Chapter Twenty-Three
EMMETT
“This is your apartment?”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all. I was just afraid you were going to have, like, gold-plated floors I’d be afraid to scratch with my twenty-five dollar pumps.”
My shoulders relaxed, and I grinned. I still needed to work on not jumping to conclusions when she asked a question.
“It’s an easy way to weed out the people who are only into me for my money. If they scoff at the fact that I live in a 1,200 square foot condo with only one bathroom, they’re probably not here for me.”
“So, I passed the test?” she asked, rising onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck.
“You did.” I grasped her by the waist and leaned down to cover her jaw and neck with kisses.
She tilted her head to the side to give me better access. “I have always been a very good student.”
I continued kissing her neck, slowly maneuvering her toward my bedroom.
“Honestly, I’m relieved,” she said, allowing me to guide her through the doorway. “Rich people make me feel weird.”
I laughed, pulling away from her neck but leaving my hands on her waist. “I am rich, though, you do realize.”
She glanced around my bedroom. Dirty laundry spilled from the basket that I must have knocked over in my hurry to get out the door this morning.
“Billionaires,” she said wistfully, “they’re just like us.”
“Not all of us,” I said. “You should see Meg’s place. She has a penthouse downtown. The floors aren’t gold, but it does feel quite palatial.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t put it together sooner,” she said, her hands grazing down my chest, my abs before she clasped her fingers together at my lower back. “Since she lived in the dorms, it never even registered that she could be a Price Price.”
“Dad made us both live on campus freshman year. Said it builds character.”
He wasn’t wrong, either.
After years of boarding and prep school, it was humbling to be in the dorms like any other eighteen-year-old kid figuring out college.
It was nice to just feel normal that year.
I hadn’t bothered telling anyone who I was, and they didn’t seem inclined to dive too deep into my personal shit.
Wick and I ended up in the same building, and we built a solid group of friends.
When they saw our off-campus place the following year, shit kind of came out in the open.
“Seriously? You’re rich as fuck, and we’ve been drinking cheap beer out of plastic cups for the last year?”
Little did they know that becoming my friends despite a year of cheap beer and roughing it in dorms affirmed their friendship to me—for life.
They weren’t friends with me for my money; they liked me for me.
Which is why from sophomore year on, we never drank cheap beer again.
And we had some epic fucking parties and vacations on the Price dime.
Callie nodded in agreement. “He’s a smart man, your father.”
“That he is. Now, can we please stop talking about him? Feels weird when my hard dick is this close to that perfect pussy.”
Her giggle turned into a moan as my mouth found hers, and we lost ourselves in the incredible sensations of just being together.
* * *
“What’s your shirt say?”
Callie yelped as my breath tickled her neck. I’d snuck up behind her in the office kitchen while she debated her Monday morning snack choice.
“You really need to stop doing that.”
I chuckled. “Sorry, baby.”
I spun her around by her shoulders and pulled the lapels of her jacket back to read, “Lady in the streets. Freak in the spreadsheets.”
“I’d have to disagree. I’d say you’re a freak in the streets, too.” I leaned down and brushed my lips over the soft skin of her neck.
“Emmett, please. Someone might see.”
“Then come with me.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward my office. We passed no one, but I sensed she was filled with a conflicted mix of lust-filled excitement and sheer panic.
Once we entered my office, I slammed the door behind us and pressed her against the wall, making sure she felt every inch of what she did to me.
Lady in the streets, my ass. This woman rode me like a demon, ground her pussy against me until she came, and sucked my cock like a fucking champ.
“On your knees, baby.”
“Here?” Callie squealed.
“What did you think was going to happen when you walked in here wearing that shirt? With those lips painted that sexy red. Need to see them wrapped around me right now, Cal.”
Her pupils blew out, and she licked her lips. My cock twitched against her stomach. The red on those lips didn’t budge. It never did, even when I shoved my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
“Now, Callie.”
“Whatever you need, Mr. Price.” The little vixen batted those thick, long eyelashes, staring up at me with a mixture of heat and affection.
She planted her palms on my chest and slowly slid her body down the wall.
I took a step back so she could settle on her knees.
She smiled up at me as she undid my belt, my zipper, then slid my pants and my underwear to my ankles at a torturous pace.
My cock sprang free from my boxer briefs like it was desperate to get to her mouth.
As soon as she’d lowered my pants, Callie swirled her tongue around my head and I had to lean forward to brace myself on the wall.
Fuck, I love her mouth.
She gripped me with one hand, her soft lips gliding up and down my rigid shaft, her tongue caressing every inch. With each bob of her head, she took me deeper into the velvety heat of her mouth, stoking the flames burning in my gut.
Her free hand roamed over my body, her nails grazing across my stomach before gripping my ass, urging me deeper. I obliged, thrusting eagerly as she hollowed her cheeks, the suction driving me wild. My guttural groans echoed off the office walls.
The sight of her, on her knees, that sinful mouth stretched obscenely around my cock, was almost too much to bear. I fisted my hands in her hair, losing myself in the rhythmic movement of her lips.
“Fuck, Callie! Your mouth feels incredible.”
She hummed in response. The vibration sent waves of pleasure surging through me, and I gripped her hair tighter. My hips jerked, pushing deeper into her mouth. She didn’t falter, relaxing her throat to take me fully.
“Jesus, baby.”
Her tongue rippled along the underside of my shaft as she picked up her pace. Her fingers dug into my ass, anchoring me to her as she devoured me. The wet sounds of her mouth mingled with my harsh pants and groans, the lewd combination making me impossibly harder.
I gazed down at her. Locks of her dark hair had escaped her low bun, framing her beautiful face in delicious disarray.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Take it all for me.”
