Page 22 of Staking His Claim

Being ballsy about being discovered was one thing. But I’d known I would need to manage the fallout delica?—

“Fuck!” The hot suction of Emily’s mouth scrambled my brain. I gripped the arms of the chair to keep from shoving deeper.

I took her a little too roughly in my office on Thursday. And again in the bathroom yesterday. I couldn’t have her throat sore from overuse, regardless of how much I was dying to.

But holy shit, her mouth was heaven on earth and nirvana wrapped into one. “God, that feels so fucking good,” I croaked.

My eager little paralegal lapped up the praise, sucked me harder and longer until my eyes started to cross. Until my soulthreatened to leave my body and throw itself into her arms in deep gratitude.

Regret stabbed me when I tapped her shoulder and pulled myself free.

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Emily

Iknocked his hand away and lunged after the retreating cock. The most beautiful cock in the world.

The cock I absolutely loved having in my mouth.

Why was he depriving me?Why?

I didn’t even bother to cringe at the whine that erupted when Fletcher stopped again. And yup, I was in full pouting brat mode when I looked up at him.

Was I using the blow job as cover for a multitude of things I’d uncovered in the last hour?

Absolutely.

Exhibit A. The wall behind me.

Discovering Fletcher’s fixation had turned me on harder than a water hydrant in the middle of a heatwave.

Exhibit B.I fucking love and adore you, Emily Hartley. With every fiber of my being.

Fletcher Knight was in love with me.

And my brain couldn’t deal with it.

Soon, I hoped.

But not yet, apparently. So yes, I needed this blow job he was actively denying me.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth, baby, much as I’m dying to. But I’ve dreamt so long of having you right here, in this room where I’ve had to keep my obsession a secret, that I have to be inside you this first time. Is that okay?”

His eyes searched mine, as if now he’d admitted the crazy cakes extent of his fixation, he was terrified I would have second thoughts.

As if.

I scrambled to my feet, frantic to prove he was wrong. So wrong. That far from being worried or scared, I was elated.

Mine might be a fraction of what he’d done but it was only because I’d held myself back because I thought he might not want me. I was protecting my heart when there was absolutely zero need to.

Now it was out in the open, I was going to have so much fun going toe to toe in the obsession stakes. Starting with unleashing a few of my role-play fantasies.

“Yes, it’s okay.”

He nodded, relieved. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, he twirled his finger.

I turned around, faced the dozens of images of myself. Whoever he’d used to take these pictures of me needed a raise. I knew it wasn’t Fletcher because I knew where he was most times, and he’d definitely not been there in that botanical garden when I had a quick lunch on Valentine’s Day. He’d been visiting his parents and I’d been missing him, badly.

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