Page 187 of Stolen Moments

The ladies all cheer and make kissy noises, and if I could see, I’d find Emery with flaming pink cheeks.

“Enough, you guys,” Emery’s voice catches my attention.

“Five minutes,” Rylann says, herding the rest of the women out the door.

“Thank you,” Emery calls after them as the door closes with a click.

I can’t stop my hands from reaching for her. She takes my hands in hers, squeezing.

“Is everything alright?” The apprehension in her voice is clear; I’ve worried her.

“No, baby doll. Everything is perfect.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I needed to see you.”

“Charmer.”

I can see her biting that sexy lip in my head.

“Only for you.”

Her hands glide up my arms, encircling my shoulders, her fingers threading through the hair at the back of my neck as my hands find her lower back.

Hmm, backless.Looks like she’s been holding out on me.

“I love you. Now, tell me why you’re really here?” I can hear the smile on her face.

“Full transparency?” I run my thumb over her silky skin, reveling in the shivers that wrack her body at my touch.

“Always,” she whispers.

“First, I wanted to make sure you were happy. I know things didn’t work out the way you wanted with your family. I hate that you had to go through all that. If there was a way to fix it, I would do it for you. I’d do anything for you.”

“You sweet, sexy man. I love you.” She kisses my cheek. “Yes, I was disappointed, but I knew they weren’t going to be here. I don’t need them here to know I have people in my life who care about me. Marrying you, becoming your wife, that’s all I want to focus on. I’m so happy.”

She kisses my other cheek, and all the anxiety I had been holding onto falls away.

“The other reason?”

“Second, I fucking missed you. You left without saying goodbye this morning. I didn’t like it. I never like it when I can’t start my day buried between your legs.”

She hums a non-answer, driving me crazy.

“Tell me you missed me too. I know how much you like when I wake you up with my mouth on your pussy,” I tease, gliding my hands over the globes of her ass, squeezing.

“You’re cute when you get all needy,” she purrs.

I growl. I move my hands to the place I know tickles her, and she laughs, placating me.

“I’m kidding. I’m sorry I left without waking you up. Next time, I’ll make sure to wake you up with your cock in my mouth. How does that sound?” She tugs on the sash covering my eyes.

“Fuck,” I growl. My cock stiffens in my pants as I picture her beneath the sheets, stroking me awake, her pouty mouth wrapped around my tip, sucking.

Nope. Don’t go there. There isn’t time.

“You’re a brat.”

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