Page 239 of Deceit

“Nah, I save that just for you.”

“Lucky me, and I don’t even get off on it.”Mills kicks his leg over his knee. “So we’re in agreement to trust her?”

I shake my head. “I don’t trust her not to break but I trust her anger.”

I went to go pick up food while Emmy took a shower and got into her pajamas. I don’t know why she’d bother, I’m just going to tear them into shreds anyway.

She teased me enough at Mills’s, sat in my lap while Kyson came over and read over Alexander’s will, and purposely grinded on my hard dick.

I didn’t want to grab food, but she told me she was starving again and who am I to tell her no when she wants something.

Especially if it’s me and my last name that she wants to take. And I had Armageddon to protect her when I was gone.

Unlocking the deadbolts to her apartment door in the middle of a shithole, I place the bags on her kitchen counter and pull down two plates, cups, and grab some forks.

“Ems, I’m back,” I call out, setting us up in front of the flat-screen TV that sits on a shitty ass stand. It’d take a single hard stomp on the floor to get that thing to tumble over.

“Be right out,” Emmy calls back.

My impatient ass just can not wait, and when I step inside her one-bedroom, she’s pulling a shirt over her head and only standing in black lace panties.

But it’s not the lace or the shirt that barely covers her whole torso but the hair that makes me gape at her like a virgin who just saw his first pair of tits.

No, it’s the beautiful whitish-blonde locks that now cup her sweet features.

My Emmy.

How she looked before all this shit happened. The affectionate and addicting Emmy Lou Rhodes—soon to be Bishop, which the timeline on that just went up.

Her full lips lift in a smile. “Hey.”

“You dyed your hair.”

Her lips grow wider. “Yeah.”

I abolish all the space between us and hike her frame up to mine. She habitually wraps her legs around my middle, and everything just feels more like us.

“You like?” A rumble of approval buzzes from my chest, and Emmy cups my face with her small hands. “It was just hair.”

“I don’t know, the dark hair fucked me up a little like I was screwing a lookalike of your or some shit.”

Her mouth twitches. “Damn, was she good?”

“She teased a lot.”

Emmy encases her arms around my neck and comes in dangerously close to my mouth. “What a bitch.”

“I wouldn’t say that. She had her perks.”

“Yeah?” Her brown eyes skate to my lips. “Did she kiss better than me?” I shake my head to her ridiculous question that I’m playing stupidly along with. “Did you eat her pussy?”

“Emmy,” I warn. “Shut up.”

She undoes her legs from me and I place her back down to stand.

Bending over, she takes her panties and pushes them down. Then rounding my body, she swipes something off her dresser and begins to leave the room.

“Follow me,” she chimes, awarding me with a glorious view of her naked ass as she strides inside the kitchen and family room.

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