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41. Emmett

I walked ahead of her, opened the door to my room with my fingerprint, and headed straight for the liquor cabinet. Grabbing the decanter filled with old whiskey, I poured out a generous measure, lifted it to my lips, and took a whiff of its smoky scent of burnt leather and wood. The burn of the liquid as it slid down my throat was most welcome. It seemed to restore a sense of ease and control back to me. I turned around to give my attention to the stranger I’d brought into my most private space. Until now, other than the staff who clean and refill stuff, no one had been allowed into this place. She was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, her arms wrapped protectively around her waist as her eyes roved around my room. I shouldn’t have brought her here, but here we are. This means I was damn well going to do my fantasy justice and fuck her through the night on that white fluffy rug of mine. “Take your clothes off.” I turned

42. Amber

AMBER’S POV . “Lie down,” he ordered as he lowered himself to the rug. I obeyed, and he kneeled beside me and moved closer until his groin was poised over the side of my face. I licked my lips in uncontrollable anticipation of what was to come. His hand slid into his briefs. His cock was pulled out and I couldn’t help staring at the angry monster as it throbbed and pulsed in his hand. Before he could even lean towards me, I had already lifted my weight onto my elbows and parted my lips to capture the wide head. Whatever he had wanted to say died in his throat as let out a raspy groan at the contact. My hands curled around his hips, and I pulled him forward so that my back could softly rest against the fur while I sucked him hard. I tried to keep my eyes open. However, the deep rhythmic hollowing of my cheeks as I milked the first small spurt of cum out of him had me intoxicated. With one hand closed around the base of h

43. Amber

I closed my hands around the slightly curved length, gently and almost apologetically for the neglect, and then once again took him in my mouth, my lips hollowed to pull him deep, all the way to the back of my throat. I had never had a man this deep before, and I was afraid I was going to spoil it all by gagging, but to my surprise, I didn’t gag. It felt so good having him so deep in my mouth. His heady scent filled my nostrils and I couldn’t stop. “Fuck,” I heard him swear. My tongue flicked out and licked hungrily along the damp flesh. With my hand at the root, I began to fist him as my lips sucked feverishly on the head. His hips bucked, his hands searching and finding their way to my hair. I relished the tight tug because, more than anything; it relayed the effect that my teasing was having on him. “Faster,” he growled. I obliged him. As he pumped his cock into my mouth, I met every thrust with a tighter, deeper h

44. Amber

I shut everything else out. How was I able to do that? I had no idea. I was like a fish out of water. Not gasping for air, but for him. I wanted more of him, more sensation, more friction. As I edged closer to my release, I swore and thrashed in his arms, but instead of letting me come, he slowed his pace. Again and again, he did that. His hips worked on me and my pussy with a level of expertise and familiarity that left me shaken and battered. My vision blurred despite being wide open as I stared up at the ceiling. "Emmett, please, let me come," I breathed, gasping as the head of his cock stroked that elusive spot inside of me. "Fuck." he growled, as if he had been holding himself back until that moment. His hips bucked and so did mine as I shattered into a million tiny pieces. He kept fucking me; his motions, although jerky, were relentless. Now I understand why it was important that we only do this for three weeks.

45. Emmett

EMMETT’S POV . After taking a shower and dressing up, I settled at the desk in my room and tried to work, but I just couldn’t concentrate. I kept glancing at the white rug and imagining the things we did on it last night. Then I replayed the events of this morning. Why did I register Amber's fingerprint in my security system? Am I gradually running mad? Suddenly, the thought of visiting the laundry room came to my mind. It'd never crossed my mind to go to that room before now. In fact, I’ve only been there twice since I bought this house. Why is she doing her laundry anyway? Rose can do that. Convincing myself that It was necessary to explain that to Amber, I strolled out of my room and got to the living room first. A look through the living room window showed that it was snowing steadily. Strange, how different everything felt. The fact that I’m even in this house at this time of the year is the strangest of