Her eyes watered as she peered up at me through her lashes. It was enough to send me spiraling over the edge.
I twisted my hands in her hair as my release approached, the knotted tension in my belly becoming unbearable. She was relentless. I threw my head back with a bellow as I erupted, shooting hot spurts down her throat.
She swallowed it all, her throat constricting around me and milking me dry. I moaned as I watched her lap at my spent cock, cleaning me. The sight was delightfully obscene.
Fuck, I’m getting hard again.
When she finally released me with a lewd pop, I scooped her up and crushed our mouths together as I carried her across the room—a little clumsily because my pants were still around my ankles. She laughed against my lips.
“Hush, woman, while I make you come.”
I splayed her out across my desk, shoving her skirt up to bunch at her hips. She was already wet for me. I gripped the tops of her thighs, dragging a thumb across her soaked panties.
“You love sucking my cock, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut as my thumb pressed against her clit, circling slowly. She looked fucking beautiful like this. Relaxed, with her guard down.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. “Emmett, the door. Is it locked?”
I glanced over and chuckled. “Fuck, no. Hold on.”
Pants still restricting my movement, I waddled to the door to lock it. Callie slapped her hands over her face and groaned.
“That could have been so bad. What would people think if they saw me with my boss’s penis shoved down my throat?”
I made my way back to the desk. My girl still lay there—a little more rigidly now—covering her face with her palms.
“They would have taken one look at me and thought, ‘wow, she must be great at giving head.’”
Callie dropped her hands, but she did not look amused.
“Just relax, baby. Let me help you relax.” I kneeled at the end of my desk and pulled her by the hips, bringing her pussy to my face. “So fucking pretty.”
I stroked the flat of my tongue through her folds and up to her clit. As the tension left her body, I slung her legs over my shoulders and began to devour her delectable cunt.
“Oh, God, Emmett. I’m so close already.”
She came so easily for me. We had talked about it one night when she lay sated in my arms after three consecutive orgasms. She told me about Hugh. While I felt sick just thinking about her with another man, I knew this conversation was important to her.
So, I gritted my teeth while she explained that, when they first started dating, sex had been great.
Hugh had been the first person to give her an orgasm.
But in the last year or so of their relationship, he stopped putting in the effort, and she often found herself going to bed early so she could get herself off while he was busy playing video games.
That’s why every one of her orgasms felt like a gift—something only I could give her.
But it was more than physical. It was this connection we had that went beyond knowing what to do with your hands and fingers and tongue and cock.
I knew her body well now, but I also knew her mind, her heart, her soul.
I felt her body tense as she edged closer to her release. While my tongue and lips worked her clit, I slid two fingers into her dripping pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
This was my favorite part—watching her come. I pulled my mouth away and replaced it with the index and middle fingers of my other hand, rubbing fast circles into her hardened bud. Meanwhile, I continued plunging two fingers in and out, using every bit of coordination I had.
It’s like a pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time kind of situation.
I shook my head at the random thought and refocused my attention on the beauty before me. She looked ready to detonate.
Seconds later, she was screaming my name, muffling her cries with her hand. Her back arched off my desk as I continued to fuck her with my fingers, wringing every last bit of pleasure from her perfect body.
She came down from the high of her orgasm and looked up at me.
I kissed her lips tenderly. “Need to fuck you now.”
“But it hasn’t been twelve-to-eighteen hours.”
I grabbed her hand and forced it to my rock-hard dick. “Does it feel like I need another twelve hours?”
Callie’s eyes darkened, and she started stroking me.
I sucked my breath through my teeth and flipped her onto her stomach. Her feet settled on the floor, leaving her upper body pressed into the desk. Gripping her hair in a tight fist, I shoved into her in one brutal thrust that had us both cursing.
I fucked her hard against my desk, just like I had pictured that very first day.
When we emerged from my office shortly after, Callie was still smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt. And despite my best efforts to tame my hair, I looked rumpled and freshly fucked.
Callie’s face turned ghostly white when she saw Gene striding down the hallway toward us. I nudged her toward the intersection that led to the staff cubicles.
“I’ll catch up with you in a sec.”
She nodded, lips set in a grim line.
I paused at that spot in the hallway. Straight ahead stood a miserable excuse for a sixty-three-year-old man. His wife had left him because he put the job first and her second, or third, or fourth—I wasn’t sure. And he took his misery out on those around him.
Before Callie showed up in my life again, I’d feared I was headed down the path to becoming Gene. Bitter and resentful toward the women who had burned me, throwing myself into work to fill a gaping hole that no job could ever satisfy.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and smiled at the thought.
I knew where I wanted things to go with Callie, but nothing was guaranteed.
Regardless of how things ended between us, I was grateful that she had reminded me of who I was.
I, too, had ambitions. I was determined to transform this company into something amazing that would embrace the way our society was changing.
We couldn’t afford stagnation; we needed to be in tune with the culture of new generations.
And I wanted us to focus on projects that would help people.
That would be the legacy I would leave.
Now only a few feet away, Gene sneered at me. “Better be careful, boy. We don’t need another one of your scandals. Why don’t you try keeping your dick in your pants for once?”
Let the dickhead say what he wanted. The mess with Heather was over—settled out of court and put to bed. And I didn’t have a single doubt about placing my trust in Callie.
“Maybe you just need to get laid, Gene. All work and no play makes for a prickly president.”
He shot me a withering glare. “I came to tell you the next board meeting is scheduled for June 10. Be prepared to present your proposal for the community development.” He spun on his heel and stormed down the hallway toward the elevators.
“That could have been an email, Gene!” I shouted after him, grin still firmly in place.
I can’t wait to fire him someday.