Chapter Twenty Gavin
Chapter Twenty
Gavin
“I shouldn’t be surprised you’re at this game, considering you own the team .
. . but I am.” Emily’s back was against the wall of the elevator, her hands on my chest, her face pointed up at me.
“Maybe I’m more surprised that I agreed to meet you mid-game, knowing I’m going to return to your grandmother looking freshly fucked. ”
I chuckled. “I can stop the elevator. Take you back upstairs. Return you not freshly fucked.” My lips went to her neck despite the offer I’d just made.
I needed a taste, regardless of what she decided.
“And not have you ravage me? Hell no. That’s not an option.”
“Good choice.” I kissed around the curve of her collarbone, the flavor of her skin something I now constantly craved, and pulled away just as the door opened.
“Where are you taking me? And if you say it’s a surprise, so help me God—”
“An office. With a door that locks.”
I linked our fingers and brought her into the hallway on the ground floor of the arena, a place that was extremely busy, considering it was the middle of a game and we were on the same level as the ice, the locker rooms, the training room, the workout room, and all the other team facilities.
“I’m grateful we’re not in the owner’s suite.” She snorted. It was so fucking cute. “I really thought that’s where you were going to ask me to meet you. That you had a fantasy of having me and the game at the same time.”
“I thought about it.”
She squeezed my hand. “You did?”
I laughed. “And become a meme that will forever live on social media, fuck no.” I glanced over my shoulder to look at her. “And let everyone in the arena see your body, also fuck no.”
She smiled.
I pulled a set of keys out of my pocket and slowed as we reached the door. This was an office for the executive-level staff of Worthington Enterprises when meetings needed to be conducted here. Since none of those would be happening tonight, we were safe.
“Do you know why I won’t let them see your body?” The moment I had her through the door, I flipped on the light, twisted the lock behind us, and pressed her back against it.
“Why?”
“Because it’s mine.” An admission that shocked me a little as it came out of my mouth—a mouth that went straight to hers to confirm what I’d just said.
I grasped her waist, unhooking the button of her jeans, lowering her zipper, along with her panties, letting it all fall to her ankles. Without my lips ever leaving hers, she slipped off her shoes and stepped out of her pants, and I lifted her into the air, holding her against the door.
It took a little maneuvering, shifting angles and weight, but I was able to unhook my belt, button, and zipper, gaining enough room to slide out my dick.
But my wallet was now around my goddamn ankles, the condom I needed inside.
“Fuck, I have to set you down.” I lowered her down the door. “Hang on a second.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The condom is at my feet.”
She pulled herself up to her original position by holding on to my neck. “You don’t need one, Gavin. I have an IUD. I’m protected. But if you want to wear one, that’s fine.”
I went still for a second. “You’re sure?”
“That I won’t be getting pregnant? Yes. That you don’t need to wear one? Also yes.”
“You sound like me.”
“That was my intention.” She tightened her grip, smiling. “I understand if it’s your preference. I’m good with whatever you decide—just know that if it was up to me, you wouldn’t wear one.”
My forehead went against hers.
The idea of feeling her pussy without latex was making me throb even harder. “What are you doing to me?”
“Making things easier.” She pulled back to scan my eyes. “Are you inside your head right now?”
The last time I didn’t wear a condom, my son was conceived.
But I wasn’t going to bring up that situation or speak about another woman in this moment.
So I said, “I . . . don’t know.”
“It certainly can’t be that you don’t trust me, considering I ran out of your house and into the elevator with only a bra on so your son wouldn’t see me. If that doesn’t show you how I feel about your boundaries, I don’t know what does.”
I exhaled. “Baby, I trust you, it has nothing to do with that. I just need to make sure Ben doesn’t get a brother or sister any time soon. In the future, yes, but not now. That’s where my head is at—no other place. I want this.”
“You have nothing to worry about.”
I nodded. “All right.”
“You just called me yours.” She bit my lower lip. “Take what’s yours, Gavin.”
My tip was already aligned with her pussy, and I arched my hips forward, breaking through her wetness. “Mine,” I moaned.
Her hands moved to my cheeks, fingers spread across my scruff. “Now make me fucking scream.”
The hottest words that had ever come out of her mouth.
I held her ass while I propped her shoulders against the door, and I rocked back. Her pussy was pulsing around my tip, and the deeper I got, the more her cunt took hold of me. “Fuck, Emily.”
