My way

“Well?” I ask, waiting.

I tuck my cock back into my jeans and she rolls her eyes.

“I have to work late, and there’s some party across the street I have to go to. Some donors to the library are going to be there.” She walks up to me and puts her hands on my chest. “I’d rather be at home with my guys.”

“Then quit,” I say, but I can see that was the wrong answer.

She steps back, and suddenly the cold look from earlier is back. “It’s my job, Dylan. I can’t just quit. Besides, don’t you have something on your schedule to get to?”

Right when I open my mouth to respond, there’s a knock on the door.

“Emily? You in there? Sorry to bother you guys, but Mark has a question about a shipment,” Nancy says from the other side of the door.

I growl at the name. Mark. I didn’t get a chance to talk about him with Emily yet, and I can see I’m not about to get the opportunity.

“Yeah, be right out,” Emily says and then looks at me. Her eyes soften a little as she comes back into my arms. “We’ll talk about