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“Are you going to fuck me, Emmett?”

“Em, I’ve dreamed of fucking you hundreds of different ways, in more places and positions than I can count, but since I found this little hideaway, I’ve done nothing but envision you against this window, your nipples good and hard as they touch the icy glass.”

A soft whimper escapes my throat.

“I thought about slipping underneath your dress and licking your sweet pussy until you’re dripping wet and then splurging on my favorite dessert.”

More whimpering.

Good Lord, he can talk me into a frenzy.

“And I thought about you spread eagle on this mattress with nothing to hold onto but my body as I thrust myself into you over and over, again, worshiping your body until you scream.”

Forget whimpering. The thought of what he’s describing makes me moan audibly enough for him to hear me. “What are you waiting for then?”

“Just gettin’ a good long look at the sexiest woman I have ever seen.” Emmett hooks two fingers around my thong and pulls it off, helping me step out of it before he puts them in his pants pocket. Crouching behind me, he palms my ass, rubbing both cheeks in his warm hands and then pulls my hips further out, widening my stance so he fits snuggly between my legs.

Holy Hell.

He’s not…

Oh, my God…he is.

Chapter 16

Emmett

Jesus fuck, I am the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet right now and cannot get over how amazing Emily looks in this moment. Her perfect tits pressed against the window, those thigh-high silk stocking over her voluptuous legs, the swell of her ass as it waits for me…she’s exquisite.

She’s perfect.

Sliding beneath her and spreading her legs just a tad more I look up to see her breasts flattened against the cold glass.

“Are your nipples too cold, Babe?” Spreading her just enough, I push two fingers inside her. Holy shit, she’s so fucking wet.

“Torturously freezing, yes,” she says.

“Good. Keep them there. I’ll warm them up shortly.” I pull my fingers out slowly and spread her wetness across her pinking skin. She smells so good.

“Emmett…”

“Just relax Em. Right now, I need to indulge in you. I need to love you.” At that I waste no more time. I’m so fucking hard right now it’s taking all my self-control to not unzip my pants and stroke myself while I taste her. The thought of her hand on my cock, feeling how hard I am for her keeps me in control. It only takes a small tip of my chin for my tongue to be right where it needs to be. Tenderly, I reach out my tongue and swipe around her clit, closing my eyes and reveling in the taste I’ve missed over the last several days.

“God, yes, Emmett, please.” Her begging, her moans, her whimpers, they overpower all other sounds of the party going on below us. They make the risk of getting caught all the more worth it.

“As you wish, my beautiful sexy woman.” With the next release of my tongue, I stroke through her from end to end, lapping her up, licking her, sucking her until her body starts to hum.

Shit, I’m growing uncomfortably hard. Reaching down between my own legs, I unzip my pants and free my cock, squeezing it in my hand and groaning against Emily’s warm pussy. The vibrations from my mouth cause her to gasp and she begins to move her hips against my face. This is the hottest fucking thing, and I am addicted to her.

“Fuuuuuck,” Emily breathes, trying to calm herself but as she slows her hips, I ramp up the speed of my tongue, delving inside and then circling around her clit, flicking it over and over, and she squeals.

“Emmett! Oh, God! I’m gonna…” I can tell she’s holding her breath as her head falls back but her mouth is open. Her brows knit together and then finally her body quivers, her knees weakening on either side of me. “Ohhhhhh.”

As she’s still quivering, I hop up and help support her as I bring her down to the mattress beneath us, laying her down and hovering over top of her on my knees, my cock in my hand as I watch her.

A proud smile spreads across my face. “You’re beautiful. Have I ever told you that?”

“Mmm. You may have mentioned it,” she replies, staring at the hardened piece of me in my hand.

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