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I stand between her parted knees and just take in how beautiful she is. Her black bra is lacy and only covers the lower half of her breasts, allowing her nipples to peek out over the cups. Her pink panties have little hearts along the border of each hip. I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman who wasn’t wearing a matching bra and pantie set, but I find it fucking adorable.

  And real.

  I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on a chair in the corner then drop to my knees. Emma lifts up on her elbows and watches as I place soft kisses on the inside of her left knee. I slowly kiss a trail along her upper thigh as I get closer to her center. She squirms and murmurs, even trying to scoot lower to make my journey faster, but I splay one hand across her belly and hold her in place. I’ll get there when I get there.

  When I reach one of the embroidered hearts, I wrap my teeth around it and gently tug, releasing it about an inch away from her skin so it snaps back at her. She gasps and sticks her fingers into my hair, pulling me to the side. I shoot a glance up to her eyes and give her just a slight shake of my head. She immediately releases her fingers and moves them back onto her comforter.

  Good girl.

  To reward her for paying attention to what I want, I press my nose against the satin of her panties and move down between her legs then back up the other side. The fabric covering her pussy is wet, and she smells amazing. I want to spend more time buried in that moisture, but not yet. I continue my journey down her right thigh until I reach her ankle. When I look up at her again, her eyes are screwed shut and her fists are balled at her hips.

  Okay, enough torture for one night. I slip two fingers underneath the sides of her panties and wait for her to look at me before I slowly pull them down, revealing my prize. She’s almost completely shaved, except for a small tuft of hair that marks the spot I’m ready to taste. As I lean forward on the bed, I slide my palms beneath her ass and spread her wide, tilting her in such a way that she’s completely on display for me.

  She’s perfect.

  Planting my tongue at the bottom of her opening, I lap up her juices before diving in, circling her clit with my tongue before she presses firmly against my mouth.

  “Yes, Sebastian. Right there.”

  I kiss and suck and lick until I know she’s at her breaking point. And then I pull off. The first time she comes, I want to be inside her. She can come in my mouth on round two.

  “No.” She reaches out as if to stop me from leaving, but I just smirk and shake my head again.

  Her hand falls from the air as if controlled by my mind. When I reach for my belt and release it, she relaxes on the bed and just watches me get undressed. Before my pants fall to the ground, I take out my wallet and retrieve the condom tucked inside. And those blue eyes don’t leave my cock as I open the foil package and proceed to roll the rubber down my length.

  The hungry look in her eyes makes me want to come right on the spot. I climb over Emma and press my mouth to hers in a heated kiss as I slide my arm under her back and lift her several inches higher on the bed. Once she’s in a more comfortable position, I slip one hand between her thighs and hitch it up so she’s wide open for me. While showering her mouth with kisses, I position my head at her opening and gently push in.

  “God!” Emma thrusts her hips up and pulls me fully inside her. Then she fucks me as I hold myself in place above her. She’s using my body to chase her pleasure, and I fucking love it.

  I grant Emma the control for a few minutes, just basking in her warmth as I kiss across her shoulders and down to her breasts. I draw a trail up and over the fabric of her bra, nipping lightly at the tips as I go. She moans and arches into me even more frantically. I can’t hold back anymore, so I finally begin to thrust in and out of her.

  “Yes. Like that.” She pants, and her fingers comb through my hair before curling into a fist and holding me in place. I’m relieved when I realize her bra fastens at the front, so it only takes a second for me to release her beautiful tits. A sheen of sweat glistens across her light skin, and it’s obvious that even though her body has a light bronze color, she doesn’t hit the beaches topless.

  As if reacting to the pull of a magnet, my lips immediately close on her hard nipple, sucking it and licking the texture. With my free hand, I pinch her other nipple, hearing her squeal as she bucks even harder on my cock.

  “Fuck, Emma. You’re so tight.”

