Page 20 of Christmas with Brother's Best Friends
Emma smirks but drops the subject to talk about social media posts instead, which is probably for the best. I actually focus pretty well until she sheds her coat, pushing her chest out as she slips it off her shoulders.
I direct my attention to the notes she has pulled up on her tablet. “We’ll go with your idea. We definitely need new, updated graphics for our social media posts.”
Emma nods in agreement before trying to swipe to another page, but she hits another tab instead, pulling up a sketch of a man.
It’s Max.
“Oh, whoops,” Emma says with an embarrassed laugh as she switches back to her work tab. “I was just messing around with him the other day.”
The tiny flicker of jealousy in my chest is quickly extinguished by curiosity. I know that we’re all drawn to her in one way or another, but does she feel the same way for us? There are times when I think she is, but maybe I’m making things up in my head to be hopeful.
Emma grabs the remaining last quarter of her cinnamon roll and takes a bite, leaving a streak of icing just above her top lip. “That’s pretty much all of my notes, though.”
“Hold on,” I tell her as I turn in my seat toward her.
Emma pauses as I reach out and gently wipe away the icing above her lip, her breathing halting. Her eyes lift to mine as she automatically licks where I just touched her.
That mouth of hers is going to kill me. I can’t stop staring at it, imagining how sweet she tastes. How she’d melt the moment I kissed her.
Oh, fuck it.
Before I can move forward, the door to the room opens, and Josh pokes his head in.
“Hey, Emma. Can I get your help with something? I have to leave in a few minutes,” Josh says.
“Oh, sure,” Emma replies, sounding surprised, but I’m not.
“Why are you leaving? You’ve been here for like two hours,” I question him as I stand.
Josh sighs and waves me off. “I’ll be right back.”
“You’re running off to see Stacy, aren’t you? She calls, and you come running like a puppy,” I say with bitterness in my voice.
Josh looks between me and Emma as her face falls a little. “It’s not like that. I’m trying to get a big opportunity for us, and her dad is at the head of it.”
“Remember that we have a project to finish,” I tell him with narrowed eyes. “That means working here.”
Josh rolls his eyes at me before leading Emma out of the room.
“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath as I shut the door behind them, my jaw tensing hard enough to make my teeth ache. It pisses me off that he lets Stacy eat up so much of his time. He missed a deadline this week!
Now, he’s taking Emma away to pick up his slack. Just before we…fuck.
What?
The thought of her lips invades my mind, making my cock start to harden. I close my eyes and press my forehead against the door, my frustration burning into demanding desire. The more that I’m around her, the more that I want her.
And I can’t have her. Not in real life at least.
I lock the door and drop down in one of the seats at the conference table, hastily undoing my belt and my slacks so that I can slip my hand into my briefs. My fingers wrap around my growing erection, and I have to stifle a moan as a bolt of pleasure hits me.
This is so damn wrong, but I can’t stop. Not when the image of her on her knees in front of me fills my mind. Not when I picture her lips replacing my hand as I stroke myself from base to tip. Over and over. Faster and faster.
I tilt my head back as my breathing quickens, waves of heat and bliss crashing down on me. I can picture her eyes looking up at me. Her tongue drifting up the underside of my cock. Her hair gathered in my fist.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as I stroke myself faster, nearing the edge.
In my head, she gives me pleading eyes, begging me to finish. To give her everything that I can.
