16. Oliver
For the past three months, I’ve been pinching myself on a daily basis to convince myself that this is real.
Emily must be a sun goddess. Every part of our lives she’s touched is brighter now. When Audrey’s with her, they’re a supernova, too bright for mere mortals to comprehend.
I can’t count how many times I’ve thought that If I ever have a daughter, I’d want her to be just like Audrey. Assuming we don’t screw this up, there’s a good possibility we’ll get to have her as a step-daughter one day, especially if things keep going as well as they have been.
We’ve gone on picnics, had them over for mini barbecues and swimming, alternated houses for movie nights, and even managed to sneak a state away to have a day out at a zoo where we’d be less likely to be recognized.
Emily’s parents had joined us for that one. It was a little awkward after we broke the news that we were seeing each other. There were a lot of questions.
It didn’t last long, but that was partly because Audrey had woken up from her nap and dragged us all out the door. After seeing us all together, it didn’t take long for her mom to start referring to us as “her boys”.
I won’t forget what her dad said any time soon, either. He gave a long sigh and said, “Does this mean I’ll have to buy each of your jerseys? I just got my Figgis jersey broken in.” Everything got more comfortable after he said that.
It both warmed and broke my heart to see them interact as a family. Until I met Alexei, I didn’t even know that parents smiled at their children. Seeing Emily and her family hugging and teasing each other good-naturedly made my chest ache. Being included in all of it was more than I ever could have imagined.
That day was the first time I realized I wanted something permanent with Emily. She’s a wonderful mother, a doting daughter, and also made sure the three of us were included in every single family exploration station at the zoo. She even managed to bully Alexei into it. He enjoyed it too, even though he put on a show of fussing at the “walk like a gorilla” station. Even though we made sure to keep things platonic for Emily’s safety, it felt like we were a real family that day.
The stakes got higher for me after that, and I”m more determined than ever to keep her by my side. So here I am with a bag of takeout in my hand, standing in front of her office door as anxious as a teenager about to go on his first date.
Before I can knock, she opens the door smiling that dazzling smile. Her rich brown waves are neatly coiled into a knot at the top of her head. It was a practical look. It wasn’t meant to be sultry, but I can’t take my eyes off her delicate swan-like neck. I want to drop the bag of takeout, pin her against the door frame, and kiss her neck until she’s breathless and gasping. Instead, I go for a joke.
“Do you have a peephole in that door or something?” I tease. “How did you know I was here?”
She laughs and waves me inside. “They paged me. Didn’t you notice?”
“I was more preoccupied with getting to see your beautiful face,” I say once we’re hidden behind closed doors.
Emily rolls her eyes but gives me a pleased smile anyway.
“What’s in the bag?” she asks.
“I texted your mom. She said you forget to have lunch sometimes, and I thought I’d bring you something to eat,” I say, pushing the bag toward her.
“You are so sweet. I…” She hesitates, then shakes her head and smiles. “I’m really glad I have you.”
The bag crinkles as she opens it, but she frowns when she peeks inside.
“Is there something wrong? Your mom swore it was your favorite.”
My chest feels tight, and I shift uncomfortably in the chair across from hers.
“Well, I’d thought you were here to have lunch with me, but there’s only one wrap in here. Was this just a drop off? I was hoping to get to talk with you.” Emily picks nervously at her cuticles.
I intended for it just to be a drop off. There were a handful of errands I wanted to run, but her adorable pouty expression makes me throw all my plans out the window.
“Actually, I was thinking about having you.”
She blushes and involuntarily glances at her unlocked door.
I get up and lock it, but instead of heading back to my seat, I stand behind her chair. She moans softly as I start massaging her shoulders. Never before have I been so grateful to be in a place with no windows.
“Wait. No,” she says, rolling her chair away from me and glaring. “I made it perfectly clear that when you are here, you guys are my patients and nothing else.”
I lean down and place a hand on each arm of her chair, trapping her there.
Emily stares hard at her lap, refusing to meet my eyes.
I tip her chin up with a finger, making her look at me. “The thing is, Em, I’m the only one of us who’s not a patient of yours.”
Her lip trembles. “I… what if they hear?”
“I guess we’re going to have to find something to fill that mouth of yours, then, Kitten.” My voice is hoarse with desire.
Emily’s delicate fingers make quick work of my belt. My hands shake as she traces her tongue over the tip of my cock. She takes me into her mouth inch by excruciating inch.
“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” I growl.
She hums contentedly as she traces her tongue over me in the way she knows drives me insane. My legs shake and my hands tighten in her hair as she continues to tease me. I say her name, and she releases me with a pop.
“Well.” She grins up at me. “Are you going to take what you want or are you going to let me keep tormenting you? I’d hate to leave you like this when my lunch break ends.”
My head spins too fast for me to string two words together. I trace my thumb over her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth obediently.
I whisper her name like a prayer. “Emily.”
She moves my hand back to the side of her head and says, “Take me.”
I sink my fingers into her hair and fuck her perfect mouth. I know I’ll have teeth marks in my tongue from how hard I’m biting it to stay quiet, but it’s absolutely worth it. She is unbelievably perfect. My orgasm creeps closer, so I pull out of her mouth and drop to my knees before her, ready to worship my goddess.
I could kiss the person who invented scrubs because they slip right off her with little resistance. She gasps then immediately covers her mouth to muffle any noise she might make.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise and plant gentle kisses up her thighs.
My mouth finds her clit, and I don’t waste any time teasing her. I trace my tongue over her every way she likes, reveling in the taste of her. When she starts desperately rolling her hips against the chair, I slide two fingers into her tight, wet pussy. Her whole body trembles as she fights to keep silent as I fuck her hard and fast with my fingers. She comes spectacularly, and I immediately drop my mouth to her opening to taste every drop of it.
