Page 51 of Engulfing Emma

He pulls out, teasing my entrance with the head of his penis before pushing back in. He does this over and over until I find myself building back up.

“I’m going to make you come again, Emma,” he whispers into my ear. “If you could have seen the look on your face when you came, you’d know why. You’re incredible.”

He pushes in and out again, removing himself completely until I reach around and grab his ass and push him back in.

“That’s it,” he says, picking up the pace. “You feel so good. Your walls are so tight around me. You’re going to make me come, too.”

He reaches between us and rubs my clit.His words, his thrusts, his manipulation—they all come together, and my insides tighten again before I detonate around him.

“Emma!” he shouts, his climax gripping him.

He collapses on me, both of us breathing heavily. He rolls off to one side, gazing at me with his alluring green eyes. We stay like this for a long time, just looking at each other. Maybe we’re trying to wrap our heads around what just happened. Maybe we’re not sure what to say now that it’s over.

“That was …” He tries to find the words but can’t. “Youhaveto go to dinner with me now.”

“I told you I don’t date firemen.”

“Even after—”

My heart races when I look at the clock. “Oh my God! Is that the time?” I shoot up in bed. “Shit, Brett. You have to go.” I hop out and get my robe off the hook on the door. I gather his clothes and throw them on the bed. He looks at me like I’ve gone mad.

“I’m serious. You have to go now,” I say, pulling a fresh pair of panties out of my dresser. “It’s Friday. Evelyn only has a half-day, and my mother volunteered to bring her home so we could all have lunch together.”

He glances at the time. It’s eleven-thirty. He sits on the edge of the bed, removing the condom before pulling on his boxer briefs.

“Faster,” I say, pacing the room, worried they could be home at any second.

“Slow down, Emma. It’s okay.”

“It’snotokay. I’ll never be able to explain this,” I say, thinking of Mom’s reaction to my having a man over in the middle of the day. “I’ll never hear the end of it. Please, Brett, can you hurry?”

He laughs as he finishes putting on his shoes. “I suppose you want me to go out the back and sneak through the yard, too.”

“If you wouldn’t mind.” I look at the clock again.

He shakes his head and chuckles. “I was kidding.”

“Please?” I beg and give him a push toward the stairs.

“Fine. But just so you know, I was seventeen the last time I had to sneak out of a girl’s house.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, hurrying him down.

As we pass the front door, I glance out the sidelight to make sure they aren’t walking up. I’m about to breathe a sigh of relief when Evelyn hops up on the first step.

Panic rises within me. “They’re here.” I pick up my shirt and bra from the floor and point to the back door. “Go now. Fast. Let yourself out.”

He starts toward the back door but turns around briefly. “See you Monday, Miss Lockhart.”

“Brett, please.”

He laughs, runs to the back door, and gives me a wink before ducking through it.

I barely make it back up the stairs before Mom and Evelyn come in. I throw my clothes on and check my makeup in the mirror. Then I go down to greet them.

Mom stands at the door, staring at the damage. “What happened here?” She looks at me and her eyebrows shoot up. “More importantly, what happened toyou?”

Damn it.How does she always do that?It’s like she has a sixth sense or something.

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