46. Amber

AMBER'S POV . What the hell was I doing? What type of story would I tell a man like Emmett to keep him entertained? I'm not a storyteller. However, I'm willing to try absurd things to get him to stay around me for a bit because, from the moment he walked into the laundry room, I lost the ability to think with my brain. My sex had begun pulsing, wet with arousal, as though it recognized the person who had lavished it with attention the night before. And then there was the attire that he had on. He wore a luxurious but casual outfit, a black designer tee, and hip-hugging black pants that tempted me to undress him and explore every inch of his body. I'm not going to get anything done with this man in the same space with me. I wasn't thinking clearly when I asked him to stay. "I’m sorry. You don't have to stay if you don't want to." I said. He frowned. "I’m sorry," I apologized again. He cocked his head

47. Amber

The kiss this time around was needy and filthy, and I savored it with a desperation that had my head spinning. He nibbled and sucked at my lips and my tongue, making me moan hopelessly for him. By the time he pulled away, my lips were bruised and swollen. “Do you want more?” he rasped. I didn’t need to think. I knew the answer to that question and I repeated it over and over in my head. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I gasped. I jumped off the stool and fumbled at the button of his jeans. Yanking the zip down hurriedly, I reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock. It was as hard as a piece of rock. In moments, the entire head was sheathed with my lips. I lapped him up from the base to the root and then took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I felt so greedy. So greedy for his taste. For a while, he let me suck him. I sucked him as I had never sucked anyone before. Hungrily, as if I was devouring him. As

48. Amber

Living with Emmett has brought out a part of me I never knew existed. I’ve been in denial about the way I feel drawn to him since the day I set my eyes on him.The truth is; I want this man more than I’ve wanted anything in my life if I chose to be honest with myself. The past few days with him have been nothing but beautiful. I feel at peace having him around.Ever since we spent the night in his room, we’ve been sleeping together in my room or his own. Snuggling up to him, feeling his breath on my face, waking up in his arms. All of it made me happy and at peace. A strange feeling I’d never thought it would agree to.By Friday morning, I woke up to an empty bed. We slept off in my room, and I felt his presence at some point in the night, but I had no idea at what point he stepped out.‘What could his absence mean?’ my overthinking mind queried.Could this mean he wants to pull away from me? I pulled a robe over my night slip and went downstairs. I planned to st

49. Emmett

EMMETT’S POV.I pushed the door to my home office open and saw Kevin seated, waiting for me. “You couldn’t come find me?” I asked him, rounding off the other corner of my desk.If he didn’t come to the kitchen to find me, then whatever this little meeting is, would really be one hell of an important issue. Kevin shook his head. “I was in a hurry. Plus, I think it’s best we talk in the confines of your office.”I sat down and stared at him. “Privacy huh.” Resting my back on the armrest, I tipped my head at him. “Alright, let’s hear it.” There was silence from his end. For a few seconds, the both of us did absolutely nothing but stare at each other. Then Kevin opened his suit jacket and brought out a white envelope. He dropped it on my table with a concerned smile. “What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the envelope on my desk.“Open it.” He instructed.No one speaks to me like that. Not even my father. But I guess there was much more at stake

50. Amber

AMBER'S POV.I didn't see Emmett leave the house. But he made Wynne tell me he had an emergency and Rachel was coming to keep me company while he was away. That brought me some calm.I had just finished taking a shower when I heard Rachel's voice at the stairs yelling my name. "Oh, Lord." I murmured, imagining the endless chatter I was about to face. But I loved it anyway.A knock came on my room door, and immediately I called her in. Rachel bounced into my room. "Bestie!" She screamed so happily and made that favorite small dance of hers."Bestie!" I shouted back and wiggled my hips in an attempt to mimic her dance steps."Christ! you need more dance lessons." Rachel chuckled."I know, right?" I replied, giving her a hug. "I'm so happy you came.""I wouldn't miss the chance to see you for any reason in the world." We separated, and she took a seat on my bed. "You look happy today. Is there any reason for that?"“Hmmm, no." I shrugged. "I'm just happy to see you.""Yay!" she exclaime

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