Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
She draped her arms over my shoulders and looked up at me. “You know, we’ve broke in damn near every room in our house, but we haven’t broken in any area of the shop yet.”
Drawing my head back, I acted like I was shocked. “Why, are you saying you want to have sex in the shop, Emme?”
She chewed on her lip before she took in a long, slow breath. “I’m saying I want you to fuck me in the shop.”
Growling, I pulled her against me as my cock instantly went hard. “Where?”
“Your office,” she whispered, motioning with her eyes to head back through the door that led to the office area and lobby.
I grabbed her hand and practically pulled her through the door, down the hallway, and to the last door on the right.
Once we stepped inside my office, I shut and locked the door just in case Hal really did decide to show up early.
Emmerson quickly started to pull off her shirt, and I grabbed her hands to stop her. “No. Don’t get undressed.”
She lifted one brow as she tried not to smile. I let my gaze take her in. She was wearing a long-sleeve white shirt that felt so fucking soft, I wanted to bury my face in it. Her tits looked stunning in it, and I could already see her nipples getting hard through the fabric.
My gaze went farther down, and I took in the curve-hugging black pencil skirt she had on. Fuck, I loved it when she wore skirts. The outfit was finished off with a pair of black heels. She had clearly been dressed up, thinking she would be meeting with Abby and Kurt.
I ran my hands down the sides of her body and bent until I reached the bottom of her skirt.
“You’re going to wrinkle my skirt, Landon,” Emmerson said in a breathy voice.
“You told me you wanted to be fucked, and fucked you shall be.”
Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. When I ran my finger over the lace of her panties, we both moaned.
“Landon!” she whimpered, pushing her hips toward me in a silent plea for more.
“I cannot wait to slip inside of you and feel how warm and wet you are, Emme.”
She moved her hands from my chest to my shoulders, anticipating my next move.
“I wish I had time to kiss this sweet pussy of yours.”
Emmerson dropped her head against the door and whispered, “Oh, God.”
I knew she liked it when I talked dirty to her. It wasn’t something I did all the time, but I loved the effect it had on her when I did bring it out.
Quickly unbuttoning my jeans, I pushed them down along with my boxers until my dick sprang out, hard and ready to work.
Emmerson reached down and took me in her hand, and I felt my entire body jerk when she lightly squeezed and stroked me.
“Fuck, Emme. You make me so damn hard for you.”
She licked her lips, and I knew she wanted to take me into her mouth, but she was the one who came here to be pleasured, and that was exactly what I was going to do.
I wrapped my hand around hers and, as much as I wanted her to keep going, pulled it away. I picked her up and pushed her back against the door as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
With one quick move, I sank deep inside of her, causing us both to suck in a breath.
I buried my face in her neck and breathed in her scent. She always smelled like sugar and vanilla, and fuck if I didn’t want to lick every inch of her body.
“Move, Landon. Please!” she said, tightening her thighs around me.
It didn’t take long for us to get lost in each other. When I was with Emmerson, inside of her, I was in heaven. Nothing and no one else mattered.
“Wait! Landon! Wait!”
I stopped moving and drew back to look at her. Both of us were panting as we fought to catch our breath.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, confused by the smile on her face that didn’t quite match the worry in her eyes.
“I want to tell you something.”
My mouth fell open. “Now? Emme, can’t it wait until after?”
She shook her head. “No. I need to say it now, or I won’t say it until I get the courage to say what I really want to say!”
“Um…okay. I think I understood that. What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything.”
She closed her eyes, and then blurted it out. “I want to have a baby.”
I could feel my face constrict in confusion. “I want to have a baby too.”
Her eyes snapped open, and I almost came simply from the sweet smile she gave me. “No, I mean, I want to stop taking my birth control. I want to start trying for a baby…now.”