.

Emmett picks me up and sits me on the counter, our lips never leaving each other as he pushes up my skirt so he can spread my legs apart. I pull him in closer by his button-down shirt, suddenly feeling just as daring as I did yesterday. Which was…I don’t know where that came from. I mean, I’ve always had a fantasy about it, that wasn’t a lie. But it had been buried so long because of The Small Dick Who Must Not Be Named that I almost forgot about it.

Until we were in an empty office and Emmett was looking damn good in a pair of khakis and a polo shirt. His hair was styled, and his beard was the perfect length that I like—just enough so I can feel the scratch. So yes, I did have a fantasy come true about having sex on an office desk, but fantasy or no, I would’ve let Emmett Collins do whatever he wanted to me yesterday, and I would have been a willing, and begging, participant.

Our kiss deepens, and I feel Emmett’s hand trace up my leg and inside my skirt. I feel the wetness starting to pool and lean into him, hoping that makes him get there quicker.

“You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” Emmett’s lowtone spikes my adrenaline.

“Yes.”

“Oh Tiger…” Emmett starts unbuttoning my blouse, which today is a pale pink to go with my black pencil skirt. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I let out a low moan as Emmett inserts a few fingers into me, pushing my lace panties to the side so he can find where he wants to go. I close my eyes and throw my head back, loving the feel of him working me like only he can. I hear the microwave beep to signal my oatmeal is done just as Emmett’s mouth starts kissing the top part of my breast. I lean back, trying to give him as much access as I can when I hear the microwave beep again. I don’t care. Let it go off for hours. A fire could start right now, and it wouldn’t make me move from Emmett’s mouth cherishing my body as his hand starts to pull my breast free from my lace bra. Actually, I don’t think anything could stop me from letting Emmett do whatever he wants right now.

“What the fuck is going on!”

I was wrong. Simon catching us could definitely do that.

“Emmett? Stella? What in the actual fuck!”

Emmett and I both let out a gasp as we pull away and look over to Simon, who’s standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth agape. Emmett does his best to cover me, which I’m grateful for since I’m a quarter of the way naked, but it also means I can’t see Simon’s entire reaction.

“Simon,” Emmett begins. “It’s not…”

“If you’re about to say ‘it’s not what it looks like,’ save it. Because it looks like one of my best friends, who happens to be my business partner, is making out with my sister on a counter.”

“Okay. Yeah. It’s exactly that.”

“What the fuck!” Simon marches into the room as Emmett fully steps in front of me as I do my best to fix my clothing situation. I’m pretty sure I get a button wrong, but I don’t have time to go back and fix it.

I need to fix this.

“Simon, we can explain.”

“Oh, that’s the minimum you’re going to do,” he says. “What the…how the…I’m…”

“I know,” I say, popping off the counter and standing next to Emmett, quickly pushing my skirt down. “How about you head into one of the conference rooms. Take a breath. We’ll be in there in just a few minutes, and we’ll tell you everything.”

Simon’s eyes narrows as he looks from me, to Emmett, before looking back to me. Eventually he nods, turning and walking out without saying anything.

“Fuck,” Emmett says, running a hand through his hair.

“Right? He’s not saying anything. That’s downright terrifying.”

“He didn’t punch me. That’s a good thing?”

“It’s Simon. He doesn’t punch. He hires guys to punch. Shit, maybe we shouldn’t have left him alone?”

I don’t think he’s actually hiring people to punch Emmett. Then again, he just walked in on me basically having sex with his best friend, so who knows what’s in the realm of possibility.

“Okay,” Emmett says, rubbing his hands on both my arms to calm us down. “We’re ready for this. We wanted to tell him today. Maybe not like this, but it’s here, and we gotta rip off the Band-Aid.”

“Exactly. This was the plan.” Though as I say that, I get another idea. “Actually, let me go grab something. Stall him until I get back. Give me ten minutes.”

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