46. Emma
Chapter Forty-Six
EMMA
E mma adjusted the De Olla apron and hefted the coffee carrier higher so she could rebalance the weight of everything she was carrying.
Her overnight bag wasn’t heavy, but it was awkward with the carrier and the puffed sleeves of her wool coat.
She’d almost put on a trench coat. Thanks to Garrett’s penchant for buying her things, she now had three to choose from. But a trench would have been a dead giveaway.
Instead, she’d put on her apron and coat and grabbed a few empty recycled coffee cups that one of her bean suppliers had sent, stuffing them into the carrier to make it look legit.
Juggling everything, she pushed the button for the top floor, hoping the office was deserted. It should have been, but Next Chapter’s employees were too dedicated. Especially the boss.
Garrett had called her less than an hour ago to cancel their dinner plans. “I have at least two more hours of work ahead of me,” he said, sounding so despondent she’d started packing a bag as soon as he’d hung up.
Her body flashed hot and cold the entire elevator ride. This seemed like a great idea back at the house.
She wasn’t an impulsive person. Her condition tended to crush spontaneity. But now that her marriage was real, she felt freer to be a little crazy and act her age.
Who her life partner was certainly helped. Garrett Chapman was a hell of a safety net. Of course, having an impulse and acting on it were two very different things.
Please let his staff be gone. Fulfilling her husband’s fantasy was one thing. Doing it knowing she had been recognized by his employees on the way in—or worse, that Fletcher guy—made her cringe.
She got half-lucky. The outer offices of Next Chapter Investments weren’t deserted yet, and people did glance up from their computers. But they didn’t look beyond the apron peeking out from under her coat or the branded baseball cap she’d used to cover her hair.
She looked like a café employee, making one last delivery on her way out the door.
Emma ran those last few steps into Garrett’s office, plastering herself against the door to close it shut. Her breath was ragged and she was hot enough to be perilously close to sweating.
Not sexy. Not sexy at all.
Garrett looked up from his desk and laughed at the sight of her plastered against the door like a fly someone had swatted.
He too was rumpled, wearing only his white button-down shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, the collar open and a little wrinkled.
Damn, he should adopt the scruffy look every day. Garrett was stupid hot with his usual polished perfection worn away. The five o’clock shadow alone was worth the price of admission.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, rising to meet her. “Did you come all this way to bring me a coffee?”
All this way was approximately fifteen minutes with traffic.
Emma let the strap of her bag slip off her shoulder so she could take one of the coffee cups and turn it upside down. “Sorry, love. I don’t come bearing that particular gift. I brought another.”
She looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching them through the glass. The coast was clear, but she still flushed so hot it was surprising she didn’t spontaneously combust .
“Babe, are you all right?” Garrett started walking toward her but stopped when she held up her hand.
Emma bit her lip and opened her coat wider, showing him his surprise.
The “shirt” she was wearing under her apron was a cleverly folded silk scarf. Emma whipped it away, revealing the next to nothing she was wearing underneath.
Garrett froze, the only movement the rise of his chest as he sucked in air so hard he wheezed.
The tight, breathless feeling she’d been feeling dissipated as she kicked off her shoes and began to walk toward him.
Emma had no plan beyond this point. But her confidence grew when she looked into Garrett’s glazed-over eyes. Biting her lip, she pushed on his shoulders until he collapsed back onto his chair.
Shifting the papers he had been working on, she cleared a space before hopping onto it. He was already lunging for her. But her new confidence sparked a newfound playfulness.
Giggling, she pushed Garrett back with her bare foot. He took hold, cradling it in his hands before kissing up the side of her leg.
“I thought we would stay here tonight,” she whispered when he got to her knee. “In your office bedroom.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?”
“If you’d like.”
Catching her up in his arms, he urged her to wrap her legs around his waist. “Oh, I like. I like it a lot.”
The world blended in a joyful whirl as he spun her around, turning them several times until her head was spinning.
He wouldn’t have done that as little as a month ago. But Garrett paid close attention to her. He’d learned to recognize the signs of a headache coming on and when she was fine. When it was safe to play.
And play he did. He was almost bouncing her in his arms as they entered the bedroom she wouldn’t have known was there if he hadn’t told her about it.
The hidden bedroom echoed the masculine lines of his office, only more. Here the walls were dark wood, as if someone dismantled his desk and made panels out of it.
“Why is it so dark in here?” she asked as he set her down at the edge of the bed.
His brow puckered. The lights were on after all. But then his confusion cleared. “I only ever intended on staying here when I had to work late or had overextended and needed to crash during the day.”
He gestured to the space around them. “The designer optimized this room for sleeping. Kind of like a man cave—since I don’t have one at the penthouse.”
Emma snickered. “That entire apartment is a man cave.”
He bent over her, pushing down the sides of the raincoat, leaving her in the dark green apron and nothing else.
His eyes were like banked coals, but she could see the fire growing in them. “Change anything you want. It’s your home too,” he whispered.
He’d said something like this before, back when she was still sleeping in another room. But this time was different. His tone made it a vow.
This was essentially an open invitation into every aspect of Garrett Chapman’s life.
