Chapter 3 The Emerald
THE EMERALD
QUINTON
Christ, she looks like literal sunshine.
I’ll never tire of her smile, of the way she looks at me with unguarded admiration.
Her office is private, but the blinds are drawn open, and yet she’s running toward me, leaping into my arms. If this were four weeks ago, she’d hesitate.
She’d feel wary of displaying affection in front of others.
I don’t blame her. Our arrangement is complicated.
I know she hates the fact she cannot wear us both on her arms.
“Quin!” Emery nuzzles herself into my shoulder, her arm tight around my neck. “I didn’t think you’d be back until this evening.” She pulls away, her glistening gaze flitting across my face. “How was the conference?”
“Dreadful,” I reply, twirling a wayward strand of her hair between my fingers. “I won’t ever leave you again.”
She rolls her eyes. “Seriously, how was it? I heard Dr. Fiona Qian was speaking.”
I shoot a playful glare. “And how do you know of Dr. Fiona Qian?”
Emery perks a brow. “She’s a world-renowned cardiologist, Quinton.” She lightly taps the center of her chest. “Remember? Heart transplant? It’s kind of in my field of interest.”
“Fiona was marvelous.” Of course, Emery’s up to date with the latest trends in medicine. I shouldn’t have expected otherwise. “Her research into congenital heart failure is revolutionary. I think in the next decade, there will be phenomenal breakthroughs.”
Emery purses her lips and asks in a forced tone of nonchalance, “Meet any cute doctors?”
I snort. “Jealous, are we?”
Emery shrugs. “No, just curious.”
I inwardly grin. “It was a medical conference, darling, not a singles meet and greet. Although, I did hear that the after-parties resembled that of a swingers convention.”
“Oh?” The intrigue in her gaze is undeniable. Perhaps this weekend calls for a night at Club Hades. I’m sure Vee is curious as to why we’ve been absent for so long. “You heard about this? Or you saw it?”
I smirk, arching over and whispering into her ear, “The only woman I enjoy watching being fucked is you.” My lips feather against her lobe, and she shivers.
My hand dances down the dip of her waist, gliding along the curve of her hip.
“You looked absolutely radiant riding Damon this morning, darling.” She gasps as I grab her ass and yank her toward me, my cock pressed flush against her pelvis.
“You two seem to have kept quite busy in my absence.”
The security cameras in the bedroom were Damon’s idea.
All are routed through a secured server and managed by Red.
Emery wasn’t supportive of the idea at first. She feared Toni would find a way to hack into the server and record all our dirty deeds.
I suppose a leaked sex tape with two of New York’s “most eligible bachelors” would create quite the scandal.
That article in Stars nearly turned Emery feral.
I think she has the editor on her imaginary hit list.
Emery’s cheeks blush a precious shade of pink as she glances up at me through her lashes.
“Now you’re the one who sounds jealous, Doctor…
” She swallows and hesitates before adding, “Why don’t you go lock the door and shut the blinds?
” Her voice carries a sultry tone as she adds, “I think I have a few things to make up to one of New York’s most eligible bachelors. ”
I stifle a snort. She’s still not over it. How adorable.
“And why would I shut the blinds?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Because I’m going to suck you dry, Quinton.”
“In your office? On your first day back?” I raise a brow, clicking my tongue. “So very naughty, darling.”
She pulls away from me and rolls her eyes. “Is that a no?”
“It’s never a no, little Emery.” I casually strut over to the blinds and give them a nice tug down.
When her office doors click shut, I turn around and smirk down at her.
“I have a present for you.” I nod to a small matte black gift bag perched on her desk.
“I was planning on giving it to you at home before dinner but…” My dick twitches in my trousers.
“I think I’d much prefer to give it to you now. ”
“Presents can wait.” Emery tilts her head, gaze blazing with lust. “Pants off, Dr. Marquis.” I hesitate as distant chatter sounds from the rest of the office. “Quickly, please. I have a long, hard day ahead of me.”
“You’ve been spending far too much time with Damon,” I note, stepping away from the door, circling Emery as she sizes me up like she’s the predator and I’m the willing prey. “You’re getting quite bossy.”
“I guess that means you better listen to me,” she smirks, swaying her hips as she strides toward me. “We both know Damon doesn’t tolerate disobedience.” She places one hand in the middle of my chest and gives me a shove onto the loveseat. “And neither do I.”
I don’t have time to toss back a clever remark. In a split second, Emery’s on her knees, her wandering little fingers unbuckling my belt. I close my eyes, my pulse quickening at the sound of my zipper being pulled down.
And then I die the most beautiful of deaths.
I’m never attending another sodding conference ever again.
Emery’s hot, wet mouth takes me, all of me, her tonsils greeting my cock like they’re long-lost friends.
I groan, swallowing the sounds, unwilling to get her in trouble for indecent workplace behavior.
Her tongue flicks at my tip, lapping and licking my length, her cheeks concave with a torturous suction.
“Fucking hell, Emery…” I rake my fingers through her perfectly curled hair, my nails scraping against her scalp. I buck my hips, tilting into her torment as she sucks me off like a good fucking girl. “Jesus…”
“Mmm…”
She takes me deeper, her head bobbing up and down, her eyes slightly red as she glances up at me, so fucking gorgeous, so messy. Just how I like her.
And then her left-hand finds my thick, swollen balls, and I know I stand no chance. She rolls my sac between her expert fingers, the pressure so perfect it could turn any man submissive.
