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“You mean since the last time you asked?” Scout looks at me over the top of her glasses, and I guess I deserve the jab. “No, and no one has come by for you either.”
I flex my fingers at my side and try not to get frustrated. Emerson said she would come here today. If not, I told her I’d come to her, and it sounded like she really didn’t want that option.
“Well, if anything changes, I’ll be in my?—”
The elevator chimes, and I turn around and see the metal doors part. Standing there, looking utterly breathtaking, is Emerson.
I’m filled with a surge of relief, desire, ache, and gratitude all at once. I’m not sure if she comes running at me, or I’m the one running at her, but the next thing I know, I’m lifting her into my arms.
“Took you long enough,” I say against her hair as she buries her face against my neck. I’ve got one arm around her waist and the other on the back of her head, holding her tightly to my chest.
She lets out a small laugh, and I can feel her warm breath against the exposed skin right above my collar. “Believe it or not, I got here as fast as I could.”
“I think I’ll take my break now!” Scout announces loudly before grinning at the two of us and hopping on the elevator. “Everyone else is out to lunch, so you’ve got the place to yourselves.”
She waves at us, and as soon as the doors close, I stare down at Emerson. “Remind me later to give her a raise.”
“Why?” Emerson asks, her fingers tracing the edge of my collar.
“Because the sounds you’re about to make are for my ears only.”
My hand grips the hair at the nape of her neck, and I cover her mouth with mine. This kiss isn’t like the first one. This time it’s claiming and possessive. I’ve tasted her sweetness, and now that it’s my drug of choice, I’m selfish. The thought of another man having a claim on what I desire most makes me want to mark her.
I kiss down her neck as I carry her back to my office, and when I suck on the tender skin below her ear, she moans. I do it harder, knowing I’m going to leave a hickey and not giving a shit. I want her betrothed to know another man has tasted her innocence. In fact, the thought of the whole world knowing she belongs to me makes my dick rock hard. Would fucking her against the window of this skyscraper be enough?
“Gideon,” she whimpers when I press her against the glass and move between her legs. “What if we get caught?”
I pull back to see her eyes are hooded, drunk on a desire as strong as my own. My hands slide up her thighs and under the skirt of her dress. I keep going until I reach the edge of her panties, and then I drag my thumb down the center of the wet cotton.
“Do you think that would stop me?” The soaked material of her panties clings to her before I press against her clit.
“No,” she gasps and then rocks her hips forward, desperate for another touch.
“Do you want me to stop?” I have to swallow hard because my mouth is watering at the thought of tasting her.
“No.” The one-word answer is final, and that’s all I need to hear before I drop to my knees.
Chapter Nine
EMERSON
The need to touch him is overwhelming, so I run my fingers through his short hair, staring down at him. I never imagined that Gideon would be kneeling in front of me. In my world, I didn’t think that was something men did.
Sure, I’ve read about it in books and fairy tales, but why would I ever think that was possible for me? Gideon is proof that dreams can come true. One by one he’s knocking down all my preconceived ideas about love. Right now he’s showing me that there are men that care about a woman’s pleasure more than their own.
A moan catches in my throat as Gideon pushes up the material of my dress, making his intentions clear. I should stop this. We’re in his office that’s surrounded by windows to the outside world. Anyone could catch us or see what he’s doing, but I can't find the will to care. Not right now. I can only think of him at this moment and how I’ll cherish it for the rest of my life.
"Hold this. I want to see you." My fingers fist the fabric as Gideon pushes it up farther, revealing my lavender panties that are basic cotton. It’s the only thing I own, and they are embarrassingly practical. "Is all this for me?" He leans in, kissing my panties where a wet spot has formed. If I wasn't so turned on, I might be self-conscious about how wet I am. "Answer me," Gideon orders before nipping the inside of my thigh.
"Yes." My fingers squeeze the fabric tighter. "I can't control it."
"Oh, Emerson." He places his open mouth over my clit, his warm breath tickling me through my panties. "You’ll let me control it. Won’t you?"
I thrust my hips forward, unable to hold back. Why is the idea of him being in control so freeing? I'm not sure, but I imagine my world with Gideon instead of Conner…no, it’s better not to think of that right now.
"It's mine, isn't it, my precious girl?"
Precious? How can one word fill me with so much happiness? I don’t think I’ve ever been precious to anyone.
