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The shit was so hot that he repeated the act again as he spoke. “I promised you I’d eat what you brought.”

Emmanuel pulled his chair forward and took a seat. What a fucking picture she made. As he dove between her thighs, the scent of her arousal did a complete number on his senses. His bulbous head was leaking as he devoured her. Her flavour invaded his system. Ivy was vocal in her encouragement as she urged him.

“Don’t stop Manny.”

Like he could. He was a man possessed.

The distinct change in her essence flooded his taste buds. He was insatiable as he lapped up every, last, drop. Damn, but his woman tasted fucking delectable. Even after the shaking of her legs subsided, he continued licking and nibbling at her folds.

“Stop Manny. Need to feel you inside now,” Ivy panted.

He couldn’t bring himself to stop. Only when she repeatedly tugged at his ears did he finally pull away. Reluctantly, he stopped his adoration. Then gifted her with a soul-searing kiss. “See…” Peck. “…why…” Peck. “…I couldn’t stop.”

Even now his tongue was yearning for another taste, but his cock jumped in protest at being left out. He gripped her hips as he slammed into her tight walls. Both of their breaths quickened as soon as they came in contact. It took a moment for them to regain their breaths, and when they did… Manny was a man crazed as he stroked into her. He swivelled his hips in a rhythm that drove them both wild. His chant of her name was feral as he chased his release. The sweet sound of her moaning, as her nails tapped on the desk, was his undoing.

“Coming,” Emmanuel roared as he rocked unsteadily on his feet and poured his essence into her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Drained, he felt completely and utterly drained as he stumbled back and collapsed into his chair. Sitting back, his head fell back, and he closed his eyes.

“I love you Doc,” Emmanuel huffed as his heart rate and breath worked to return to normal.

“I love you too.” They were both silent for a while, then he heard her moving around.

“I need to get cleaned up,” she explained when he sat up and looked at her.

“Crap!” he exclaimed. “No, Doc. Stay put. I’ll get you some things to get cleaned up.”

His conscious pricked him. Taking care of Doc is what he did. No, it was more than that. Emmanuel couldn’t lose the part of him that defined who he was. Not now. Not with all the other uncertainties.

It didn’t take them long to get cleaned up. Ivy could finally set out the meal she had brought him. Stuffed chicken, rapini, and truffle mashed potatoes were some of his favourite foods. He smiled at her thoughtfulness.

His internal war was still raging, but he had Ivy. She was caring for him, and it meant everything. Emmanuel pulled her onto his lap, and they fed each other bites of lunch.

“You know this a ‘very’ extended lunch?” Ivy tsked.

“It’s okay. They think I’m the boss.” Manny shrugged.

It was meant to be a joke. However, Ivy heard the tinge of annoyance mixed with pain in his voice. It was all there in the tender expression in her eyes. He could barely take it when she affectionately cupped his face.

“Oh, Manny?—”

He didn’t want to hear the pity in her voice, see it in her eyes, or feel it in her touch, but it was all there.

“Doc don’t—” His private line ringing halted whatever Emmanuel was going to say. There were very few people who could get a hold of him on that line. One of whom sat on his lap. He groaned, as he suspected who it might be. Dodging his best friend had become his new hobby. Emmanuel was worried if he spent too much time with Frank, it would cause him spilling the news he wasn’t yet ready to share.

“Let me check who it is.” He told Ivy as she stood, allowing him to go check his phone.

Emmanuel recognised the number.

“Scott,” he answered.

“I have news. I can be there within the hour.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Emmanuel hadn’t spoken much since he got off the call.

“Darsh, will be here soon. Let’s finish eating.” He resumed his seat, pulling Ivy back into his lap.

“Do you think he’s found him?”

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