Page 4 of Coming Home

All he could think of was getting home to Emily. She clearly needed his attention. Maybe they needed each other’s.

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Emily curled up in her favorite chair in the library at home and tried to focus on a book about third wave feminism, hoping to find inspiration for the corrections she needed to make in her thesis. She’d been home for about an hour since Tamara kicked her out of the social sciences building at Berkley, and she couldn't help but at least try to keep working.

After reading the same paragraph three times in a row, she shook her head in frustration and set the book aside.

She stood and went to the wall of books to select something easier to read.

“I hope you’re looking for something fun to read and not something for school, lover.”

She jumped at the sound of David’s voice but the startle quickly turned to tendrils of warmth curling through her as she felt him approach.

When he slid his arms around her from behind, she sighed.

“I tried reading for school, but my brain is fried,” she said as she laid her head back against his chest to look up at him.

“You’re home early.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I’ve been told I’m being a neglectful husband. And also that you aren’t feeling well.”

“Your friend is a meddler, you know that?”

David chuckled. “That she is. I take it you feel fine.”

Emily nodded. “Just tired and feeling beat up over my thesis proposal. She wants me to work on it some more before I submit it to the committee. She didn’t pull you away from work did she?”

David turned her to face him and cupped her face in both hands. “She did. But I’m glad for it. I’m sorry if I’ve been too busy lately. How do I make it up to you?”

“I’ll just be happy to have dinner with you for starters.” She bit her bottom lip as she stared up at him. “And maybe go to bed with you later too.”

He grinned and dropped a kiss on her nose. “I’m sure that can be arranged. I’ve cleared my schedule for the rest of the afternoon and I have nothing until nine in the morning. I’m all yours, sweet Emily.”

“And I’m yours, Sir.”

When his hands slid into her hair and tugged sharply, heat pooled between her thighs. They may have been busy, but their desire for each other hadn’t waned at all.

“How about we do bed first and then dinner?” David suggested as he lowered his mouth to hers.

“And then maybe bed again?” she asked expectantly, his face hovering centimeters from hers.

His chuckle was low and sexy before he pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

In the bedroom, he made short work of stripping her out of her clothes before he shed his own. His hands explored her body, drawing sighs and moans from her lips with practiced ease. The man knew her body as if it were his own, and he wasted no time sliding his fingers over all the right places. Two thick fingers entered her slick entrance and the heel of his palm pressed against her clit as he curled his fingers.

Her eyes raked his bare chest as he hovered above her, coaxing an orgasm from her body.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured as she danced on the edge of ecstasy.

“So are you, baby,” he said. His palm pressed harder against her engorged clit. “You’re especially beautiful when you come for me.”

His words sent her off the cliff and her eyes drifted closed as the orgasm rolled through her.

The mattress shifted beneath them as David adjusted his position and tugged his fingers from her.

Her face went red when he popped those fingers into his mouth and licked her juices from them. She’d done a lot of dirty things with David in the past two years, but some things still sent her blushing.

She reached up and trailed her fingers along his rock hard erection, involuntarily licking her lips as she did.

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