“I want it all.” Her hands moved up his shirtfront, making it clear she didn’t mean his home.
With slow and deliberate movements, Garrett pulled the apron over her head, revealing her bare breasts and the skimpy black lace panties she’d left on just so he could remove them.
She liked it when he undressed her.
He made a rough sound in his throat before shifting, the back of his hands grazing her already stiff nipples. The teasing lasted only a moment before his palms cupped her. He squeezed lightly while rotating his hands, creating a delicious friction that made her gasp.
Garrett knelt in front of her, the expression on his face an odd blend of hunger and solemnity. “Everything that is in my power to give you, is already yours. ”
Emma’s hands tightened on his shirtfront, pulling the clean white cloth out of his waistband. “I just want you.”
He started to undress, pulling the buttons of his shirt apart.
Emma pressed closer, parting her legs so he stood between them. “Let me.”
But she didn’t stand to help him with his shirt. Emma remained sitting, going for his belt buckle instead.
Eyes flaring, Garrett stopped moving as she undid the belt and zipper of his pants. She traced his length through his boxers. “You’re already so hard.”
“Emma, you showed up in a raincoat, apron, and nothing else.” He laughed. “I’ve been rock-hard since you walked in the door.”
She fiddled with the waistband of his shorts. “Good, that’s very good,” she said, smiling wickedly. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”
“What—”
He stopped talking when she pulled down his shorts, taking his length in her hands.
Garrett liked to be in charge during their sexual encounters, his naturally dominant personality setting the pace. She didn’t mind that. On the contrary, she liked that he was the aggressor. But it was satisfying to turn the tables on him this time. Especially when it put a prize like this in her hands.
Emma examined his cock with great curiosity, testing its heft and thickness.
Garrett stood very still as she stroked him experimentally before pressing her lips to the head. It was silky and very hot.
“Hell,” he rasped when she flicked her tongue out and took a long slow lick. Emma peeked up to gauge his expression and nearly melted when she saw the raw intensity there. He looked like a man on the edge, his lips parted to take ragged gasps of air.
“You don’t have to,” he began, breaking off when she took the tip of him in her mouth. “ Holy shit .”
“Mmm,” she hummed in response, loving his reaction. “I like how you taste.”
He swore under his breath. “You taste better.”
“Debatable.” She giggled, sliding her lips down the side of his length, teasing him before taking him deep and sucking.
Groaning, he cupped the back of her head as her mouth slid down his length and back up, using her lips to apply pressure.
“You don’t have to,” he panted in a voice like gravel. But the tension of his body belied his words.
Emma withdrew, his cock leaving her mouth with a pop. She rubbed the head of it against her breasts, sliding it between them and pushing her breasts together.
Following her lead, he pistoned back and forth.
“That’s good,” she crooned in praise. “But I want you to fuck my mouth first and then me.”
Emma loved the sounds he made when she sucked him off.
Her words were like a match to gasoline. Garrett’s nostrils flared and he nodded sharply. Reaching out, he took her hair, wrapping it around his wrist. Using the hold, he guided her, urging her over his cock faster than she’d been going—although not as deep.
She tried to slow him down, so she could urge him a little farther, but he stopped her, telling her without words that he wanted it fast and hard. She compensated by pressing her lips more firmly around him, shaping her mouth to make him moan.
He let her suck him for a few minutes before he pushed her back onto the mattress. “I ca-can’t,” he panted, crawling over her.
His body covered hers. Emma welcomed the weight of him pressing her down, even as strong hands ripped her panties.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded when he paused to push down his pants. “Like this.”
She took hold of him, wrapping her fingers around his length and wiggling until he was poised just at her entrance. Then he was forging into her, still dressed but open and bare where he needed to be.
Emma arched up, welcoming his thickness and heat. She clutched at his shirt, urging him to thrust .
Not that he needed the encouragement.
Garrett’s control was threadbare. Undulating under him, she tugged him down with his shirt, pressing his bare chest against her breasts and drawing her up until the whole length of him was gripped tight inside her.
The friction of his shirt and pants against her naked skin added another layer of sensation to what was already too much pleasure.
The push and pull of him was addicting. Every drive built that delicious friction higher and higher, until she was crying out, her cunt throbbing around him. The orgasm broke her open even as he pinned her down, rocking and grinding her into heaven.
She felt more than heard his muffled cry. His hot breath fanned her temple and his shaft jerked, sending a spreading warmth that overflowed her, spilling out onto the sheets.
Emma fell back on the mattress, her legs splayed open, muscles lax, incapable of movement.
Garrett groaned and rolled off her. Summoning the energy to turn her head, she checked out the glistening skin of his chest and abs with satisfaction. “I brought some of your ties in my overnight bag.”
Twisting, he lay on his side, a little pucker between his brows. “Thanks. But you know I keep part of my wardrobe here, including spare ties.”
“Oh, I know.” She stretched, enjoying the way his eyes moved over her body. Hungry and reverent at the same time. “I just wanted to make sure you had enough.”
His head lifted off the mattress, bemused. “Enough for what?”
The grin she gave him was downright wanton. She turned on her side and ran her toes up his pant leg. “That depends. How strong is your headboard?”