Page 203 of Misrule
“Emily, don’t press me on a relationship. I’m still a married man. If you can’t deal with that, then leave.”
Annoyance flashed through her, but she breathed in deep and covered her aggravation with a smile. “I feel such a strong connection to you. I won’t leave until you send me away.” She sniffled. “You’ll tear my heart to pieces but I’m a big girl. I’ll deal with it.”
“I don’t know…do I want you because I’m lonely or because I’m truly attracted to you?”
To stop her glare, Emily bit her lip.
Anger and humiliation vied for a place within her. Johnnie still held feelings for her old rival. Not that it was a competition. Emily was above Kendall in almost every way, except looks. For the life of her, Emily couldn’t understand why Johnnie still had feelings for the whore.
A frown marred his face. “What am I doing here?” he asked more to himself than to her.
She looked at him through her lashes. “Getting to know me. I’m here for you. Can we please talk over whatever is bothering you? Have a drink or two to unwind?”
He sighed but nodded his agreement.
A smile spread over her face. Men had always given her what she wanted. “Thank you.”
A few more corny words, and he’d be ready to fall at her feet.
Johnnie stared at Emily, wondering why he’d invited her out. He was trying his damnedest to get into her and forget her past with Kendall, and give her the second chance he told himself she deserved. If Emily could bring him happiness, why not have a relationship with her?
Except she seemed like a phony. He wasn’t sure why he felt as he did. Maybe…maybe, because of her looks. Or, maybe, he kept replaying the scene at Kendall’s house in his head. She hadn’t invited him to a session yet. On the other hand, he hadn’t called her to check on her. His actions had to show her how fed up he was.
Even if Kendall stayed uppermost in his thoughts.
He and Emily were now on their third round of drinks, and Emily was gushing over something he didn’t care about. She constantly touched him and leaned over to bring attention to her tits, already on prominent display. She was trying hard to seduce him.
Once upon a time, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to date, or just fuck, Megan’s doppelganger. Now, however, he felt no desire toward EmilyorMegan. The only woman he truly wanted was Kendall. But between his wife’s infatuation with Christopher, her jealously of Megan, and numerous schemes, their relationship was on its last thread. If only Kendall could realize that she was the only woman he wanted.
Johnnie was so miserable without her. He would give anything for their marriage to work.
“Johnnie, are you listening?” Emily’s question broke into his thoughts, a frown marring her pretty face.
“Yes, of course,” he lied.
She sighed and leaned back. When she crossed her legs, his attention strayed to them. “Kiss me,” she said.
Johnnie brought his gaze to hers. The depths of her blue eyes gleamed. Before he turned her down, she stood.
There was a small space between his chair and the table that she managed to insert herself into before sliding onto his lap and straddling his thighs.
She rocked against his cock. “I don’t have any panties on,” she whispered.
Johnnie groaned, his dick hardening.
Planting her mouth over his, she took his face between her hands and tapped the tip of her tongue against his lips. Johnnie opened and allowed her onslaught, returning her kiss, trying to drum up some emotion. He could fuck her then and there, but he was so passed easy lays. His marriage had ruined him for that. He wanted something meaningful. He wanted to matter.
But he didn’t matter to Kendall. She’d drugged him and led him to choke Megan. She’d gotten him shot.
Growling, Johnnie grabbed Emily’s ass and squeezed, thrusting his cock up.
“I want you to fuck me,” Emily breathed against his mouth.
He stilled, her words tantamount to a bucket of ice being thrown on him. “Get up, sweetheart.”
“Huh?”
He lifted her by her waist and set her on her feet, then stood. “Let’s go.”
