Chapter 3
Ramsey~
I walked into Emerson’s office, our house being large enough for us to each have three offices if we’d wanted them. Though this was our home, and though we were used to the extravagant space, the house really did seem larger now that the kids were no longer living here. Yeah, we had our place in Port Lucia, but Sands Cove was our home, and it was where we spent most of our time when given the choice.
“Hey,” I greeted, and silver eyes looked back my way, something that always made my heart beat faster in my chest.
“Hey,” Emerson greeted back.
I walked over to where she was sitting behind her desk, then immediately went to massaging her tense shoulders. “Long day?”
She dropped her chin down, giving me more access to her neck. “There are days when I think that I’m making a difference, and then there are days when it’s a good thing that I don’t own a gun.”
“You’re making a difference,” I automatically assured her. “As long as some situations still make you angry, then you’re making a difference. It’s the employees that no longer react with emotion that need to call it quits in a job like yours, baby.”
“Do you know how hard it is not to just want to foster them all?” she asked tiredly.
“Then let’s foster them all,” I told her seriously. “We have the space and the money, so all you have to do is say the word.”
Emerson let out a soft chuckle. “These kids are damaged enough without bringing them to live with us.”
“I don’t know, the kids didn’t turn out so badly,” I said, saying anything to help her current state of mind.
Emerson turned in her chair, forcing my hands to drop as I took a step back. “Ram’s mentally unstable on a good day, and Maddox hacked into the prison system to have my father killed in general population,” she recounted. “And that’s not even mentioning the rest of the kids.”
“I said that they didn’t turn out so badly, not that they were perfect,” I retorted.
“Dash had to go to England to bring Eden back, Crew is always one wrong word away from killing someone, and Lennon is as diabolical as a Columbian drug lord,” she went on.
“All Marlows by blood, I’d like to point out,” I grinned.
She chuckled again. “I’d buy that if we hadn’t all had a hand in raising them.”
I shrugged. “We can always blame Ava since she’s the stay-at-home-mom.”
Emerson laughed at that. “I dare you to tell her that to her face.”
I reached down, then tucked a wayward strand of dark hair behind Emerson’s ear. “What’s really bothering you, baby?”
Her silver gaze turned serious. “The world is an ugly place, Ramsey. It’s unforgiving, and I just can’t wrap my mind around how we don’t do enough for the kids. Every day, you see people getting outraged over something or another, but no one is getting mad enough to do anything for the children. Instead, everyone is more upset about a celebrity’s carbon footprint than they are over starving or neglected kids.” She shook her head. “I just don’t get it.”
“Because it’s easier to be outraged from behind your computer while sitting on the couch than it is to actually get up off that couch and do something about it,” I replied. “Doing something about anything takes too much effort and too much time away from all the selfies that you just have to post.”
Emerson smiled softly. “God, I’m so glad that none of the kids became addicted to that crap.”
“Amen,” I grumbled.
“I just wish that my cause was everyone’s cause,” she went on. “I just wish that people cared enough to do more.”
“You can’t save the world, baby,” I told her, something that she already knew. “You can only save your little piece of it.”
“I know,” she muttered quietly.
“Come here,” I told her, and her eyes immediately narrowed, though she obeyed.
As soon as she was standing in front of me, I sat down in her chair, then reached for her skirt, pulling her into my lap. Since Emerson was still dressed in her work attire, that told me that she probably hadn’t even eaten dinner yet. She probably walked in the house, then had headed straight to her office to continue working on her cases.
Once she got comfortable on my lap, my left hand reached up to circle her neck, tilting it to the side, so that my lips could touch her soft skin. My right hand slid over her right thigh until it was nestled between her legs, and like the perfect goddess that she was, Emerson automatically opened her legs for me.
“How about you just sit here and let me make the whole world disappear around you, baby,” I whispered against her skin, my fingers already sliding inside the gusset of her panties.
“Ramsey…” she moaned softly.
“Don’t think about anything other than my fingers playing with your pussy,” I instructed, her sweet channel already soaking my fingers. “Let me make you feel good, Emerson.”
Her hands latched onto my forearm when I finally slid two digits into her hot cunt, and every single fucking time felt like the first time with her. Even in death, I wouldn’t be able to forget how Emerson had bled all over me that first time, and I’d never forgotten the gift that she’d given me, even when I hadn’t deserved it. Every time after that, I’d always considered a miracle, because we both knew that I didn’t deserve her, regardless of her feelings for me. While Emerson had her own issues and reasons for loving a man like me, she was still too good for me.
“Oh, God…yes…”
“Tell me how good that feels,” I coaxed as my fingers slid in as deeply as they could go. “Tell me how much you like it when I stretch you out with my fingers, baby.”
“Don’t stop…” she panted. “God, Ramsey…don’t stop…”
“Order me to make you cum,” I said, reminding her of who really had the power between us.
“Make me cum…” she said, obeying me in a way that always made me fucking weak for her. “God, make me cum, Ramsey…”
“What do I get if I make you cum?” I teased, my fingers curling to hit that rough spot that was guaranteed to drive her out of her mind.
“Anything you want…” she answered shamelessly.
“I already have everything that I want,” I told her honestly. “As long as I have you, I have everything that I will ever fucking want, Emerson.”
“Ramsey…” she whimpered as her hands tightened around my arm, her hips moving in time with my fingers.
I nipped at her neck before asking, “Are you going to let me fuck this pussy after I make you cum all over my hand?”
“Yes…” she rushed out as her hips began moving faster.
“What about your ass? Are you going to let me fuck that tight ass of yours?”
“Anything you want…” she panted, the tone of her voice warning me that she was already close to exploding for me. “You can have anything that you want…oh, God…”
“You,” I said. “You will always be the answer to that question, baby. All I’m ever going to want is you. I’ll gladly sleep under a fucking bridge as long as you’re sleeping next to me.”
“Ramsey…” she choked out as she finally came all over my fingers, the feeling of her pussy convulsing a familiar one. “Oh, God…”
“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed. “Cum for me like a good girl.”
As Emerson’s body shook in my lap, I reached up with my thumb to play with her clit, and it wasn’t long before she was cumming for me again, and I wouldn’t mind wrecking her enough to have to carry her up to our bedroom. Even though I knew that she had work to do, nothing mattered more to me than pleasing this woman.
I nipped at her neck again. “Are you still going to let me fuck you, or do you want my tongue to clean you up?”
After a few seconds of allowing her body to bask in those euphoric aftershocks, she finally said, “I want you, Ramsey.”
“What do you want?” I asked, wanting to hear the words.
“I want you to fuck me,” she immediately answered.
“Good girl,” I said as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy.
When I heard Emerson let out a deep sigh of pleasure, I stood up, then taking her with me, I quickly moved a stack of folders from her desk, set them down on the floor, then bent my wife over the expensive oak furniture. Since she’d given me permission to fuck both her pussy and ass, this was the perfect position to make that happen.