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Jack
Emily has a gleam in her eye as she asks me to talk in private, the same gleam I saw just before she told me not to stop last week on her sofa. We have been slowly inching closer to each other, this whole conversation. I am drawn to her I can’t help it.
I could have her undressed and under me in seconds, whimpering my name, just like a different time, on a different sofa. That hoodie and those leggings would be so easy to slide off. My cock pulses at the idea.
I thought after having a difficult conversation like the one we just had she would bolt, but she hasn’t. The fact that she is still here makes me want to be inside her even more. I need that connection between our bodies to solidify where we stand, that she has stayed and will stay, even after that reality check. I desperately need everyone in here to leave now.
Shit, I need to think about something else. Gray sweatpants are not the ideal outfit for sporting a hard on. Didn’t she just say something?
She smirks watching me shake myself out of my daydreaming about her, “Distracted?”
“Yes, what? No, sorry, what did you say?” I stutter. This earns me a giggle whilst she grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I love how perfectly her hand fits in mine, small and soft, but not weak especially now, as she leads me out of the room.
“Where are we going?”
“I said, somewhere private, we need to really talk things through.” She looks back over her shoulder and winks at me.
Chapter eighteen
Jack
We find an unused conference room and she leads me in, locking the door behind us. There are wooden tables set up in a boardroom style in the middle of the room with a projector and lectern at what must be the head of the table. Very business-y, very not me.
I look between the room and her, confused. “Why are we in here?” I ask.
Emily turns to face me, leaning on the door, “I said, we still have things to talk through.”
“And you want a meeting?”
She rolls her eyes and walks towards me. “No, just privacy.” There is almost no space between us now and she has to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. She places a hand on my chest, where I know she can feel my pounding heart and directs me to turn so I have my back against the wall.
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask, my voice gravelly.
She looks down as she says, “Well, it seemed like the other day, you didn’t have chance to enjoy yourself.” She takes a deep breath and lifts her blazing eyes to mine.
She doesn't drop my gaze as she starts to lower herself to her knees and says, “I’m going to change that now.”
I don’t think I’m breathing.
“What are you doing?” I whisper. My eyes are wide as I look down at the goddess kneeling before me.
I grab her hands to stop her as she reaches for the strings on my sweatpants. I put my hands under her shoulders and lift her so she’s back on her feet, she’s flush to my body as I hold on to her waist. “You don’t have to do anything. I fucking loved the other day.” My eyes search hers for what reason she could possibly have made up in her head to think I didn’t enjoy when we were together.
Her hands grab my shirt at my chest as if to pull me closer, but she doesn’t look at me as she asks, “Do you not want me to?”
“Of course I do,” I say between ground teeth. I squeeze her hips harder and grind my now throbbing cock against her so she can feel just how fucking much I want her to. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, to feel like it’ll keep me interested.”
She decides this is the perfect time to wet her lips, her little pink tongue glides over the corner of her mouth and she sucks her bottom lip in after it. “That’s the problem,” she whispers as she leans in closer, raising up on her tiptoes. Her breath caresses my lips as she says, “I desperately want to. I have been thinking about it since that day on my sofa when I got a taste of you on my hand. I don’t think there’s anything I’d rather be doing right now than having you fuck my mouth.”
I grip her ponytail in one hand puling her head back and stare into her eyes, searching. Neither of us blink as I say. “I would like nothing more than your mouth wrapped around my dick, Emily. But don’t you ever think that I didn’t enjoy the other day, just because I went off quicker than intended. Your pussy riding my fingers is all I havethought about since that day and I will die happily having heard my name on your lips when you came for me. Understand?”
A small whimper is her reply. The noise breaks some tether on me and I crush my lips to hers. I groan when she opens up for me letting my tongue inside to taste her.
She breaks the kiss quickly and drops back down to her knees, her hands have already slid down the waistband of my trousers and she works her way into my boxers gripping me hard. “Fuck!” I cry.
“Shhhh, we don’t want anyone overhearing.” She looks up at me with a wicked grin slapped across her mouth.
