Rascal (Rascals Book 1)(24)

I knew that Rascals may crash and burn, but wasn’t it worth the shot? To put my own effort into something, with my friends; work hard to get ahead, instead of taking a promotion somewhere based on my name. My father liked to act like this bar idea was just that: some boyish whim I decided on out of thin air, but the truth was I’d been planning this for almost seven years now. I’d paid my dues, bartending through college and spending the past few years working my way up the management side at the hottest bars and clubs around the city. I asked questions, went the extra mile, and soaked up every last piece of info I could get my hands on. And now, I was getting to put it all into action. Do things my way, instead of following blindly in his footsteps.

And damn, he hated that.

I was practically vibrating with adrenaline and frustration by the time I got back to the bar. Chase was there, supervising the remaining contractors, and I was about to shout for him to grab me a drink when I noticed that we had a customer.

Alex was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer of her own.

She hadn’t noticed me yet, her head bent over a pile of paperwork. It looked as if she had come straight from work—with her hair in a tight bun at the base of her neck, dressed in a simple black suit and heels. Nothing special about any of it, except for the woman herself.

Lust roared through me, and without thinking, I stalked over to the bar and grabbed her hand. She started at my touch, relaxing immediately when she saw it was me.

“Emerson!” Her eyes were wide, her lips parted in surprise.

“Come with me,” I told her, practically pulling her off of the stool.

She followed me without hesitation as I led her to my office, slamming the door shut behind us and flipping the lock.

“Emerson, what is going on?” Alex asked, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Are you OK?”

“I will be,” I told her, and then took her face in my hands and kissed her. Hard.

Yes.

She responded immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck. I groaned against her lips, gratified for her eager response. I deepened the kiss, tasting beer on her tongue as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She let out a soft moan, her hands clutching my shirt, her hips pressed against mine.

I slid my own hands down from her face to her shoulders and then lower still. I grabbed her ass, pulling her against my hard cock, wanting to show her exactly how much I wanted her. How much I needed her.

Because that’s exactly what I needed right now. To completely lose myself in Alex’s gorgeous mouth. Her perfect body.

“Tell me to stop,” I growled, fumbling with the buttons on her jacket.

“Not a chance.” She nipped at my ear, shrugging her jacket off her shoulders once I had gotten it free.

I groaned as I dragged my hands up to cup her breasts, feeling the lace of her bra through the thin silk of her shirt. Her nipples were hard against the fabric, and I wanted so badly to take them in my mouth.

But the tiny little buttons on her blouse were proving impossible, even for my practiced hands. Thankfully, Alex batted my fingers away and made quick work of the shirt, which was tossed to the other end of the room, revealing her in all her black-laced glory.

“Fuck,” I swore, staring at the gorgeous tits that were now on display, her rosy pink nipples poking through the thin lace.

I dragged my thumbs over them, gratified by the way that Alex bit her lip and arched into my hands. Unable to help myself, I reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp, letting the bra fall away. Then it was my hands on her bare skin. Like silk.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I licked my own lips before I lowered my head to take her nipple into my mouth.

“Emerson,” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair as I dragged my teeth over her taut skin. I loved the sound of my name on her lips.

I backed her up against my desk, pausing only to sweep aside some paperwork and lift her so her gorgeous ass was perched on the end of the desk. Then, I cupped her breasts, lifting them to my mouth as I teased and sucked her.

She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles behind my legs as she rolled her hips against mine, her skirt bunched up between us.

I wanted to touch her. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I dragged my hand down her stomach and then over the skirt that was rolled up around her hips. Sliding my hand beneath the hem, I inched my way up the inside of her thigh as she strained against me, her mouth hot on mine.

When I touched her, she arched forward. I could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her thong. She was wet. I was hard. Incredibly hard. And yet, all I cared about was her pleasure. I wanted to see her come.

I traced my finger along the waistband of her thong before slipping my hand inside. She sighed against my mouth as I dragged my thumb against her clit. She was so hot and so responsive that I almost came in my pants.

She was panting now as I touched her, my fingers wet from her. I slipped one finger inside and then two, thrusting slowly, imagining how good it would feel to have my cock inside of her. She was tight, and she rolled her hips as I pumped her with my fingers.

“Yes,” she moaned against my mouth. “Yes, yes, yes. Right there.”

I pressed my thumb hard against her clit and she came, clenching around my fingers, her cries swallowed by my mouth.





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