Page 77 of Tricky Business

Madison Carter:Oh yeah? What are you going to do when I get home?

Em Brooks:I’m going to tease you until you’re begging. I might have bought a toy or two…

Oh my God. Every time is nearly too much. How am I supposed to deal with him if he uses toys on me?

Em Brooks:Or maybe I’ll use the toys on you in the office…

Fuck me.

Madison Carter:It’s not fair to tease me when you’re so far away. I’m already begging.

Em Brooks:Are you sure that you’re begging?

Madison Carter:It doesn’t matter if I’m begging or not. You can’t do anything.

If only he could. I’d do just about anything to get Em to walk through those doors.

Em Brooks:Take off all your clothes and open the door.

I have to reread the message three times to believe what it says. There’s no way he’s here…

Then, instead of words, the next thing that comes through is a picture of my door number, and a shiver runs through me. He really is here. In half a second, I’m out of bed and stripping my clothes off. There’s no hesitation, no question of whether I’m going to open the door for him.

As soon as I’m completely naked, I go to the door and look through the peephole, just to be sure. Em is smiling at me through the glass, and my body’s shaking as I unlatch the door.

When it opens and I see him standing there as sexy as ever, I expect him to step inside and kiss me so we can close the door behind us, but he doesn’t. No, he pushes me against it, wedging it open, his hand holding my arms above me. Anyone that walks by could see, but as soon as his lips touch mine, I don’t care.

That’s what I’ve learned from being with Em Brooks. Nothing matters when we’re kissing. No matter where we are, once the kissing starts, it’s just the two of us. Everything else that might have been a problem thirty minutes ago doesn’t matter anymore. The people that could see us don’t matter.

His other hand goes to my neck, tightening more than normal, and I have a hard time getting a good breath, but my body doesn’t seem to mind. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow,” he whispers as the hand around my neck goes to my breast.

My body struggles to handle the sensations. It’s so unexpected, but Em knows how to push me in all the right ways. I’ve thought of him as a puppet master pulling my strings, but that’d be too subtle for tonight.

A gasp escapes me as he pinches my nipple. “I spent all day at the office wishing I could call you in and fuck you on top of my desk, but I couldn’t even text you dirty things.”

The thought of all the times he’s done just that rush through my mind. The way he’s sent me back to my office with a sore and soaking pussy. The throbbing handprints on my ass.

“I need you,” I moan.

“That’s not good enough, Madison. I told you I was going to tease you until you were begging, and I was serious. I want you to feel what I’ve felt all day.”

The look in his eyes is almost cold, and there’s a hint of cruelty to it. I don’t know what he wants from me or why he’s different tonight. The sound of a door opening nearby breaks the silence, and Em pulls me away from the door just enough so it can slam shut.

And he turns me around to face the door without ever letting my arms go. It’s cold against my bare skin, but I barely notice it. My focus is entirely on how Em and what he’s doing to my body. How he’s using me tonight. His hand goes to my ass, squeezing it hard before giving it a slap.

“Please, Em. Fuck me. Make my pussy remember what it’s like to have you inside me.”

He ignores me and his hand slides between my legs. I do my best to spread for him, and he slips a finger inside me. Then he pulls it out and presses it to my clit, and I can’t help but grind against it.

It’s only there for a moment, and then he steps back, releasing me. I slowly turn around to see him breathing hard. It’s definitely not because of exertion, so what is it?

“Em? What’s going on?”

He shakes his head and turns around. “I just wish that it could be me and you together. No one else, no complications. No hiding.”

“It could be,” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

His jaw clenches. “Soon. But not yet.”

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