Page 46 of Not My Fault

I can’t talk, but if I could I’d tell her how good she tastes and how I’m going to eat her for every meal. Emily is on the brink of an orgasm, and I pull away at the last second. She cries out in annoyance, and I slide a finger inside her, then another. She touches her clit, and I pump my hand in just for a second as Emily comes again. She’s yelling, but her voice is muffled by the sheets so I can’t make out what she’s saying. She finally rolls over and I lay down next to her.

“It’s a good thing you don’t always have that, or we’d be doing that all the time,” Emily says, eyeing the strap.

“All I heard from that is I should start wearing it under my clothes.” I wink.

Emily laughs but it’s hoarse, so I grab her glass of water and she takes a sip. I take her hand in mine, and she puts the glass back down. Her thumb rubs the side of my hand softly, as if to reassure me of something. I relax and my eyes start to close. I hate to admit I’m tired but I did work all day.

“Someone needs some sleep.” Emily smiles as she catches my eyes fluttering.

“I gotta rest up if I can give you more orgasms tomorrow.”

“Mmm, sleepover?” Emily asks lazily.

“Duh, if you think I’m letting you go home tonight, you’re crazy.”

“Be careful, you sound like some of my fans,” Emily teases.

“Some of your fans would go lethal if they knew what we were up to tonight,” I say.

“Some would also pay millions.” She laughs.

“Too bad this is between us.”

“The world couldn’t handle it.”

“Does this change anything like public-wise? Do you want us to be more private with our relationship?” Emily asks.

“No, I knew what I was getting myself into. I like you and all the things that come with dating a pop star.” I smile. “But maybe we keep the multiple orgasms to ourselves,” I tease.

“Georgie is going to be so smug about that.” She groans.

“What?”

“She’s been saying for weeks there was something between us, and I told her it was all in her head. So when I don’t come home tonight, she’s going to be throwing a party, I can tell.” Emily sighs.

“Well, I’m not going to apologize for that.”

“Oh, you wait, she’ll be unbearable with you too.”

“I welcome it.”

Emily leans in to kiss me, a lazy kiss that starts off as a peck and leads to more. Her lips are tired, as are mine, but I can taste myself on her. She smiles halfway through and lays her head on the pillow with a yawn. I reach for the lamp, turning off the last of the lights, and plug my phone in next to us.

“Do you have to be up early tomorrow?” Emily asks.

“I have work at one, but I’m more than happy to call out,” I admit.

“You don’t have to.”

“Are you kidding me? Having sex with you all day or going to work? It’s a no-brainer. I’ll text River right now.” I laugh.

I type a quick text, realizing it’s after two a.m. But I never use my sick days, it isn’t like the place can’t function without me.

RIVER: are you calling out at 2 a.m. because the pussy is that good?

ME: Oh my god. Pleading the fifth

RIVER: Aspen and I say get some, enjoy your day off

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