My muscles clench, thighs rigid and tense as she quickens her pace, and I grip the roots of her hair tighter.
My teeth clench with imminent release. With one final stroke, I come undone in her mouth, spurting four days' worth of cum down her pretty little throat.
And she swallows it all, the smile on her face as glorious as the rising sun.
“Welcome home, Doctor,” she rasps, breathing heavily. “Too bad I have a meeting with my department in ten minutes.” She glances up at me, grinning. “Perhaps you can drop by after lunch?”
“You’re very impatient,” I chuckle, admiring her flushed appearance as I steadily come down from an addictive high, my heart racing. “Why don’t I give you your gift instead?”
She narrows her eyes and wipes her chin as she stands up, straightening out her blouse. “Why do I suspect this gift isn’t chocolate?”
With a knowing gleam in my eyes, I do up my trousers and rise to my feet. “My clever girl. Go on. Open it.”
Emery cautiously approaches the desk and yanks on the handles of the gift bag, pursing her lips. I watch her with anticipation as she flings out the gray tissue paper, her eyes widening when she spots the present I could not resist buying for her.
Her mouth hangs open as she fishes the toy out of the bottom of the bag. “I hope you don’t expect me to—”
I cut her off. It’s exactly what I expect.
“Isn’t it beautiful? Look at the tip. It’s emerald. You love emerald, don’t you, darling?” I stride over to her and take the toy out of her slightly shaky hands. “I wonder if anyone will notice.”
“You want me to wear this now?”
“Yes.”
She blinks, squirming as I press her into the edge of her desk. “All day? You expect me to wear this all day?”
“Yes. All day. And all through dinner,” I add, my eyes gleaming with humor. “Did you forget we have dinner plans? The three of us?”
She licks her lips, her skeptical gaze floating to the silver butt plug. “And if I say no?”
“Let’s not pretend that you’re not eager.” I expel a soft chuckle, spinning her in my arms until her ass is pressed against my lap. “Now, bend over, darling. Let’s see if it fits.”
Emery mumbles something under her breath but complies, nonetheless. I slowly scrunch up her pencil skirt, my fingers lingering as they glide up her soft, silky skin.
I perk a brow, caressing her bare ass. “No panties today?”
Her green eyes light up with defiance. “Easy access for Amir.”
My jaw ticks, and I shake my head. “Don’t make me spank you.”
She smirks. “Guess we’ve both been spending too much time with Damon.”
I sigh, unable to conceal a grin. She’s feisty today. “Open your mouth.” With a playful eye roll, her lips part, and I place the cold spire on her tongue. “Now suck on it. Warm it up.”
As she heats up the toy, I take the liberty to explore her body, my fingers dipping in between her thighs.
I suppress a laugh at how simply drenched she is.
Utterly soaked. Emery can verbally protest all she wants, but her body is a traitorous beast. And I know her body. I know exactly what she craves.
She releases the toy from her mouth and moans. “Quin…”
“Uh-uh,” I click my tongue, flicking my gaze to her clock as I continue to stimulate all her needy little holes. “You’ve got a meeting, remember?”
She grumbles, needing some sort of release. But she can wait. Patience is such an important virtue. “Ready, darling? Relax and breathe.”
Emery’s body melts into submission as I drag the toy across the mounds of her perfect ass, the warm metal slipping between her cheeks as I tease her hole.
She gasps, sucking in a sharp breath, and I twist the spire inside her, ensuring the speed is pleasant and slow enough for her to feel every thickening inch of the plug.
“Quin…” Emery’s hands find the closest thing to grip onto, and I hope those documents she’s crumbling aren’t of vital importance.
“Mmm…” She flicks her heady gaze toward me, and with one final push, the emerald finds its new home for the next ten hours.
“It feels…” She swallows, closing her eyes. “It feels…strangely pleasant.”
“It looks stunning,” I whisper, delicately tugging on her skirt as I pull it back down the curves of her body. She spins around, and the blush returns to her cheeks. “It’s so good to be home, darling.”
Emery wraps her arms around my neck and sighs. “How come I’m always the one playing dress up, Doctor? Maybe I should force you to wear a cock ring to the office one day.”
I grin down at her, snaking my arms around her waist. “I wouldn’t oppose a challenge.”
“Noted,” she coos, melting her lips against mine as we share a tender, languid kiss.
“Mmm… I’ve missed that.” A notification sounds from Emery’s tablet and she groans.
“Stupid meeting.” She pulls away to collect her required documents, and as she takes a step to the side, her eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”
I grin. “You’ll get used to it…in time.”
She shoots me a playful glare. “I’ll see you at dinner. If I make it until then.” As she bends down to pick up the items she dropped on the floor earlier, she releases hushed moans that are music to my hedonistic ears. “Fuck…”
“Enjoy your meeting, love,” I call to her as she awkwardly struts toward the door and unlocks it.
“Yeah, yeah,” she grumbles, stepping through the threshold. She looks back briefly and adds, “Oh, and speak to Damon if you have time. He said he was going to buy his own satellite. If you could talk him out of it, that would be great.”
I perk a brow. “That’s not a bad idea actually.”
Emery mumbles what I can only imagine is a curse under her breath, and then she’s gone.
A text message from Red appears on my phone.
I think I found her. Call me.
Maybe we won’t need a satellite, after all.