Page 39 of Marry Me…Maybe?
‘Then I guess congratulations are in order.’
‘Why? Are you guaranteeing my continued place on the show?’
He laughed. ‘You don’t give up, do you?’
‘Never.’
‘Well, I suppose if you’ve managed to turn a corner in your personal life that will probably play well with the new station execs. Are you bringing him to that film premiere on Thursday evening? It would probably help if they saw pictures of you there with him.’
She slapped a hand against her forehead. She’d totally forgotten that she needed to arrange a date for that.
She liked to go to as many awards ceremonies and film premieres as possible, to keep her face in the magazines and her profile up in the press, and the production company liked it too because it meant free publicity for the show. Usually, she took one of the men she’d had short, no-strings flings with in the past to be arm candy. They accepted her invitations because they knew they’d get exposure out of it too – as well as some hot sex afterwards – but she didn’t want to ask one of them and have it reported that she was seeing someone else while Theo’s mother was under the impression the two of them were having a serious relationship.
So that meant only one thing. She was going to have to persuade Theo to go with her – and, based on his reluctance to be in the public eye, that was going to take some serious negotiating.
Theo had just finished a project in his workshop and was about to go back over to the house when Emily appeared at the door.
‘Hey,’ he said, walking over, wiping the grease off his hands with a rag.
He’d been a little disturbed to find he’d missed her company in the last couple of days, after the intensity of being with her at the wedding, but he’d put it down to the unexpected breaking of his sexual fast. The stuff she’d told him about her mother had played on his mind too, but he’d tried hard to put it to one side, determined not to allow any emotional involvement to mar their fling. It had been interesting getting an insight into the reasons for her wild behaviour, but he didn’t want to dig any deeper. It wasn’t any of his business.
‘Hey, yourself. I hope you don’t mind me dropping in without calling, but I had a free day so I thought I’d come and see whether you fancied a bit of company.’ She wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner and his body immediately sprang to life.
He tossed the rag onto the bench next to her. ‘I don’t mind. Actually, I was just thinking about calling you to arrange that final meet-up with my mother.’
‘Okay, well, I guess I came at a good time, then,’ she said, stepping closer so she could brush something out of his hair. She gave him a provocative smile. ‘You’re all dirty.’
He raised an eyebrow. ‘I was just about to go and take a shower.’
Her pupils dilated, the black almost swallowing the gold of her irises, and the corner of her mouth twitched up into a grin. ‘I could do with a shower too,’ she said, her voice suddenly rough and low.
He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
Without another word, he grabbed her hand and led her out ofthe workshop and over to the manor house, practically running with her up the stairs to his ensuite bathroom, where he stripped her out of her jeans and T-shirt, tossing his own clothes onto the pile while she went to turn on the shower.
He caught hold of her before she got under the water and kissed her hard and deep, luxuriating in the feel of her soft skin pressed against his, from chest to hip. He was as hard as stone already, and the feeling of his cock trapped between their bodies nearly drove him insane with the need to bury himself inside her.
Stepping back carefully into the shower cubicle, he pulled her with him, feeling the warm water rain down on his back and onto his hair.
Drawing away from him, she looked around for the shower gel, locating it on the shelf behind him, and poured some of it onto her palm. Rubbing it first between her hands, she then lathered it all over him, paying particular attention to the place he could really do without her rubbing too hard right then. Even though it had only been a couple of days his body was reacting as though it had been weeks since he’d last been inside her, and he worried for a moment that he’d come too quickly if she continued to give that much devotion to her task.
Thankfully, she seemed to sense his slight withdrawal from her touch and instead pulled the showerhead off its holder and hosed him down with it, sluicing water over his sensitised skin as she washed the soapy bubbles away.
‘That’s better,’ she said, with a wicked smirk on her face, before kneeling down and taking the tip of his shaft into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head with such expertise he had to press both hands against the walls of the cubicle to steady himself.
She took him deep, then pulled back, then deep again, and he groaned with the acute pleasure of it, sliding one hand into her hair and gliding his thumb over her cheek.
‘Emily, if you want to get some of your own action right now, you’re going to have to go slow with me,’ he muttered.
She laughed with him still inside her mouth and the vibration of it nearly sent him over the edge.
Pulling away from him, she stood up and stepped out of the cubicle, going over to the bathroom cabinet and coming back with a condom clutched between her fingers. Maintaining eye contact, she tore the packet open and rolled it onto the hard length of him, her eyes telling him exactly what sort of pleasure he was about to experience. Putting the flats of her hands against his chest, she guided him to stand with his back against the cubicle wall and turned her back on him, leaning her hands against the glass in front of her and pushing backwards towards him in invitation.
He didn’t need more urging than that, and after positioning himself carefully he slid inside her, echoing her gasp of pleasure as their bodies connected.
They moved together, her hands making a squeaking sound on the glass as his thrusts pushed her back and forth.
‘Theo?’ she gasped as he leant forward and propped one hand on the wall above her head for balance.
