by Force, Marie
Since I’m so close to him, I hear him swallow hard before he gives a small shake of his head.
“You want me to stop?”
“No,” he says through gritted teeth.
And victory is mine! I press my breasts to his back while I continue to drag my fingertips lightly over his steely length. Good God, he’s big and hard. My mouth waters at the thought of the one night he’s promised me. “Could I do this a different way?” I’m afraid of doing or saying anything that will take us out of this moment to remind him he wasn’t going to allow me to get close.
“What way?”
“This way.” I run my tongue over the outer shell of his ear, and his cock surges, getting even bigger and harder.
Did he just whimper? Knowing I’m getting to him makes me giddy.
“What do you say?”
He grabs the hand that’s stroking him, pulls it out of his pants and tugs me along behind him as we relocate to the sofa. Before he sits, I untie his sweats and watch as they slide down over his hips, hanging up on the rigid erection. I’m careful with him as I free his sweats to reveal his badly bruised appendage. Maybe this isn’t such a great idea.
“Emmett…”
“If you stop now, I’ll never forgive you.” His voice is hoarse and sexy, his instructions clear.
I grab a pillow off the sofa and drop to my knees in front of him, using the pillow as a cushion. After seeing the bruises, I’m almost afraid to touch him. The worst of it is about halfway down, so I focus my attention on the wide crown, dabbing my tongue into the tip.
He sucks in a sharp deep breath.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I run my tongue around in circles, going with gentle over seductive, or at least that’s the goal. Judging by the way he gets bigger and harder, the seduction is happening despite my intentions.
His fingers sink into my hair, grasping my skull in his grip.
I take more of him into my mouth. There’s a lot to work with between the top and the bruised area, so I take as much as I can until the tip bumps up against my throat. I flip my eyes up to gauge how he’s doing and find him watching me intently. Our gazes collide, and the feeling that whips through me is like a wildfire of need and want and something else altogether, something I’ve never experienced before. Not like this anyway.
Unnerved by it, I lower my gaze to focus on his rippling abs. I’ve never been with a guy who was in the kind of shape Emmett is in. Before him, washboard abs were something to be revered from afar. I pull back from his thick cock, stroking him with my tongue as I go, and shift my attention to those cut abs, making my licking fantasy a reality as I trace each muscle with the tip of my tongue while his cock pulses and leaks all over. I lick that up, too.
“Leah,” he gasps, tightening his grip on my hair. “Suck it.”
Hell yes, I’ll suck it. I give him what he wants—and what I want, too. I suck him hard and take him in as far as I can, controlling the urge to gag as my throat closes around the tip.
And then he’s coming, his entire body seizing from the powerful release.
I swallow every drop and then bring him back down with gentle strokes of my tongue.
When I venture a look at him, I find his eyes closed, his lips parted and his chest heaving from deep breaths.
“Well, it still works,” I announce when I can speak again.
This is very good news, indeed.
Chapter 6
I’m ruined, wrecked, demolished. Hottest fucking blow job of my life, hands down. I saw stars, actual stars, when I came. And the way her throat closed around my cock… Christ have mercy, I’m already getting hard again just from thinking about it. I realize my fingers are still tangled in her hair and release my tight hold. I hope I didn’t hurt her. I have all these thoughts before her comment registers. It still works. Thank God, it still works.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice sexy and gravelly after swallowing my load.
God, she’s hot, and it was probably a huge mistake to let her blow me, but hell if I can work up the wherewithal to regret it. “Yeah. You?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she says with a cat-that-swallowed-the-canary grin.
“Rather pleased with yourself, are you?”
“I did some good work here. Even you would have to admit that.”
“I’m more than happy to admit that your work was exceptional.” I caress her face with my finger, and watch her eyes go soft with affection that I’d intended to discourage. When did I begin to encourage rather than discourage? I still think it’s a huge mistake to get involved with her, so I force myself to sit up, to pull my pants up, to disengage while I still can, even as the thought occurs to me that a gentleman would return the favor.
I guess I’m not a gentleman right now, because I don’t dare touch her again out of fear of being unable to stop myself from fully gorging. Neither my dick, nor the rest of me for that matter, could handle a full-on Leah feast today, so that’ll have to wait. In the meantime, I’m content to know the equipment still works, and if the appetizer she served up this morning is any indication, I can look forward to a seriously hot night with her sometime in the near future.
And then things can get back to normal, when she was just a coworker and an occasionally bothersome fly buzzing around my head, driving me crazy. That I could handle. This… I don’t know what to do with the weird feelings of tenderness and desire she arouses in me. I didn’t expect to care about her the way I do. Enough of that. We’re about one night and one night only.
Before I can tell her it’s time for her to go, she says, “I have a legal question for you.”
Oh for Christ’s sake. Seriously? “How can you have any legal questions left after bothering me with them on a daily basis for weeks?”
“This is for real.”
I love that she basically admits the others were bogus. Like I didn’t already know that. “Fine. What’ve you got?”
