Emma Myers Hot Novels & Stories

The thought of Emma’s ex in bed wasn’t the most appealing image to me, but if Emma enjoyed it… “Hey,” I said, raising my glass. “To each their own. Emma, I sincerely hope you find another fat, bald man to give you orgasms with his giant fingers.” My friends giggled. Emma turned to me then, directing the attention at the table to me. “What about you, Hannah? What's it like with Noah?” “He’s so hot, the bastard,” Amber sighed dreamily. Viona scoffed. “Too bad he’s such a jackass. Why is it always the hottest ones who are assholes?”

But Eries will only come out when she wants to, which may not be often. Eries is an entrepreneur and has many connections to the business world. Eries apparently owns her own condo unit, but she doesn't want to use it every time she returns to her personality. She also doesn't know anything about business at all compared to Eries. Even in baking, she doesn't remember that she is good at it. Aimee is innocent and carefree. She never harms anyone. Instead, she helps people.

Michael asks us and I shrug while Emma taps her finger on her chin. “Steam please,” she says and I nod. They open a door and we step inside and the heat hits me in the face and I start sweating almost immediately. “Oh my God, this is insane. I can almost feel all the toxins leave my body,” Emma says a few minutes in. “Okay, aren’t we going to talk about that outside?” I let out and she shrugs her shoulder. I stare at my best friend that is completely naked now while I am wrapped in a towel. “Emma, he called me Mrs. Hayes, which means that Wyatt told them that.” I let out.

To reassure her, I tell her, “Emma, ​​calm down, everything will pass. You just have to hold on a little longer.” I turn on the cold shower and get in with her, holding her in my arms. Emma shouts, “Why is it so hot? I’m burning!” She keeps trying to take off her clothes. I stroke her hair and a moan escapes her lips, which makes me paralyze, as she says: “The sparks, William, I can feel the sparks! Turn off this heat! You are mine!” She clings to me, trying to kiss my neck. Hermes tells her, “No, kitten. Only your mates can turn off that heat. You are not mine.”

Emma thought he was really, really hot. Dammit.

“For how much I plan to kick your ass, I think you’d better just call me Emma.” Emma takes me through a few warmup routines, most fairly familiar to me. Seemingly impressed, she calls me onto the mat to spar. The first few minutes, her face is one of frustration and focus as she adapts to my fighting style that she clearly was not expecting. Slowly though, her smile grows, like she’s really enjoying herself. Eventually, I dodge too slowly, and Emma takes me down, pinning me beneath her on the mat. “I was wrong,” she shares through her labored breaths. “There’s something hotter than a beautiful female smelling like she recently orgasmed. And it’s a beautiful female who can get my heart racing

I wanted to scream that he belonged to me—that his taste was still on my tongue. "You okay, Em?" Ryan asked quietly. He was watching me, his head tilted slightly to the side. He hadn't missed the way I’d tensed when Luca spoke. "Just a bit warm in here," I lied, my voice thin. "I'll get us some fresh drinks," Tyler volunteered, standing up. "Emma, you want the usual?" "Please," I whispered. As Tyler walked toward the bar, Sophie leaned across the table, her eyes locked on mine. "So, Emma. Tell us. What does a girl like you do for fun when Tyler isn't around to hold your hand? Or is your life as curated as your I*******m?"

A lady stepped forward, offering flowers to Tyler with a flirty smile, her buttons flying open exposing her boobs. One thing people fail to understand about Tyler was that, although he loves the attention his smiles and charms gets him, he detest ladies that step out of the line in the corporate world just to please him. "What's your name sweetheart?" Tyler asked, smiling. "It's Amelia, Alpha!" She grinned excitedly, glad to have been noticed by him. I snorted, she was really dumb if she thinks Tyler would ever go for her. Has she seen Ember? "You know what I hate the most, Amelia?"

Emmy snaps out of her stupor and grabs a few items for our sisters. “You seriously thought we were just going to sit pretty in Emmy’s boring-ass apartment while all the fun is happening out here?” Amy asks with her know-it-all attitude. She casually slips on a long t-shirt, not caring about her nudity, while Pearl and Saph try to conceal themselves a little more from Richard. Richard is trying his best to hide his nudity too. I notice Amy’s eyes trailing over his body, and I grab her chin, so she looks me in the eyes.

Emma arched slightly, whispering, "Touch me baby... just like this." Alex's hand slipped inside, fingers moving over Emma's panties, feeling the damp warmth seeping through the fabric. She rubbed in gentle circles over the cotton, pressing against Emma's clit until it swelled under the touch. Emma moaned softly, her hand mirroring the path, dipping into Alex's waistband to stroke her slick folds, parting them tenderly to circle her entrance.