Page 49 of Stuck with Mr. Grump

The morning light filters through my bedroom windows as my eyes slowly open. I run my fingers through my hair, feeling completely and utterly drained after a mostly sleepless night. I’d like nothing more than to lie in here all day but I have to get to work so I rise to my feet, scratching at the stubble on my jaw as I head in to the bathroom.

I strip before climbing into the shower, and almost immediately the memory of yesterday’s kiss with Emilia assaults me. It’s been replaying in my head on repeat. The feel of her lips on mine, the sight of them swollen and raw after the kiss. The way I felt with her body in my hands. I imagine the feel of her soft ass and groan softly, feeling my cock grow even harder.

I slowly fist my length, my mind chasing after the image of her eyes filled with lust. I imagine her slowly lowering herself beneath me, her lips tentatively touching my cock before closing around me, her tongue laving at the head. Her blue eyes on me as she takes me in deeper. I let out a soft groan as the image in my head becomes even clearer.

I imagine lifting her up and taking her on all fours, my cock sliding into that perfect ass, thrusting inside of her over and over again until she’s screaming my name. My lips fall open in a gaspas my release coats the floor of the shower. I lean against the wall, watching as the evidence of my arousal is washed away.

This is so fucked.

After spending more time than I usually would getting ready, I make my way to perform the other tasks on my routine before leaving for work. Wake Sean up, have some breakfast. I’m a little distracted as I go through the motions. I ask Callum to drive me in, and once we arrive I feel a rush of trepidation at the thought of how to handle this delicate situation I’m in with Emilia.

She’s already at work. She’s seated at her desk, but she stands up at the sight of me. Her face lights up with a cheerful smile that confuses the fuck out of me. She’s dressed in a tailored navy skirt suit today. Just like yesterday, the outfit accentuates her figure, paired with a soft pink blouse that adds a touch of warmth.

She walks toward me and I notice she really is in flat shoes today. They look cute.

“Good morning, Mr. Harrington,” she says brightly, extending a cup of coffee toward me. “Just the way you like it.”

I take the cup, momentarily thrown off by her causal demeanor.

“Morning, Emilia. Thank you.”

I search her eyes for any hint of acknowledgment about yesterday, but she offers none. She moves to her desk, organizing files and preparing for the day as if nothing out of the ordinary has occurred. I feel a sense of emptiness as I walk into my office, taking off my jacket distractedly.

Emilia walks inside just as soon as I’m seated. I clear my throat, deciding it’d be better for me to broach the subject.

“About yesterday?—”

She looks at me, her expression neutral. ‘Yes?”

“Don’t do that,” I grit out. “We need to talk about the kiss.”

A flicker of something, perhaps discomfort, crosses her face but she quickly masks it.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Mr. Harrington. It was a mistake. A temporary lapse in judgment. But we’re both professionals, and I think it’s best we forget it ever happened.”

I would have taken Emilia Cameron to be a lot of things, but I never expected her to be a coward. Her dismissal stings more than I care to admit but I don’t let that show.

“So what, we just go on pretending you didn’t have your tongue in my mouth just last night?” I ask, my tone even.

Her eyes flare, but she’s still smiling, “Exactly. That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

“Emilia,” I growl.

Her mask slips for a second. “Sterling, please. I can’t, okay? We can’t. So let’s just go back to normal because I think I might actually be good at this job and I don’t want to have to quit after one day.”

“No one is asking you to quit,” I mutter.

“Good. So can we please just move on?”

Her blasé tone is really getting on my nerves, but a part of me understands where she’s coming from. I think about all the complications in my life right now and I know the right thing to do would be to block the kiss from my memory and pretend it never happened.

A little hard considering when I look at her all I can think about is how much I want to kiss her again, and so many other things.

“Alright,” I reply, keeping my tone even. “Whatever you say, Ms. Cameron.”

She offers me a tight smile. “Shall we go over today’s agenda?”

I nod, pushing aside my feelings. “Yeah, sure. What do I have scheduled?”

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