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“You’re turning me the fuck on, you know.”

She pulls me by the waistline of my pajama pants right into the shower with her. Reaching her hand down into my pants, she clenches her fist around my stiffened cock.

Fuck, that feels good.

“Oh, I know.”

“You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to, Em.”

She looks up at me from under her wet lashes, hunger and desire all over her face. “Put your hands on the wall, Emmett, and don’t move them.”

Holy shit.

Chapter 17

Emily

Since the wedding, I haven’t had the chance to make him feel good. I haven’t had the chance to really taste him. He’s always made sure I was the one on the end of the receiving line, but not today. Today I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel on a regular basis. Today I want to know what it’s like to have him in my mouth. Today I want to satisfy him, please him, worship him, love him.

Hooking my fingers into his waistband, I push the wet material down his legs, his erection springing free at last. He steps out of his pants and pulls off his t-shirt. Before he kicks them out of the way I take them, using them as a pillow for my knees. His arms are spread, his hands on the shower walls on each side of him as he looks down at me from above. I watch him take a steadying breath and slowly, calmly blow it out. Then he licks his lips and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

As it juts out at my face, I stick out my tongue and give the head of his cock a playful lick and he gasps. His body flinching, his cock jumping in excitement and anticipation.

“Fuck.”

“You okay?”

He looks down at me again, his breathing heavy. “Yeah, Babe. You can fucking do that as many times as you want.”

“How about this?” I ask him before I wrap my hand around his cock and bring it to my lips, taking just the tip into my mouth, teasing him with my tongue. Emmett’s head falls back, and his mouth opens.

“Shit, Babe. That feels fucking amazing.”

Glancing up from my knees, his body is Herculean. His legs are toned and strong, his abs tight, sculpted and rigid. His chest well defined and right now there are veins straining in his neck that I find ridiculously attractive.

Because I know I’m having an effect on him.

On his body.

Wanting to hold him in my hand, I grasp him. I squeeze the head and slide my fist down to the base of his cock watching as Emmett slowly pushes his pelvis forward, like he’s fucking my fist.

“Emmett?”

“Yeah?”

“How many times have you jacked off thinking of me in the past year? Before we ever got where we are right now?”

He chuckles once. “All the fucking time. I think the easier question would have been when didn’t I jack off to thoughts of you? And that answer would be never. It’s never not been you, Em.”

Wait.

Continuing to stroke him, I look up at him. “You mean even when—”

“Even when I was with other women, yes. I didn’t give a shit about them, Emily. It’s always been you.”

His confession is an arrow straight to my heart.

All this time…he’s wanted me all this time.

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