Page 51 of Debts and Desires
“Yes, Carter, I understand.”
“Good girl,” I whispered, and her eyes fluttered closed. I smirked, knowing she was enjoying it, too. She was perfect, made entirely for me. “Make sure it’s somethin’ you’ll remember.” Emmy seemed to think, then smiled.
“Mac,” she responded.
“Mac?” I asked, my brows furrowing. That furry asshole even weaseled his way into my sex life with Em. She nodded.
“Think about it. The last thing we want is Mac in here with us. It would scar the poor dog. But even if it wasn’t our word, if I said Mac, you’d stop to see why he was here.”
“Beautifulandsmart,” I commented. Emmy’s face turned three whole shades of red as her eyes moved down to look between us. So, she could handle being buck ass naked straddling me, letting me use her body anyway I saw fit, but not take a compliment? Hell no. I was going to work on that with her, whether she wanted to or not. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurt. I pushed her hair from her shoulder, pulling her closer as I kissed her neck. I wanted so badly to latch onto those perfect pink lips of hers, but considering what this was between us, I didn’t think it was appropriate. I knew she said it wasn’t about the hours, but it still was whether either of us wanted to admit it or not. And I didn’t want our first kiss to be transactional in any way.
“You make me so fuckin’ hard it hurts, Buttercup,” I whispered, breathing on her neck, watching the goosebumps spread over her delicate skin. “No one haseverhad me wantin’ them asbad as I want you.” I nipped at her, eliciting a sweet moan of my name. “You ready to start this weekend off right?” She nodded. “I need to hear it.”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Good.” I moved fast, bending her over my knee. “First and foremost,” I started as I spanked her ass once. She let out a gaspy moan, making my dick harden even more. “You’re gettin’ punished for being a little brat in the shop.” I paused. “For your smart ass mouth, callin’ me a creeper,” I amended with a slight chuckle. I wasn’t punishing her for the fun she had. No.Thatwas perfect. Lord, the smileon her lips and the laugh she had did something to me, deep inside. She was a fucking sunbeam in my cloudy gray world and I could feel the ice around my heart melting. She let out a laugh. “You think it’s funny, still?”
“Yep.Creeper,” she answered. I spanked her more, drawing moans out of her each time. I went until she was a squirming, soaked mess. And even then, I gave a few more for good measure.
“Still funny?”
“N-no.”
“Didn’t think so.” I grasped a full mound of her ass, squeezing before I said, “Address me as Sir from here on out, Buttercup. Understand?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I let go of her ass cheek to grab the other. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Em,” I whispered before my hand came down again. “That’s why I keep you hidden from the world. They don’t deserve to see you.” I smacked her ass once more, a cry coming from her lips this time. “Hell,Idon’t deserve to see you. But for the time being, you aremine.”
The truth was, I didn’t want it for the time being. I wanted it forever.
I ain’t ever letting you go, Buttercup.
Fuck, I was falling too fast.
22. LITTLE OLD LADIES
September 30
Day Thirty-Four
140 Hours to Go
Iwatched as Carter cursed at the car in front of him, tossing his wrench a little too hard on the table. I stifled a laugh as he looked up to the ceiling, cursing again. I’d convinced him to let me stay in the garage with him earlier.
“It’s usually a slow day. Maybe I could keep you company while you work?” I had asked on our way back in from lunch. “I know technically they’re all slow days. But you’re finally catching up some.” He looked over at me for a moment. “And if anyone comes in, I’ll hide.”
“If you think you can move quick enough, sure.” He looked back at the road. “But I’m definitely not catchin’ up,” he laughed. “Too much to do.” He hadn’t been able to look at my car for more than a few minutes and claimed to feel bad, but I knew deep down, he didn’t. And neither did I, I realized, which hit me hard.
“You ever think about hiring someone to help?”
“Hired you, didn’t I?”
“I meant like, another mechanic.”
“I don’t know. Means I’d have to hire a secretary or some shit to do the payments. I’m not the best at rememberin’ that shit.”
“You have me,” I offered.
