Page 12 of Yours to Conquer

“I can’t believe that a girl as pretty as you didn’t get asked to prom,” David says.

“I got asked. I didn’t attend.”

Claire pats me on the shoulder as if to say I’m sorry. “Anthony, why don’t you take Emma on the grand tour of our mansion.” She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “Don’t forget to show her your trophy room. I’m going to check on dinner.” David and Claire walk out of the room, leaving Anthony and me alone.

“Ready to see my bedroom, Em?” He takes my hand and helps me into a standing position. His lips meet mine as his hand drops to caress my bottom. I can feel him pulling my dress up to cop a feel. I quickly pull it down and step away from him.

“Stop, your mom and dad could walk in at any minute,” I chastise him.

He gives me the same smile I saw in his photos from high school. “Let’s go, babe. I want you to see what a stud I was.” He takes me by the hand and leads me down a hallway covered with pictures from kindergarten to graduation. “Close your eyes,” he says before he opens the door that takes us back to his youth. I do as he asks. Guiding me into his room, he grabs my waist and sits me on something soft that I assume is his bed. I feel him move away from me. I hear the door close and the unmistakable click of a lock. There is a rustling of what sounds like papers.

“Can I open my eyes?” My heart races. I know he’s up to something.

“No,” he says. I keep my eyes closed and sit patiently.

“What are you doing, baby? Your mom is going to be looking for us soon.” I can feel the air change in the room. There is a crackle of energy in the atmosphere. Sensing him in front of me, I reach out. His hands settle on my knees, making my skin tingle as his fingers slide up my inner thighs. I feel as if I may implode. Hisfingers reach the apex of my thighs, his thumbs glide in and spread me apart. I lie back and allow my legs to fall open, giving in. I need this. He has been stoking and banking my fire all day. His hot velvet tongue strokes me, and I claw at the bedding and bite my lips shut. Just as I am about to explode, he pulls back.

“Oh…God…please don’t do this to me again. I swear I don’t think you’re old. I was teasing. I love everything about you, baby. Please don’t leave me like this,” I beg.

“The thought of you sitting here bare under your dress is driving me crazy. If you ever tell me you are pantiless again, I will take you wherever we are. Do you understand? You can’t play that game with me and not expect me to respond.”

His head drops to my mouth to catch the frustrated scream that threatens to escape. I pull my legs up around his waist, trying to pull him closer to me. I dig my nails into his shoulders, clawing at any relief I can get.

“I’ve had a lot of fantasies in this room, but making love to you on my twin bed would beat them all. What do you say?”

“Your mom and dad are in the next room,” I answer with alarm. I need a release, but I know myself, and quiet isn’t part of my sexual vocabulary.

He sighs heavily before he straightens me up and pulls me into a sitting position. I will have to stay in my sexually heightened state for a while longer. I exhale and open my eyes.

“Holy smokes—you have at least a hundred trophies in here.” There isn’t a surface in his room that’s not covered with a trophy or medal of some sort. On the desk are several photos that are turned upside down. I wonder if that’s the rustling of papers that I heard.

“What can I say? I’m an overachiever.” He smiles smugly.

“Why did you make me close my eyes?”

“I didn’t want you to get overwhelmed by my greatness,” he teases as he looks around his room. His eyes settle on the photos on the desk.

“Who’s in the photos?”

He looks at me sheepishly. “Just some girl I dated. My mom still had her pictures pinned to my corkboard, and I wanted to remove them before you saw them. It’s just someone from my distant past, and I don’t want to talk about her.”

“Okay, I understand totally.” I look around the room again. I won’t pry into what he doesn’t want me to see.

“Is this what your room was like when you were a kid?”

“Exactly, except I had a pile of dirty clothes in the corner, and it smelled like sweat instead of your arousal. I like this smell so much better.” He plants a quick kiss on my lips. “Shall we join my parents?”

I growl in frustration as he guides me out of his room and into the dining room. My parts are still tingling. It’s almost cruel how he takes me to the point of no return and then makes a U-turn to deliver me back to ground zero.

We sit down to dinner with his parents. Claire and David sit at the ends of the dining room table, and Anthony and I flank both sides. I wait to see how to progress with dinner, not sure if they say a blessing. I look across the table and smile as Anthony winks at me.

“Guests first. Emma, please help yourself,” Claire says. “I’m not a fancy cook like Anthony, but I make a good meatloaf. I hope you like it.” I carefully scoop up a slice of mystery loaf, a spoonful of mashed potatoes, and pass the plate to my right.

“I love meatloaf. My mom used to make it when I was a young girl. It was different every time. I used to call it mystery loaf because you never knew what it would taste like, but it was always good. This is comfort food to me.”

David piles his food high on his plate. “How did you meet Anthony?” he turns to me and asks.

“Yeah, babe, how did we meet?” Anthony jokes. I give him a quick kick under the table. After the shocked expression fades, he breaks into a hearty laugh.

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