Page 37 of The Hardest Part

“Nothin’, sweet cheeks. See you soon.”

“Nothin’, my ass,” Emily muttered, tossing her phone.

She had breakfast ready when the doorbell rang. A pan-seared T-bone, scrambled eggs, and fried potatoes waited for him at the kitchen table. Freshly showered, his damp hair smelling of shampoo, Billy didn’t say a word. He took her cheeks in his cold, rough hands and warmed his lips with hers.

“Fuck, Em, I’ve missed you,” he rasped into her mouth, taking in a gulp of air.

I’ve missed you, too.

“You just saw me yesterday.”

“Not like this.” Billy backed her into the living room, kissing her again as they went.

There was an urgency to it that startled her. All-consuming, his kiss sent heat coursing to that place between her legs, the nub within pulsing to the rapid beat of her heart.

“I made you some breakfast,” she said, panting when he eventually released her.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. “Youare the only thing I want.”

This man. He took her breath away when he said things like that, which he did all the damn time.

“You need to fill your belly and get some sleep. It’ll be time to go back before you know it.”

“Nope, I got tonight off.” A wicked glint entered his eyes. “So, I ain’t gonna waste the day sleepin’.”

“No?” Biting down on her lip, Emily couldn’t contain her grin.

A faint smirk curved his mouth. “No.”

“What do you wanna do, then?”

He turned from her, and stopping at the kitchen table, Billy picked up the steak from his plate, tore off a bite, and once he swallowed, he said, “Take me to your room, Em. I wanna see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop ‘cause you can’t take no more.”

Ohhh.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” He wiped off his hands, his voice dark and smoky, then pulled her to his chest. “But I’m gonna make you come again, anyway.”

“Promise?” Slick with need, that pulsing between her legs grew stronger.

His lips skating across her skin, warm breath fanned her neck. “Cross my heart, baby.”

And Billy made good on his promise.

It might have been twenty below outside, but here inside her bedroom, it felt like ninety degrees. He knelt on the dark woodfloor, fucking her with his fingers, jeans tangled at her knees, lapping up the juices from her thighs. God, she loved the way he fingered her. How he always seemed to know when to go harder, when to ease up, when to add another finger. Sometimes, two wasn’t enough. Hell, there were times three wasn’t either.

They were both naked by the time they made it to the bed. Writhing on cream linen sheets, Billy ate her pussy. She held his head to her cunt while he fucked her with his tongue and sucked on her clit. When she felt the first flutters, Emily widened the space between her legs, signaling him to fill her with his fingers as she came.

Fucking sublime.

What could feel better than his mouth on her cunt with his fingers inside her?

His cock. And Jake’s.

It stood, brushing his navel, thick and hard, before her. Pearly drops wept from the little slit. Emily swiped her tongue across her lip and reached for him. “Gimme.”

“You wanna suck me, baby?”

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