  Her fingernails dig into my skin, creating a spike of pleasure from the pain as I climb closer to my climax. Emma is definitely not a passive lover. Her whole body is invested in her pleasure and mine. Her tongue caresses the shell of my ear as she moans against me. Her hot breath is like a flame igniting my insides, forcing my release to bubble out like a volcano. I lift off the bed and curl her in such a way that my cock is getting even deeper than before. I have one hand holding her thigh to the side and the other tweaking her nipples when Emma explodes around me, covering my cock in her juices.

  Her muscles contract around me, milking my own climax to the surface directly from my balls. I press in harder, holding her against me as I find my release within her tight walls. She clings to me as she falls over the precipice of her pleasure.

  And I love it.

  If this is the only time we have together, I want it to last as long as possible.

  I expect her to relax against the mattress and pull away as soon as her body finally stops shaking. But she doesn’t. She turns to me and finds my mouth with hers, claiming me all over again. I cover her mouth with kisses while I carefully pull out and remove the condom. When I roll off her to drop the tied-off condom on the floor, she rolls with me, chasing my body until she’s straddling me. Her mouth stays on mine for a few more seconds before inching down my body the way I did to her.

  “You have an amazing body,” she murmurs against my skin.

  I can’t help but smile. “That’s usually my line.”

  Her eyes meet mine, and she winks then continues down my body until her tongue is teasing the base of my cock. My eyes don’t stray as she rubs her nose in the shorthairs at the base of my dick. She inhales deeply, and a visible shudder passes through her before she moves lower and sucks my whole cock into her mouth.

  I can count on one hand the number of women who have been willing to suck my dick after it’s been inside a condom, and they were all paid. The fact that Emma is willing to do it on her own is sexy as hell.

  Emma pulls me to the back of her throat enthusiastically, seeming to fully enjoy her task. And I’m already rock-hard when she swallows against the head of my dick, taking me even deeper.

  “God, yes. Fuck!” I rake my fingers through her hair, resisting the instinct to grab on and fuck her face. When she hums against me, half my self-control completely disappears, and I push into her. She seems to struggle for just a second, but she doesn’t pull away. She surprises me by pushing down even farther. The tips of her fingers masterfully play with my balls and then poke around to tease my ass. Normally, I wouldn’t allow myself to come twice if my partner has only come once, but it feels too good to stop.

  So, I don’t.

  Instead, I focus on Emma’s big blue eyes as she watches me.

  She moans, and her eyes roll up as if she’s eating a piece of gourmet chocolate. If that’s not permission, I don’t know what is. I stop thinking about anything else and just allow myself to unload in her mouth. She pulls off far enough that she can swallow, but not an inch farther than necessary. A few drops dribble out the side of her mouth, and I want to come all over again.

  Nothing is sexier than a woman with my come dripping down her chin.

  Emma finishes me off like I’m a damn lollipop and uses her finger to collect the stray drops on her face before sucking them into her mouth.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect.” I instantly regret giving her that feedback. It’s fine to think it, but I don’t like women to get the idea that I’m too interested in them.

  Hopefully, she just assumes it’s bedroom talk, because e
ven as she smiles, she continues to lick my shaft. Once she’s satisfied that I’m fully cleaned, Emma crawls across my body and lies down as if she’s ready to sleep. She might be, but not before getting a good night kiss. I hold her against my side for a minute before scooting down the mattress and diving into her wet pussy once again. Her clit is still swollen and pulsing, so I suck it between my lips, nipping at her and then licking inside her opening.

  Within seconds, she’s fucking my mouth hard, begging me not to stop because she’s ready to come again. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. Watching her experience a series of orgasms against my lips is fucking amazing. She twists her own nipples, obviously wanting the sensations of pain and pleasure to intensify the moment. When she finally settles down against her bed, she is completely spent.

