Page 462 of Deep Pockets

Emma

When I walk into my office, my eyes dart to the single, white rose lying on my keyboard. There’s no note, but I know who it’s from. After setting down my purse and turning on my computer, I pick up the rose and with a girlish grin, I open my office door to go thank Grayson.

As I approach his office door the glass windows are shaded white; he’s clearly busy. I turn on my heels, but then the office door opens and with a giant smirk on her face, Rachel waltzes out. Her eyes mock me as she sways her hips and saunters away.

Like painful indigestion, jealousy forms an irritating ball in my chest. Opening the door to Grayson’s office, I find him settling back in his seat with a stack of papers.

“What was she doing in here with the windows shaded?”

Grayson’s gaze raises to mine and I shudder. Wow, that came out sounding crazy jealous and I’m not even his girlfriend!

“Good Morning to you too, Emma.”

“I’m sorry. I—”

“Was jealous,” he finishes, grinning.

I let out a huff. “Yes.”

“Why are you jealous?”

“She has the hots for you and Rachel goes after what she wants.”

“Why don’t you?”

Embarrassed, feeling like I’ve been put on the spot, I fiddle with the rose in my hand. “Life isn’t like the romance books. It doesn’t all end in a fairy tale.”

With the tightening of his jaw, Grayson stands and approaches me. He takes the rose from my hand and with a slow, confident movement he brushes my hair off my shoulder. “Close your eyes for me, Emma.”

With nerves igniting throughout my body, I close my eyes and await with anticipation.

Just below my ear, a tender kiss meets my neck and I shiver with heightened arousal.

“All you have to do is learn to trust again.” His breath is warm on my ear, followed by the slow, sensuous touch of his tongue on my skin. He nips at me as the rose touches between the cleavage of my breasts. “Do you trust me, Emma?” His tone is confident, unhesitating, and my body yields to that self-assurance.

“Yes,” I breathe.

For a moment, there’s no contact and my body yearns for his touch. Just when I’m about to say something, I feel his hand on the inside of my thigh. “If you trust me, Emma, let go of any reservations.”

“Grayson,” I whisper, but his name trails off as his lips cover mine.

Sliding his hand under my skirt, he finds my panties. Adding his other hand, he raises my skirt up my thighs and puts both hands on the straps of my underwear. As my skin tingles with desire, he slides them off my hips. Lowering himself, he caresses down my leg. Gentle kisses are placed along my calf before he lifts my heel and has me step out of my panties, one leg after the other.

He slides my black, lace underwear into his pocket and a devilishly, handsome smirk tilts his mouth as he stares into my eyes. “I didn’t tell you to open your eyes, Princess.”

Biting my lip, I close my eyelids. His tongue slips between my lips and unleashes the ravenous need within me. His hand trails up my thigh once more, finding me soaking wet for him.

A satisfied breath escapes his lips. “You’re ready for much more than I can give you now, Emma.”

Two fingers massage my clit and my head rolls back as my nipples harden and a wave of pleasure courses through me. His body moves closer and a hand takes hold of my lower back. The pressure on my back tightens as his strokes move in a faster rhythm.

The tip of his tongue licks the shell of my ear, then sucks it into his mouth. Letting out a desperate moan, I can feel him smile against my ear. “Today, I want you to think about how good it will feel to have me inside you. Tonight, I want you to give into that desire.”

His lips sweep across mine before his tongue slides between my mouth. My moan is muffled by his kiss as my orgasm explodes and ripples through my body.

Nothing like a morning orgasm from your Boss. Yeah, that shit just happened. After a little clean-up in the bathroom, and firing a holy shit text off to Megan, I squeeze my legs together as the memory of the hot-as-fuck scene in his office replays through my mind. Grayson Cole, upgraded from panty-melter to panty-stealer.

My door flies open and Claire rushes in. Closing it behind her, she gives me a pointed look. “Start talking.”

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