She tells me about a guy she dated in New York and her missing original copy of Abbey Road.
“How could you let someone you barely know borrow something so priceless?”
“Don’t chastise me, Counselor. Tell me how I can get it back.”
“Text me his name and address. I’ll write a letter that’ll scare the legal fuck out of him and get it back to you within seven days.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes dancing with happiness. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes, Leah,” I say, sighing as I so often do when she’s around. “I’d do that for you.”
“Thank you so much.” She kisses my cheek, and a strange feeling of rightness comes over me that I immediately push aside. I don’t want to feel rightness with her. I just want to fuck her and be done with the madness that comes with her. “I should, um, get to work.” I don’t really have to work today, but as I never let a day go by without at least checking in, I have to do that much.
She stands, runs her fingers through her hair to straighten it after I messed it up, bends to retrieve the pillow she put on the floor and tosses it onto the sofa.
I’ll never look at that pillow the same way again.
She wraps her unfinished breakfast sandwich, puts it back in the bag and picks up her coffee. “I’ll check on you later.”
“Leah.”
At the door, she turns back, raising a brow. “Yes?”
“Thank you, for, um, you know… Helping me out.”
She flashes a shit-eating grin. “It was a pleasure, Emmett. An absolute pleasure.”
Oh, she’s a brat. I’m dying to fuck that sass right out of her, but that’s going to have to wait until the equipment is fully healed. She disappears out the door, which closes behind her.
I’m still staring at the door thinking about that epic blow job when my cell phone rings a few minutes later. I take the call from Kristian.
“Hey,” he says, “sorry that took so long. Logan forgot his homework and realized it when we were halfway
to school.” I can tell he’s on the Bluetooth by the echo I hear on the line.
Kristian’s new life as a family man amuses me, but whenever Aileen and her kids are around, I can’t deny that he seems happier than I’ve ever seen him. “What do you do about that?”
“Turn around and race home and barely get them to school on time.”
“Sounds like a fun way to start the day.”
“Gets the blood pumping.”
The expression takes me right back to how I got my own blood pumping this morning and the reason why I need to talk to him.
“So what’s up?” he asks.
“Are you by yourself?” Sometimes he and Aileen drive to work together, and I don’t want her to hear what I have to say to him.
“Yep. Aileen has a doctor’s appointment this morning.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask, immediately alarmed. She’s been doing great after a bout with breast cancer before she moved to LA earlier in the summer. I hold my breath, hoping there’s not a problem.
“It’s a routine check.”
“Does that freak you out?”
“Every fucking time,” he says with a sigh. “But she tells me there’s nothing to worry about, and I try to take my lead from her. We’ve got four more years of this before she hits the five-year mark and they consider her in remission.”
“I can’t imagine how stressful that has to be for both of you.”
“I try not to think about it. Most days, that works until she has to go to the doctor and the stress overwhelms me.”
“I’m sorry you’re dealing with that.”
“It’s a small price to pay for everything else we have together.”
“That’s a good way to look at it.”
“It’s the only way I can bear to think about the fact that she had cancer not that long ago and it could still come back and take her from me.”
Listening to him, I feel stupid about thinking the situation with Leah presents any kind of “problem.” When stacked up against what he’s dealing with, it barely registers. “Anyway, enough of that. What did you want to talk about?”
“It’s so trivial, I feel stupid even mentioning it.” But after what happened this morning and the one night I promised her, I have to disclose this to him or risk my job, which I would never do.
“I’m intrigued,” he says.
“So it seems that I might be… Something is happening…”
“Whoa,” he says, laughing. “Whatever this is has the supremely composed Emmett Burke stammering. This ought to be good. Spill it.”
It makes me so fucking mad that the thought of her has me stammering. “Leah.”
“Oh damn. What about her?”
“We… She’s decided she wants, well…” God, this is so dumb. I feel like I’m back in high school trying not to get caught nailing the girl next door while my grandmother slept upstairs. I spent more nights at her home than at my own as a kid, and the old girl slept like a dead woman, thank goodness.
Kristian busts up laughing. “She’s set her sights on you, has she?”
“You could say that.” I clear my throat and force myself to put it out there so we can never talk about this again. “Based on the fraternization policy, I’m required to clear anything like this with you, so that’s what I’m doing. Clearing it with you.”
“Your own words are coming back to bite you in the ass, are they?”
It’s not lost on me that I was the one who insisted Quantum needed a fraternization policy. So yes, my own fucking efficiency is to blame for this hideously awkward conversation with my boss and friend. “Are you enjoying this?” I ask him, sounding testier than I mean to.
“Maybe a little,” he says, laughing. “I’ll have to run this past the other partners to make sure it’s okay.”
“Seriously?” My voice is higher than a prepubescent middle schooler.
“Nah, I’m just busting your balls. Oh, wait, Connor already did that.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know.” He’s dying laughing, but I’d rather he laugh at me than panic over Aileen’s health. When he recovers the ability to speak, he says, “You know I trust your judgment on all things, Emmett, including fraternizing with Leah, but I just wonder… Ah, hell, it’s none of my business.”