  “God, I needed that.” She releases a heavy sigh and closes her eyes as she pulls the edge of the comforter that’s hanging over the bed up to cover her body so she doesn’t have to climb underneath the blankets. Without opening her eyes, she whispers against my neck, “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  Chapter 9

  Emma

  When I fell asleep, Sebastian was snugly pressed against my side with one arm holding me against him. So waking up and finding an empty bed is a bummer. But I’m not surprised. Guys like him don’t stick around the next day. And even though I’m alone, I still try to pretend I’m not looking for a piece of paper with his number on it, or maybe even a business card. But there’s nothing. No sign he was here, and definitely no sign that he wants to see me again.

  And that’s okay.

  One night of incredible sex with a gorgeous man is better than none. And since that’s all I have on my horizon, I’m grateful for last night. I stumble into the shower to wash the sweat and come from my body, stopping short when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Small bruises mar my hips and thighs. I don’t remember being in any kind of pain, so the visual reminder of our night together makes me smile. He is one sexy man. As I turn on the water and wait for it to warm up, I recount the magic that was his tongue. God, how is he single?

  The hot water from the shower feels nice, but I regret washing away Sebastian’s scent from my skin. If I could wear the evidence of our night together all day, I would, but that’s too pathetic. Even for me. Since I don’t have anything planned for the day, I strongly consider crawling back into bed and doing nothing. But instead, I get dressed and turn on my delivery app, setting my status to available.

  There aren’t a lot of corporate orders on the weekends, so I’ll be in my car all day delivering meals to people at their homes or parks. There’s a festival going on at Barfield Crescent Park, so I’ll probably make at least a few runs out there to bring food to vendors who can’t leave their stations all day.

  ~**~

  For the next week, I go about my life as if I didn’t just have amazing sex. That’s the problem with amazing sex. You don’t just have it and forget about it. You have it once and want more. It’s like a drug that calls out to you every minute of the day. Before I was with Sebastian, I barely thought about sex. In the back of my mind, I wanted it and needed it, but I definitely wasn’t obsessed with it. Not like I am now.

  Because right now, it’s all I can think about. And not just any quickie sex with a stranger. No, I want it like it was with Sebastian. That’s what sucks the most. I’ll probably never see him again, other than maybe the occasional sandwich drop-off at his offices. So, I’ll have to make do with the memories of our amazing night together.

  So day after day, I keep myself busy and try not to think about what I’m missing. There’s no sense in dwelling on something that isn’t meant to be.

  It’s 11:15 on Monday when I get assigned a large delivery. Seventeen lunch boxes from Bacon Bits Deli need to be delivered to a law firm down the street. I don’t want to drive, but there’s no way I can carry all that food on foot, so I rush back to my car, double-park in front of the deli, and load up the order.

  The building is only a couple blocks away so the drive doesn’t take long. But it’s parking that is usually a bitch. Fortunately, the law firm is in a building with an underground parking lot. I have to carry the bags up in two elevator rides, but at least my car is in a loading zone close to the entrance. Jobs like this are a pain in the ass, but if the $200 order earns me a $30 tip, I won’t be complaining.

  In fact, I’m seriously tempted to visit the foot massage place next to the deli. The sign out front boasts a twenty-minute massage for fifteen bucks. It’s an indulgence I probably shouldn’t consider, but I deserve to splurge on something for myself. I finally have my bills paid off and can start thinking about building up a savings again. Throwing away a few bucks on a massage isn’t the most responsible thing to do, but it isn’t going to break me. Besides, my feet can definitely use a nice rubdown. And the rest of my body won’t mind one either.

  For the next twenty minutes, I pretend the man rubbing my body through my clothes is actually a six-foot-three businessman with tattoos peeking out from under his collar and the hungriest eyes I’ve ever seen. The grip and smells aren’t the same but I make do with my imagination since that’s all I’ve got.

  My phone goes off halfway through my session, but I ignore it. If I only have twenty minutes of human contact today, I’m going to enjoy every one of them. Then my phone rings again. And again. It’s starting to get embarrassing, and it’s way past annoying. But I turn off the sound and shove it back in my bag. It’s an unknown number, and I usually don’t pick those up anyway.

