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I’ll happily give it to him, though. After he forgave me yesterday for what I did, I’ll do whatever he wants me to.
“Oh, shit.” Emerson grunts, his grip on my hair tightening. “I’m going to come in that pretty mouth of yours, and you’re going to swallow everything. Got that?”
I nod around him, letting him know I want it all.
He grunts through each breath, his body shaking as he slams into my mouth over and over.
Then he stills, his breathing heavy, while he keeps my head from moving with his grip in my hair. Warm cum fills my mouth, and I swallow it down, licking up any that drips down my chin.
I love the taste of him.
Sighing, he collapses onto his back as a lazy grin spreads over his lips, and I climb up his glistening body to kiss him.
He’s obviously not worried that he just came in my mouth, his tongue exploring mine.
With a groan, he releases my mouth and presses his forehead to mine. “I love that you taste like me, Pop-Tart,” he says, before running his tongue over my bottom lip. “I could get used to this.”
I smile and place my cheek to his chest. “Me too. To both of those things.”
Emerson laughs. “Dirty girl.”
With a sigh, I close my eyes.
My life is giving me whiplash. Four weeks ago, I was homeless and had my life thrown upside down. Then everything got better, until yesterday, when once again I had no idea what was coming next.
Now I’m in the arms of a man I’ll never be able to compare to. One with a huge heart—a heart I want to keep forever.
After a long moment of listening to Emerson’s slow breathing, he slaps me on the bum.
“You better get moving, baby. Don’t want to keep Tony waiting,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I laugh as I roll off him and push myself into a sitting position. “Don’t worry, I’ll make him beg for my forgiveness.”
Emerson shakes his head, and that half smirk he’s so good at lifts one side of his lips. “That’s my girl. I can’t wait to see the look on Cooper’s face when you tell him he lost.”
My entire body deflates. I wish I never made that stupid bet. Emerson means more to me than the money, but so does the restaurant. I guess if he can forgive me, then I can forgive myself. I’m not like my mother—I can’t be. I won’t survive that.
“Hey,” Emerson says, sitting up and gripping my chin. “What’s that face for?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. I just—I’m so sorry for what I did to you. It doesn’t feel right taking the money now. And might I add, we haven’t slept together. At least not in . . . that way.”
“They’re just technicalities Pop-Tart. Sleeping together doesn’t always mean intercourse. Sex is more than that, baby. Besides, you aren’t backing out. Not now.”
I rub my eyes. “I never should have betrayed you like that. It was a shitty thing to do.”
Emerson sighs. “Well... yeah, it was a shitty thing to do.” He shrugs. “But it’s done now. So woman up, and take what’s owed to you. A bet’s a bet, especially when it comes to those arseholes. The money is yours, whether you like it or not.”
With a groan, I throw myself back onto the bed. “Fine,” I say. “But at least let me make it up to you.”
Emerson grins and wiggles his eyebrows as he launches himself on top of me. “Pretty sure you just did a few minutes ago, Pop-Tart.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
Emerson
After Eden leavesto go see Tony, I spread out in my bed and stare at the spinning ceiling fan. The whirl of the motor almost lulls me back to sleep, so I grab a pillow from beside my head and shove it over my face. It smells like Eden, making me want to wrap myself in it and stay here forever.
The events of the last couple of days have been intense, and I’m still not sure I’ve fully taken in exactly what Eden did to me. In the heat of the moment, she could have literally ripped my heart out of my chest, and I still would have kissed her yesterday.
