Page 84 of Sinful Promise

I lose countof how many whiskeys I drink with Luca, but it’s so many that I have to call Reid to come and pick us up. I’m not usually that responsible about drinking and driving, but even I’ve reached my limit.

Thankfully, Reid is all too happy to come and get us with the promise of driving my Porsche.

He offers to help me inside my apartment, but I wave him off and tell him he can take my car for the night as a thank you.

At this point, I just want to be alone.

Drinking with Luca did little to take my mind off Emily. If anything, my mind seems to be spiraling even more now that my blood alcohol level is likely off the charts.

God, she’s so fucking mad at me.

How the hell am I supposed to fix this?

We were so close to kissing again the other night and for a second I thought she actually wanted me too.

I saw it in her eyes.

If I had leaned in, she wouldn’t have pushed me away. I know it.

Maybe Lucaisright. Maybe Emily is pretending to be mad at me so that I’ll make a move…

The logic is off, but I need a reason to hope and right now, it’s all I have to go on.

I stagger inside my apartment and head straight for my room. I don’t bother switching on the lights or even taking a shower. All I want is to strip out of these fucking jeans and climb into bed to sleep off this nightmare.

But the moment my head hits the pillow and my eyes close, all I can picture is Emily’s lips. The way they parted as I asked her if she wanted me to kiss her…

It’s all it takes to get me hard.

“Fuck.”

It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve taken myself in my hand as I think of Emily, but it’s never enough to fully satisfy me.

I want her.

Ineedher.

Sharing one kiss with her was never going to be enough to take the edge off. I’ve never felt such soft lips, and I’m desperate to know what it would be like to have those plump lips wrapped around my cock.

“Christ,” I groan as I wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze.

She would look so fucking beautiful on her knees before me, sucking gently on the tip of my cock as she looked up at me under her lashes with those mesmerizing eyes.

I shudder as my cock’s head grows slick with pre cum.

It’s like I’m a teenager all over again. With just a few strokes of my cock, I can already feel myself about to climax.

“Emily,” I grunt as I stroke my aching length, picturing myself thrusting into her eager mouth.

She’d take me so fucking well, and I would reward her for it, too.

I roll my wrist so I can fist the sensitive head and swallow a groan as I think of Emily getting me off.

How I would sink my fingers into her soft hair to help guide her.

I would take it slow at first, letting her adjust to the size of me. But she would be impatient and eager to please me.

She would relax her throat in order to take in another inch until I hit the back of her throat.

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