Page 61 of A Little Bit Extra

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we won’t be eating dinner.”

I do a once-over again, my eyes looking down and back up. “What if my appetite has changed and I’m hungry for something,” I lower my gaze to his cock, “else.”

In a low, husky tone, he growls, which isn’t helping to convince me it’s food I should stick down my throat.

“Fuck, Cassie. I promised myself I’d take it slow tonight.”

“Don’t you know you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep?” With a subtle lift of my eyebrows, I issue a challenge. I stick my left leg out, causing the slit in my skirt to rise a few inches, revealing more of my exposed skin.

He lets out another low grunt. “Fuck it.”

In record time, Emmett turns to the oven and changes it from bake to keep warm, turns back to face me, and closes the distance between us in just two large steps. He bends the top half of his body toward my waist, and before I have the chance to ask him what he’s doing, he throws me over his shoulder and starts walking to his room.

18

Emmett

“We should probably eat dinner.”

I turn to look at Cassie. She has her arm tucked under her head, while the sheets barely cover her naked body. We’ve spent the last hour exploring and memorizing one another. The sheer contentment I feel in this moment makes me wish I could freeze time and stay in this state for hours.

“Emmett.”

“Hm?” I drawl, slowly raking my eyes over her body and eventually meeting her gaze. “Right, dinner. Yes. We should do that. We need the energy for what I have planned tonight.”

Her eyes widen. “What happened to taking it slow?” Her lips turn up, forming a slight smile.

I furrow my brow. “Sass, we both knew that plan was destined to fail. You’re just—” I allow my eyes to trail her body again: the curve of her breasts, the dip of her hips, the slow intake of her breath. “Irresistible.” My eyes return to hers.

We eventually get out of bed, getting dressed in minimal clothes to eat dinner, knowing that we will just tear them off in a little while.

“So, there was something I wanted to ask you,” Cassie says after we sit down to eat. She’s avoiding my gaze, staring at her plate, which is her tell for being nervous.

“Anything.”

Her eyes snap to mine. “When you said we were exclusive, what does that mean, exactly?”

Did she not want to be exclusive? Did I do something wrong? Does she not like me the way I like her?

“Let me clarify.” She puts down her fork. “We talked about keeping this a secret since we both work at the studio, but I guess I didn’t know how long we’d have to keep this a secret.”

Oh. Oh. She thinks either we keep it a secret, or she might have to quit her job in order for us to be public.

I shake my head. “Not long, Cass. I wouldn’t have started something with you if I knew I was putting you in a tough spot.”

She bites her bottom lip, processing what I said. I continue eating as I wait for her to respond.

“But you started something.” Her eyes reach mine for a moment before returning to her plate.

“Like I said earlier, you’re extremely irresistible.”

That earns me a chuckle and a flush of red in her cheeks. “Then what’s the plan?”

The plan. The same question everyone has asked me. What is Emmett Davis doing next?

“I’m still working through it, but I don’t want to hide us for long. You’re too important to me, Cassie.” I stand up from my chair and walk over to the other side of the table to where she’s sitting. I hold out my hand, which she takes, and I pull her up toward me.

She nestles her head right under my chin in a space that was made for her. “But, since we are exclusive,” I pull back a little so I can look at her face. “I wouldn’t mind putting labels on it. For us.”

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