Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Of course. I’d told her that after I got Emily’s last text to not get too close. Emily had noticed me talking to Riley. Is that why she’d up and disappeared from the party the other night? This hot and cold game she is playing with me is driving me insane.
“Thanks. Just let me know where she’s headed.” I’m guessing home. She stopped responding to my texts. Either she was being a brat to me, which is deserved, or she’d put her phone away while she hung out with this friend.
“Sir, I actually think she’s headed to your place.” I push back from my chair to stand up. It slams into the bookcase behind it. Not that I keep shit on it, so nothing falls off. I don’t keep anything around here but bare necessities. This place isn’t home. Wherever my forever starts with Emily will be my home.
“Are you sure?” I glance down at myself like a sixteen-year-old boy about to go on a date, wanting to make sure I look okay. I’m in jeans and a simple black shirt.
“Yeah, I’m more than sure.”
“All right.” I end the call quickly to call downstairs and tell them to not only let her in but to scan her through the private elevator.
I want to go down and meet her myself, but that would give away that I knew she was on her way here. I doublecheck my texts to see if she mentioned coming here, but there is only the last text I’d sent her. I want Emily to know that I haven’t been pushing her away, I've only been waiting, but I also don’t want to freak her the hell out because I’ve become some psycho stalker. This is a very fine line I’m walking right now.
Before I know it, I’m pacing in front of my entryway. What if this is it? Has she come to terms with what is happening between us? That it’s now time for us to be together. A knock sounds on my door finally. She barely gets one knock on the door and I’m swinging it open.
Her eyes widen in surprise, probably shocked at how fast I answered the door. Of course, she’s in that goddamn fucking uniform. This will be the last day she ever wears that thing unless it’s in the privacy of our own home.
“Baby girl, is everything okay?” I ask. She’s been avoiding me, and now here she is right in front of me.
“Yes.” The next thing I know, she’s in my arms. Her mouth is on mine. “You better be alone in here,” she says between kisses.
“Refer to this place as a fuck pad again and I’ll spank your ass.”
She licks her lips. “Can’t it be that for a little bit?”
My cock goes painfully hard. “I’m not going to fuck you our first time, Emily.”
“Then do whatever it is that you are going to do,” she challenges me. This girl is going to kill me. At least it will be a good death. My hands grip her ass under her skirt as I carry her back toward the master bedroom. I can’t wait another second to have her. I kiss her the whole way, needing to taste her. It’s been over a week. I had no idea someone could crave a taste this way.
When we make it to the bedroom, I put her on her feet before I sit on the bed. “Strip,” I order her.
“Seriously?” Her cheeks start to flush.
“Slowly,” I add. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jacked off to you in this uniform.” I undo my jeans and shift them down enough that I can free my cock. “Now I get to see it in person.”
“Chase,” she whispers my name so sweetly it makes my cock jerk in my hand.
“Don’t get shy on me now.” She licks her lips.
“You really touch yourself and think of me?” She pulls her top off. She’s got on a soft petal blue bra underneath.
“Every fucking day.”
“Lies.” She pulls at the zipper on the side of her skirt. It falls to her feet, revealing the matching panties. Holy fuck. I squeeze my cock hard so that I don’t come too soon. A strangled sound comes from deep in my throat. Her lips part as those eyes of hers widen again.
Good, maybe she’s starting to get what she does to me and the control she’s testing. “Why would I lie about fucking my hand to thoughts of you? I’ve had a lot of time to think of ways to fuck you. Where I could come on you.” She swallows, realizing she might have bitten off more than she could chew, but Emily is always up for a challenge.
She reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra, letting it hit the floor, leaving her only in her light blue panties, knee-high socks, and the sexy as hell little black boots that have a small heel with a buckle that goes over the top. She’s every man’s wet dream, and she’s all mine.