How could she feel better every time I was inside her?
But she did.
And she didn’t just take it, she moved with me. She bucked against me. She squeezed my shaft, lifting herself up and lowering to meet me.
It wasn’t just the feel of her pussy that was driving me toward an edge.
It was the feel of her body.
The sounds that came from her mouth.
The look in her eyes.
“Faster!” she begged.
I gave her several quick, hard pumps before I pulled her off the door and carried her to the desk in the back of the small office.
There were multiple items on its surface—a stapler, paper clips, a cup holding a collection of pens—and I swiped my arm across all of it to clear it away, each item making a noise as it hit the floor.
“You’re so wild.” She laughed.
I set her on the end of the wood and stood in front of her, keeping her legs spread and around me.
Now that she was sitting, I no longer had to hold her weight, which freed up my hands to do anything I wanted with them.
They didn’t waste any time, immediately going to her neck, tilting her face up toward mine, and I smashed our lips together.
That taste—I still couldn’t get enough.
“Ah! More!” she cried.
Her hands were just as frantic, reaching beneath my button-down, running up and down my abs. And the harder I fucked her, the louder she got.
“Gavin! Fuck!”
Her sounds weren’t the only sign that told me how close she was getting. I could also feel it by the way her nails were starting to dig into me.
“You’re going to make me come!” she yelled.
When her head leaned back, my lips went to her throat. While her pussy was fucking clenching me, I wanted to feel the screams coming from her. I wanted them to vibrate on my lips.
I flicked my thumb across her nipple. It was so hard, it poked through her bra and T-shirt.
But my other hand didn’t go to her opposite tit. It lowered between her legs, wetness instantly hitting my skin as I stroked her clit.
“I . . . can’t.” She drew in air. “Ah!”
“I need to feel you come.”
She was narrowing around me, her legs folding across my back. “Gavin!” she shouted again. “Don’t stop!”
I had no intention.
Because what she was feeling, I was too.
With my thumb still massaging her, I increased the speed of my thrusts, circling when I was fully plunged inside her, my cock hitting every angle, and as I pulled out, I twisted again. “You feel so fucking good.”
She gripped behind my neck. “Yes!”
As the word left her mouth, I felt a change happen. Her pussy was contracting. Her wetness was thickening.
I pushed down on her clit, massaging the bud that was hardening the more I touched it, and I increased the amount of power I used, not just with my hand, but with my dick too.
She felt it.
She reacted.
“Oh! My! God!”
I mashed our lips together, moaning my breath into her mouth while the orgasm took hold of both of us. For me, it was moving through my sac, up my body, and straight out the tip of my cock.
“Emily!” I kept my mouth on hers but unraveled our lips. “Fuck yes!”
Her body stopped moving, allowing me to fully take over, and that was when I knew she was locked up, the tingles exploding inside her, the sensations owning her. What confirmed that was another scream of, “Agh!” against my lips.
She was there.
Peaking.
And so was I.
Emptying myself inside her was a feeling I wasn’t prepared for, far different from when I wore a condom. The fucking heat, the intensity, the way she moaned against my mouth and all I could taste was her orgasm—I couldn’t get enough.
“Yes,” I hissed as the bursts began to slow. “I want more of that.” I waited until I knew she was nearing the end before my thumb stilled on her clit. “You liked getting freshly fucked, don’t you?”
“No, I love it.” She gave me a soft kiss, which turned into a much harder one. “And I’m going to love when you drip out of me.”
My chuckle was deep. “You know what I love . . . that fucking mouth.”
If my brother was going to take every opportunity he could to burst through my office door without so much as a knock, he could expect the same from me.
Payback was a real bitch. So the first thing I did when I arrived at work was walk right into his office without alerting him, earning just the reaction I was seeking.
A pissed-off Jordan.
There were so many things happening at our office—deals in the making, real estate getting purchased—that I needed his full attention. Once we talked things out and I could shift gears to a more personal topic, I hit him with the obvious.
“When are you going to ask her to move in with you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, finally relaxing in the seat across from his desk.
If I aimed the focus on him, I could stop it from shifting to me.
“She’s basically already living with me.”
“But she’s still paying rent at her apartment, yes?” An answer I knew because Emily had told me. “So if a fight happens between you two, she has somewhere to go that isn’t, say, your man cave upstairs?”
He nodded.