Page 77 of Ramsey & Emerson

Emerson turned in her chair, forcing my hands to drop as I took a step back. “Ram’s mentally unstable on a good day, and Maddox hacked into the prison system to have my father killed in general population,” she recounted. “And that’s not even mentioning the rest of the kids.”

“I said that they didn’t turn out so badly, not that they were perfect,” I retorted.

“Dash had to go toEnglandto bring Eden back, Crew is always one wrong word away from killing someone, and Lennon is as diabolical as a Columbian drug lord,” she went on.

“All Marlows by blood, I’d like to point out,” I grinned.

She chuckled again. “I’d buy that if we hadn’tallhad a hand in raising them.”

I shrugged. “We can always blame Ava since she’s the stay-at-home-mom.”

Emerson laughed at that. “I dare you to tell her that to her face.”

I reached down, then tucked a wayward strand of dark hair behind Emerson’s ear. “What’s really bothering you, baby?”

Her silver gaze turned serious. “The world is an ugly place, Ramsey. It’s unforgiving, and I just can’t wrap my mind around how we don’t do enough for the kids. Every day, you see people getting outraged over something or another, but no one is getting mad enough to do anything for the children. Instead, everyone is more upset about a celebrity’s carbon footprint than they are over starving or neglected kids.” She shook her head. “I just don’t get it.”

“Because it’s easier to be outraged from behind your computer while sitting on the couch than it is to actually get up off that couch and do something about it,” I replied. “Doing something about anything takes too much effort and too much time away from all the selfies that youjust haveto post.”

Emerson smiled softly. “God, I’m so glad that none of the kids became addicted to that crap.”

“Amen,” I grumbled.

“I just wish that my cause was everyone’s cause,” she went on. “I just wish that people cared enough to do more.”

“You can’t save the world, baby,” I told her, something that she already knew. “You can only save your little piece of it.”

“I know,” she muttered quietly.

“Come here,” I told her, and her eyes immediately narrowed, though she obeyed.

As soon as she was standing in front of me, I sat down in her chair, then reached for her skirt, pulling her into my lap. Since Emerson was still dressed in her work attire, that told me that she probably hadn’t even eaten dinner yet. She probably walked in the house, then had headed straight to her office to continue working on her cases.

Once she got comfortable on my lap, my left hand reached up to circle her neck, tilting it to the side, so that my lips could touch her soft skin. My right hand slid over her right thigh until it was nestled between her legs, and likethe perfect goddess that she was, Emerson automatically opened her legs for me.

“How about you just sit here and let me make the whole world disappear around you, baby,” I whispered against her skin, my fingers already sliding inside the gusset of her panties.

“Ramsey…” she moaned softly.

“Don’t think about anything other than my fingers playing with your pussy,” I instructed, her sweet channel already soaking my fingers. “Let me make you feel good, Emerson.”

Her hands latched onto my forearm when I finally slid two digits into her hot cunt, and every single fucking time felt like the first time with her. Even in death, I wouldn’t be able to forget how Emerson had bled all over me that first time, and I’d never forgotten the gift that she’d given me, even when I hadn’t deserved it. Every time after that, I’d always considered a miracle, because we both knew that I didn’t deserve her, regardless of her feelings for me. While Emerson had her own issues and reasons for loving a man like me, she was still too good for me.

“Oh, God…yes…”

“Tell me how good that feels,” I coaxed as my fingers slid in as deeply as they could go. “Tell me how much you like it when I stretch you out with my fingers, baby.”

“Don’t stop…” she panted. “God, Ramsey…don’t stop…”

“Order me to make you cum,” I said, reminding her of who really had the power between us.

“Make me cum…” she said, obeying me in a way that always made me fucking weak for her. “God, make me cum, Ramsey…”

“What do I get if I make you cum?” I teased, my fingers curling to hit that rough spot that was guaranteed to drive her out of her mind.

“Anything you want…” she answered shamelessly.

“I already have everything that I want,” I told her honestly. “As long as I have you, I have everything that I will ever fucking want, Emerson.”

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