Page 108 of Sinful Promise

She moans my name as her eyes roll.

I continue to fuck her. “Let’s hope Tom is outside this door. Let him realize who you belong to.”

Emily collapses against the vanity. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

“That’s my baby girl.” I lean forward and press a kiss between her shoulders.

When we both eventually finish, I slide my cock free and groan at the sight of it, so slick with our combined arousal.

I reach out to palm her ass. “I want to take you out on a real date. Tomorrow night. I don’t want to waste any more time, Em. I don’t want to sit through any more dinners like this, no matter how fun they turn out to be.”

I knead her ass as Emily locks eyes with me in the mirror, and when her face breaks out into a smile, I feel like my chest might explode from happiness.

“I’d like that.”

I help clean her up, and when she’s done pulling up her panties, I get to work on myself.

I watch Emily adjust her dress. “I wish we could bail on this dinner. I want to take you back to my place.”

“You have no idea how much I want that, too. But I think everyone will realize something is going on when neither of us comes back.”

I shrug. “I’m past caring. We need to tell them before the date, anyway.”

“That’s true… How did you manage to get away from the table?”

Emily fixes her hair.

I tuck my shirt back into my pants. “I had to make a work call. So, I suggest you head out first, and I’ll wait a few minutes before joining you.”

“Does it look obvious?”

“What? That we just fucked?” I can’t help but grin as Emily grimaces.

“Oh, god, this was a terrible idea.”

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me.

I spin her around and kiss her softly. “It was an incredible idea. Now, I suggest you get out of here before Dimitri comes looking for us.”

I slap Emily on the ass for good measure, and she grins at me before slipping out of the bathroom.

I lock the door after her and smooth my hair back into place to kill a few minutes.

When an appropriate amount of time has passed, I unlock the door and head back to the table where a fresh glass of whiskey is waiting for me.

Dimitri frowns as I take my seat beside him, but I purposefully ignore him as I reach for my drink and take a sip.

“Please tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing?”

I guess we were obvious after all. And I know at some point we need to come clean about what’s been going on, but this dinner is not the time or the place.

I swirl the whiskey around in my glass. “If you mean taking care of business, then that’s exactly what I was doing.”

“If by business you mean?—”

I turn to the table and lean my elbows on the white tablecloth. “So, Tom, tell me something.”

Tom blinks at me as he pushes his glasses back up his nose. It’s the first words I’ve spoken to him all night, but for good reason.

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