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“Thanks, Babe. I’m proud of me too.”

“So, yeah, we need to celebrate. What do you want to do? You want to eat out?”

He sets me down, nodding emphatically, his pupils dilated. I can tell he’s had a wonderful day. “Hell yeah, I want to eat out.” He hooks a finger into the front of my jeans, unbuttons them, and then starts to pull down my zipper.

My brows raise. This is not quite what I was expecting.

“Here’s my plan for the evening,” he starts to explain.

My eyes dance with amusement. “Okay, let’s hear it.”

“First I want to eat the appetizer right between your thighs. And when I say eat it, I’m going to eat it, lick it, suck it, and savor it…until I’ve licked my plate absolutely fucking clean.”

Ooh myyy.

I bite my lip to keep from smiling even though every word he just said, in his porny-voice no less, just did things to all my insides.

“Then I’m going to take my girl out for actual food.”

“Mmm hmm.” That’s all I can say because my brain is mush right now knowing what it will feel like as he licks his plate clean.

Lord, have mercy.

“And then I’m bringing her back here where I will eat my dessert and then spend the rest of the night fucking her in every position I can possibly imagine. That’s how I want to celebrate, Babe.”

“Well.” I swallow the excited lump in my throat and resist the urge to fan my very flushed face. “Far be it for me to stop you from celebrating.”

Meow.

Lola rubs across Emmett’s legs.

“Sorry Lola,” he says before he leans down and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder giggling like a toddler. “There’s only one pussy getting my attention right now.”

Chapter 18

Emmett

What goes up, must come down.

A week ago, I was having the best day of my goddamn life celebrating new clients, new opportunities, and spending an entire weekend naked at home with the girl of my dreams. Today I feel like that meme of the dog sitting at a table with his coffee, surrounded by flames saying, “This is fine.”

It’s so not fine.

The more of these days that happen the less and less I love this job and wish I could be anywhere else, doing anything else. I wish I could be at home with Emily, working with her and laughing with her and being her partner in every sense of the word. Instead, I’m stuck here for three more hours after having my ass handed to me by my boss for being a gargantuan fuck up and losing not one, but two clients this afternoon.

“What the hell happened, Emmett?” Cheyenne whispers when she enters our cubicle space. “Jane is annoyed as fuck right now. I heard her on the phone telling someone you lost the Orchard account.”

Shame engulfs me. “Not just the Orchard account.”

Cheyenne pales. “Oh noooo. What happened? Tell me everything.”

“So, you know how I was working with both Orchard and Pine Grove on their new branding?”

“Yeah, so?” She shrugs. “It’s not the first time someone’s done that.”

“Right, but it’s probably the first time someone has ever sent the wrong brand logos to competitive companies for approval. Now Orchard knows what Pine Grove is doing and Pine Grove knows what Orchard is doing and they’re both pissed that I clearly shared their ideas with each other, and they both backed out.” I throw my head in my hands. “I don’t know how I could be so fucking stupid, Cheyenne. I’ve always checked my work. I’ve always labeled them, so I know exactly what they are, and I’ve always kept clean files, so I never get confused.”

“What changed this time then?”

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