Page 88 of Starcrossed Colorado

I rested a hand on the door above her head. Emma tipped her chin to look up at me. The lights in the hall were off, but starlight streamed through the living room windows and tipped the strands of her dark hair with silver.

“I had a good time,” she whispered. “Best date ever.”

“For me too.” I cupped her cheek and bent to kiss her. One more time. “Maybe we can do it again tomorrow.”

Her smile lit me up inside. “Goodnight, Ashford.”

“Night.” I stood there until she’d gone inside her room and quietly closed the door.

TWENTY-TWO

Ashford

I satat the desk in my office, staring at my computer screen. But really, I was listening for the end of Emma’s piano lesson with Mrs. Stuckey’s grandson. Mrs. Stuckey had taught piano herself for the last several decades, but apparently, her own grandkid was the one student she couldn’t handle. Yet for Emma, the kid was sitting still and making progress.

Objective evidence proved it. Emma was amazing.

Within minutes of Mrs. Stuckey and her grandson leaving the building, Emma opened the door to my office. She closed and locked it behind her, resting against it. “How long do we have?”

I was already out of my chair and rounding the desk to meet her, tugging off my T-shirt along the way. “Twenty minutes. Grace is taking Maisie to lunch.”

“Perfect.” Emma took off her top, revealing a skimpy, translucent bra underneath. Simple, yet so sexy.

I pushed her up against the door and claimed her mouth.

The past two weeks had been like this. On the surface, my life was pretty much the same as always. My summer schedule of classes. A few new training clients. Plenty of father-daughtertime with Maisie, with the welcome addition of Emma in all our daily activities.

But in between, at every opportunity we got to be alone, Emma and I fucked like wild bunnies.

My tongue drove between her lips. She moaned and sucked on it with abandon, just like she’d sucked my brain out through my cock last night. Just thinking about that, combined with the sight and scent and feel of her right in front of me, made me so hard I was lightheaded.

Tugging down the straps of her bra, I pulled the cups below her breasts and flicked her nipples with my thumbs. Emma pushed her hands past the waistband of my athletic pants and palmed my ass.

She pulled her mouth away from mine. “Commando?”

“Figured that would save a couple of seconds.”

Emma grinned wickedly. “I had the same thought.”

With a growl of lust, I spun her and bent her over my desk. A couple of papers fluttered down to the floor. A moment later I had her shorts down around her ankles so she could step out of them. Her bare bottom was right there beneath, that naughty little music-note tattoo greeting me. No panties.

While I teased her between the legs to make sure she was wet, I tugged at my own pants with my other hand. My erection popped out, thick and eager.

Within minutes of her appearing in my office, I was pumping inside of her, both of us taking advantage of the empty building by being as loud as we wanted.

“Ashford,” she begged, “touch me. I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” I reached around to find the sensitive nub of her clit and massaged it, the rhythm matching the thrusts of my hips. “That’s it. You take me so well. Come for me. I need to feel you squeezing my cock.”

She cried out, grabbing hold of the edge of the desk. More papers went flying. I sank myself into her as deep as I could go and groaned through my release.

“Holy shit,” I said hoarsely.

She hummed with her eyes half closed and smiled.

Clean up was a necessary evil. But by the time we were dressed and eating the sandwiches we had made together in the kitchen that morning, we still had another few minutes. I sat in my desk chair with Emma in my lap. The best spot for her, in my opinion.

“Mrs. Stuckey kept winking at me after her grandson’s lesson. Asking if I’ve been up to anything interesting. She definitely knows.”

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