Page 15 of Cupcak
Shoving my chair back, I resist the urge to run, managing to maintain a dignified pace as I make my way over to the office Emmy is receiving her training in.
“Mr. Grant.” The supervisor rises from her seat, as does Emmy.
“I’m going to borrow Ms.Townsend,” I say, my eyes swinging to my beautiful girl who blushes under my gaze. “We’re almost done for the day, so I’d like to run through some of her training with her before we wind up.”
“Oh. Of course. She’s done great today.”
“As I knew she would,” I say, gesturing for Emmy to grab her bag and follow me.
A moment later, I practically shove Emmy into my office, shutting the door with my foot as I grab her around the waist and pull her against me.
“Mr. Grant!” she gasps.
“I told you. That’snotwhat you call me.”
“Drake.” She smiles and says my name on a breath.
“Better,” I say as I seal my mouth over hers in a hard and heated kiss.
“Mmm. I thought you wanted to go over some of my training,” she whispers, her hands against my shirt as her lazy eyes look up at me through her thick lashes.
“Maybe I wanted to give you a little training of my own. Remind you of whose girl you are.”
A grin pushes up her flushed cheeks. “I definitely haven’t forgotten,” she says. “I’ve been dying to see you all day. I’ve missed you.”
“You have no idea,” I rasp, dragging my mouth along her jaw until her head falls back to give me better access. I want to take her right there against the wall. I want to pull the sexy skirt she’s wearing up around her waist, drop my pants, and bury myself inside her.
I slide my hands down under her ass and lift her off the ground, kissing her again as I carry her across the room and set her on the edge of my desk, getting as close to her as I can while fully clothes.God, I’ve missed this precious mouth.
“Would you tell me to stop if I stripped you bare and fucked you right here?” I ask, my hand wrapping around her neat bun and tugging her head back so I can run my tongue against her racing pulse.
“No. I’m yours to take.”
Her words cause a surge of arousal to jolt my cock. I groan.
“Hmm. I should take you to dinner first.” I pull her up against me, grinding my length against her heated apex, her smart-looking skirt now bunched high up on her thighs. I know that if I reached down between us, a deliciously wet heaven would await. But I don’t want to rush things. No. My cupcake deserves to be spoiled before she lets me play with her cookie.
“OK.” She nods but doesn’t seem too eager to stop the kissing and gentle rubbing we’re partaking in, rolling her hips against my length and driving me wild with my desire to claim what’s mine. “What time?”
“Reservation is at seven,” I grunt, my fingers tightening in her hair and against her ass, grinding us a little closer, my mouth tasting hers between my words. “I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.”
“OK. I’ll be ready…oh, god…I’ll be ready by six.” She throws her head back, seeming so close that I don’t want to stop. I want to give her everything, and if that includes an orgasm on my desk, then that’s what she’ll get. “Holy…oh, god! Drake!” It only takes a few more grinds, the friction sending her over the edge, her hips thrusting against me. I catch her moans in my mouth, kissing her quiet so no one in the surrounding offices can hear. And when she comes back down, I have a very soft boned and smiley Emmy in my arms.
“And with that amazing performance, I think you deserve an early mark,” I say with a self-satisfied grin. “See you at six-thirty?”
She nods, the adorable lusty haze in her eyes making me want to do that for her—and more—all over again. “And then do you think we can do some more of that?”
I chuckle as I lean down to kiss her. “Definitely.”
“Good.”
Emmy
“Drake,” I breathe, my eyes growing wider the longer I take in the beautiful scene in front of me. “This place looks like something you’d see in a movie.”
“You like it?” Drake asks, his large hand at the small of my back as we stand on the rooftop of the most beautiful restaurant I’ve ever been to.
“Do I ever!” I turn to him and smile, wanting nothing more than to lean in and just kiss him stupid. But this place is so fancy and impressive that I think I should at leasttryand act like a lady. The entire roof is styled to look like a garden in the skies, covered with beautiful flowers, lanterns, and fairy lights everywhere I look. In the center is a purple silk gazebo with a table for two that looks cozy and intimate with a heat lamp nearby to keep us warm, and around the edge of the roof is a railing made of glass or Perspex that gives the garden an edge of the world look. “This is so...cool,Drake.”