When her breathing gets closer to even, I thrust my tongue into her. My fingers pinch and tease at her clit, making her clench her thighs around my head as she draws closer to finishing. I throw her legs over my shoulders for a deeper angle, and she comes with a muffled scream. Before I can start winding her up again, she pushes me gently away.
“Please,” she begs. “We don’t have much time left, and I need…” Emily stops, suddenly shy.
“What is it, Kitten?” I ask gently.
“I need you,” she whispers. “Fuck me, Oliver McKenna. Fuck me until all I can think about is you.”
I lift her one-handed onto the desk and slide into her like we were made to fit each other. She locks her legs around my hips and digs her nails into my back as I thrust into her hard and fast.
I feel her center pulsing and clenching against me with every stroke. I’m not sure I’ll be able to last much longer with how good she feels.
“Oliver,” she gasps. “I’m so close, and I don’t think… I can’t… I’m not going to stay quiet.”
I grip the back of her head and press her face into my shoulder to help muffle any sound she might make.
“That’s it Kitten,” I murmur into her ear. “I need to feel you come around my cock. Be a good girl and let go.”
Her whole body tenses and shudders. She bites my shoulder hard as she comes, and that little bit of pain sends me over the edge. I have to press my lips hard against the side of her head to keep from crying out as my own orgasm rips through me.
I sink back into the chair because I can no longer stand, then I take her hand and tug her toward me.
“We need to clean up,” she protests.
“I know,” I sigh. “Just let me hold you for a minute first.”
I tuck her tightly into my chest right next to my heart where she belongs. Emily shifts slightly and presses a kiss to the place she bit my shoulder, and I’m dropped into a kaleidoscope of images.
A girl dancing on a table.
Too many pineapple upside-down shots.
The moon peeking over her shoulder as she rides me.
Biting my shoulder as we came together so she wouldn’t be heard, and that same apologetic kiss.
“The lake house,” I mutter to myself.
She turns into a statue in my arms.
“I knew you looked familiar when I found you on the hospital website. You were at the Warrens’ lake house party that night. You were the girl who fell off the table, weren’t you?” I ask.
Her face goes chalk-white and she nods.
Fear coils at the bottom of my stomach. Did she regret that night?
I need to know so I can fix it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
“When you showed up with Alexei to his appointment, I was just so anxious that you remembered me and that things would get awkward and messy,” she answers in a voice so soft I almost can’t hear it, “but you didn’t recognize me at all. I wasn’t sure how or when to tell you or if you even remembered at all, and I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of stalker. Then all of this happened” —she gestures between us— “and there just never seemed to be a right time.”
I speak to her in the same tone I used on my childhood horse when he got anxious. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m not upset and I don’t think you’re a stalker. I suddenly showed up at your workplace, not the other way around. If anyone’s the creep, it’s me.” I laugh softly. “Besides, ‘Do you remember drunkenly fucking at a party several years ago’ isn’t exactly something that comes up naturally. We were both pretty trashed that night, and I didn’t remember until you kissed my shoulder just now. It’s really not a big deal, I promise.”
She buries her head in my shoulder, and I feel a few tears drop onto my skin.
“You don’t understand.” She sniffles. “It is a big deal.”
This is not what I expected. A couple of laughs. Maybe we’d trade awkward morning after stories, but tears? What did I do to her?
I stroke her hair. “Emily, whatever it is, just tell me. Help me understand.”
She pulls away and takes a shaky breath, but before Emily is able to say anything, my phone rings.
I reach across the desk and grab my phone. When I see who it is, I groan.
“I’m so sorry. I have to take this.” I press a brief kiss to her temple, “Emily, whatever it is, I promise we’ll talk about it, but I’m sure it’s not as big of a deal as you’re worried it is.”
“Yes?” I ask, answering the phone.
“Where are you? How close are you to the office? When can you get here? Are you wearing something nice? Can you change if you’re not?” she asks in rapid succession.
I take a second to process all the questions before I answer.
While I’m thinking, Emily starts rummaging around her desk drawer. I smile gratefully as she hands me a few wet wipes and turn the chair to give us both a little privacy.
“Oliver, are you planning to answer my questions?” Liza presses insistently.
I swear she and my mother could be twins.
“Hospital. No more than ten minutes away. Casual but nice. No, I will not be changing my clothes,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Why are you there? Are you hurt? Do you need me there?” she squawks like an agitated hen.
It’s easier to just give her the information she wants. “Lunch with a friend. No, and no.”
“Who is she?” she asks.
“That’s a big assumption you’re making there, and who I have lunch with is a personal matter, not an agent manner,” I say, failing to keep the annoyance out of my voice. “What did you call me for?”
“That advertising executive who was supposed to be flying in tomorrow caught an earlier flight and is insisting we meet today. You need to get over here as soon as possible.”
“Shit.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Is he already there?”
“He’s close,” she answers then adds slyly, “Maybe you can bring your hospital girl with you. Those athleisure people always bring the good bribes—I mean gift bags. I’m sure she’d love one.”
“She has a job, Liza. She can’t exactly go gallivanting off whenever I snap my fingers,” I say, frustrated.
“So it is a she. Interesting,” Liza says, oozing smugness. “Is it that same girl from the club?”
How does she always manage to weasel things out of me?
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I say then end the call.
I steal a quick kiss from Emily and dash out.
Everything is fine until I reach the parking garage. My sense of urgency turns into unease. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I feel a prickle run down my spine.
Then I hear it—the telltale click of a long-lens camera echoing across the empty garage.
Somehow, they figured out I was here, and if they know I’m here, it’s only a matter of time before they find Emily.