Rascal (Rascals Book 1)(30)

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his voice husky and deep.

I was slick for him. Emerson dragged his thumb along the edge of my thong, pulling it aside. I spread my legs, giving him full access as he kissed the inside of my knee, the inside of my thigh, and then against me in one delicious stroke.

“Oh! Oh my God,” I moaned as he licked me.

He felt good. So damn good.

But then he stopped. I sat up, feeling taut with anticipation. Glancing down revealed that Emerson was staring at my crotch.

“Were you afraid I’d lose my way?” he asked, a playful smile on his face.

It was then I remembered the arrow that had been waxed on me down there. I

laughed. “You never know with some guys.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge.”

I couldn’t even respond, because within a second, his mouth was back on me, his tongue sweeping inside of me. Pleasure swept over me, overwhelming the sense of embarrassment I’d felt. Now all I could focus on was the pleasure. The sensations he was giving to me.

I needed something to hold onto, so I buried my fingers in Emerson’s hair. I held him tight against me as he tasted me, my fingers clenching as he stroked me with his tongue. He teased my clit, thrusting inside of me until I was moaning nonstop. Then he added a finger, slowly sliding it inside of me. Emerson fucked me with his finger, adding another as my hips began rolling and my breathing became nothing but panting. I was close.

He kissed me again. There. He tasted me as he used his fingers to draw pleasure out of me, and when my release came, I screamed, my hips thrusting forward as my body clenched around his fingers.

Oh. My. God.

As I came back down to earth, I heard bells. Echoing in my head. I thought it was just the result of the amazing orgasm, but after a moment, I realized that it was my phone. And that was my ringtone for work.

“Do you need to get that?” Emerson asked.

“No way,” I said breathlessly.

But Emerson stood and retrieved my purse for me. “I know it could be important,” he said, and he was right. I gave him an apologetic look as I answered.

“Where are you?” Lucinda demanded. “We’re all supposed to be at the office.”

“What happened?” I tried to clear my head, tried to focus on the call instead of all the delicious sensations that were still vibrating through my body.

“Laney’s ex just drained their shared bank account. We’ve got to file for a temporary restraining order and it’s all hands on deck. Now.” Then she hung up on me.

“Dammit,” I muttered, staring at my phone.

“Problems?” Emerson asked.

He was shirtless, and there was still a visible—and impressive—bulge in his pants, but he didn’t seem annoyed or frustrated. He seemed actually concerned.

I nodded, feeling frustrated myself.

“They need me to come into the office.”

I braced myself for the fight. For the argument that I had always gotten from my ex when I needed to work—when my work life had interfered with my personal one. But the fight didn’t come.

Instead, Emerson got his shirt off the floor and put it on. He gathered the rest of his clothes efficiently.

“I’m so sorry,” I told him, “I wish that I could stay. And finish what we keep getting started.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told me, leaning in to kiss me.

I could taste myself on his lips, and it made me want to stay even more.

“We’ll pick up again soon,” he promised, and then he was gone.





12





Alex





It was a long night in the office. Usually I could lose myself in work, but I had been unable to get Emerson out of my head. He was a major distraction from the case files strewn over the desk in front of me, but for the first time, I wasn’t feeling guilty about it. I wanted to see him. I wanted to finish what we had started.

Was there any way I could have both? Work and a guy like him? It seemed impossible, but then again, I’d never met a guy who seemed to understand why I worked as hard as I did. Emerson got it. He completely understood the drive I had, because he had it too. I wasn’t exactly sure where it had come from, because he obviously came from a way more comfortable background, but I still found his ambition sexy as hell.

We pulled an all-nighter getting the lawsuit ready to file, and when we were finally released from work the following morning, I headed home and fell straight into bed. When I woke up, I felt like I’d slept for days, but it was still early, only afternoon. I thought about texting Emerson, but then I heard the construction happening downstairs and realized that I could just as easily see him. So I headed downstairs, where it looked like everything was getting its final touches before the grand opening tomorrow night.

But Emerson was nowhere in sight. Instead, I found a guy I didn’t recognize screwing some cool iron shelving in place. He was tall and built, and looked like the kind of guy who built things with his bare hands. Dark hair and blue eyes, which he fixed on me when I entered.

Were all Emerson’s friends total hotties?

I made a mental note to bring Kelsey and Jenna by the bar as soon as it opened.

“Hi,” I said, raising a hand. “I’m Alex.”