  By the time I peel my body out of that reclining chair, I’m almost relaxed. Not post-sex kind of relaxed, but I’m way less tense than I was when I came in. At least until my phone rings again. I’m just about to drop into my car seat, so I answer the damn thing, ready to tell off whoever has the wrong number so they can leave me the hell alone.

  “Fuck, Emma. Why the hell don’t you ever answer your phone?”

  “Excuse me? Who is this?”

  “Seriously? You don’t even know your own brother’s voice? It hasn’t been that long.”

  I groan inwardly. Or maybe it was outwardly based on his own scoff. “Eli? Whose phone is this?”

  “Mine. It’s new. Hey, I’m at your place. When are you gonna be home?”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. I so don’t need a visit from my brother right now. Whenever he shows up, he usually brings drama―if not a few women―with him. “Eli, it’s not really a good time for me. I’m going through some shit…”

  He cuts me off before I can finish my excuse. “I’m going through some shit too, Em. This is an emergency. I need to stay with you for a while.”

  I pull out into traffic even though I have no interest in going home now. Any threads of relaxation that might’ve still been inside me disappeared the moment I heard Eli’s voice. “For how long?”

  “I don’t know. Just get your ass home and let me in.”

  “Fuck off, Eli. I’ll get there when I get there.”

  As usual, he ignores everything I say. “And bring food. I’m starving.”

  He hangs up before I get the chance to hang up on him. Dammit. I seriously hate him. But at least I now have a new destination in mind.

  I head to Sushi Rito for a giant sushi burrito then eat it on my drive home. I might be willing to let that asshole stay with me for a few days, but I’m definitely not going to feed him when he’s being a dick.

  When I get home, Eli isn’t camped out on my doorstep like I expected. Thank god. Maybe he got bored and decided to find someone else to crash with. I open the door with a smile on my face until I see him sprawled on my couch with a bag of chips laying on his chest.

  “Are you breaking and entering now?”

  He spits crumbs all over himself when he tries to talk with a mouthful of chips. “Can’t help it if Mercy still has a thing for me.”

  Dammit, I forgot to warn Mercy that he was back in town. I grunt as I pass him and head straight to my bedroo
m to take off my shoes and bra so I can get comfortable.

  “What’s for dinner?” he calls out just as I’m slipping into a pair of sweats. Fucker.

  “Whatever the hell you get yourself for dinner. I already ate.”

  “I told you to bring me food.”

  I walk out to the couch and grab his feet, throwing them onto the floor so I can sit at the other end. “I don’t care what you told me. I don’t jump just because you’re hungry. If you had asked nicely, I might have considered getting you something too. But when you demand shit, you get shit.”

  He rolls his eyes and flips the channel on the TV just as a commercial comes on.

  “You know, you can fast-forward through commercials now. It’s some new-fangled technology from the turn of the century.”

  “Thanks, but this annoys you more.”

  “Have fun eating ketchup and stale bread for dinner.” I’m almost pissed at myself for having a full pantry of food at the moment. I wish ketchup and stale bread were his only options, but if he thinks that’s all I have, maybe he won’t bother looking.

  He shakes the bag of chips he’s devouring. “Nice try, sis, but I already found your food. I just didn’t want to make anything. But I will if you’re gonna be all bitchy about me being here.”

  “Why are you here, Eli? I haven’t seen you in over a year.”

  “Can’t a guy come visit his sister without all these questions?”

  A normal guy probably can. But Eli isn’t a normal guy. “No. Because you only see me when you need something, and at the moment, I’ve got nothing to give. I’m broke. So, I hope you aren’t here for money.”

  “How can you be broke? Rick makes good money. I’ll borrow it from him.”

  I bark out a laugh. “You’re a little late, dude. That asshole has been gone for months. He left me with a pile of bills and back rent to pay, so you’re shit outta luck.”

  Eli sits up straighter and rests his bent elbows on his thighs then clasps his hands together. He looks at me with the most serious expression I’ve seen from him since, well…ever. “You really don’t have anything? No savings I can tap into?”