“What do you wonder?”
“If you’re willing to go all the way with her.”
In our world, “all the way” doesn’t mean intercourse. It means BDSM, full-on domination. “No plans for that. It’s going to be one and done. No big deal.”
“One and done? How exactly does that work?”
“She wants to fool around. I don’t want it to be anything more than that, so I told her we can do it once.”
He loses it laughing again. “You really think that’s going to happen?”
“Yes, I really do.”
“Let me tell you something I know for certain—if you’re actually bothering to talk to me about this, it’s already more than one and done.”
“That’s not true! I’m obligated, by company policy, to inform you of this.”
“Fuck the employee manual, Emmett. You know what I’m saying is true. If you weren’t interested in her, you never would’ve mentioned this to me.”
“I’m not interested in her. She drives me batshit crazy.”
“That’s the way love is. One minute you want to fuck her, the next minute you’re buying a house with a white-picket fence.”
“Love? Who in the fuck said anything about love? I’m talking about one night of sex, Kristian, and you’ve succeeded in making me sorry I ever mentioned it.”
“Ask Hayden, Flynn and Jasper what happened after one night of sex with Addie, Nat and Ellie. Hell, after one night with Aileen, I wanted to sign over everything I owned to her and marry her right away so there’d be no way I could ever fuck it up badly enough to lose her.”
His warnings make me feel panicky that something major has already changed in my life, without my permission, and there’s no going back to the way things were before. Fucking hell. “That’s not going to happen to me and Leah. We aren’t about that.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he says, laughing again.
“Glad I was able to entertain you this morning.”
“You really did.”
“You’re the worst boss I’ve ever had.”
“I’m the only boss you’ve ever had.” Flynn and Hayden don’t count. We’ve been too close for too long for them to effectively “boss” me, although they try from time to time.
“And you suck.”
That sets him off again.
“Don’t go blabbing this to the others. I mean it, Kris. I don’t want it all over the office. I have a job to do for you, and I can’t do it if everyone is talking about me banging one of the admins.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“They’d better be, or I’ll sue your ass.”
“Oh please. You will not sue me.”
“If you tell anyone about this, I will sue you.”
“I’m not going to say anything about it, but how do you plan to make sure the other party in your new relationship keeps it quiet?”
That sends a bolt of fear straight to my gut. I’ll text her as soon as I end this conversation from hell with Kristian to remind her to keep her mouth shut.
My doorbell rings, and I wonder if she’s come back. And why does my dick give a happy little jolt at the thought of her coming back? Probably because he liked the way the back of her throat felt wrapped around him. Don’t think about that! Right, as if that’s not going to be all I think about for the foreseeable future.
“I gotta go. Someone’s at the door.”
“Is it her?”
“Bye, Kris, and keep your mouth shut.”
“I’d tell you to do the same, but that would kind of defeat the purpose.”
I end the call to the sound of his laughter and open the door to the doorman, who is holding a huge
gift basket.
“Delivery for you, Mr. Burke.”
I take it from him. “Thanks, Jay.”
“Are you okay?” he asks, eyeing me with curiosity. I’ve known him a long time, played pickup basketball with him a few times.
“Yeah, why?”
“Not like you to be still at home at this hour on a workday, and now you got people sending you gifts.”
“I got a little injured last night, but I’m on the mend.”
“Oh damn. Glad you’re okay. Ring down if you need anything.”
“Will do.” I take good care of him and the other building staff at Christmas, so I don’t feel the need to tip him now. “Thanks for bringing it up.”
“No problem.”
I close the door and take the basket of cheese, crackers, wine and chocolate to the counter, where I retrieve the card. Mr. Emmett, we are sorry we hurt you by roughhousing in the pool. We hope you feel better soon. Love, Connor and Mason (and Annie, Hugh and Garrett).
Well, that was sweet of them. I dash off a text to Annie. Thanks for the basket. You didn’t have to do that. Feeling better today.
Thank goodness, she replies. I feel so bad for you, and Hugh feels even worse. She adds laughing and eggplant emojis.
Haha, that’s about the color of it.
OUCH. OMG. I wanted to kill them last night. I’m always telling them someone is going to get hurt when they play rough.
No worries and no permanent damage done, thankfully! They’re great kids. I love to play with them.
They’re great kids when they’re asleep! Hang in there! Whoops. Probably not the best thing I could say. More laughter emojis.
I crack up and reply with laughter emojis. I have a feeling the jokes about my injury are just beginning. I send the text to Leah reminding her to keep our “arrangement” private. She responds with one word: Duh. She makes me laugh when she’s not even here.
I take a call from a local number I don’t recognize. It’s the nurse from the urologist who treated me last night, checking to see how I’m doing.
“I’m okay.”
“How’s the pain?”
“Better than it was.”
“That’s good news. He’d like to see you tomorrow in the office for a follow-up. Can you do two thirty?”
