Chapter Twenty-Two
CALLIE
I awoke nestled against Emmett’s warm, solid body, my head rising and falling with his steady breathing. My leg was slung possessively over his, our limbs entwined in the rumpled sheets. It was like cuddling an oversized teddy bear…with really sculpted abs.
Not wanting to wake him, I traced the lines and contours of his body with my fingertips. He stirred beneath my exploratory touch as my hand drifted lower. His cock stiffened against my thigh and he tightened his arm around me, pulling me against him. That was all the invitation I needed.
Careful not to jostle him too much, I pushed myself up and straddled his hips. His eyes remained closed, but a satisfied smile twitched at his lips as I began rocking against his length. Finally, his eyes fluttered open, dark with want. “I could get used to waking up like this,” he murmured.
“Me too,” I said, already breathless with arousal.
Unable to resist the primal urge writhing inside me, I ground down, chasing that delicious friction. Emmett rested his hands on my hips, guiding me, urging me on as our movements grew more frantic.
He had barely touched me, and I was already close to the edge. His voice was gravelly with desire. “Are you going to come for me already, just from rubbing against my cock?”
I nodded convulsively. How was it possible for him to turn me into a wanton, quivering mess with just a few words and touches?
“Then come for me, Callie.”
It was a command, not a request. My body instantly obeyed, my climax breaking over me in dizzying waves. He squeezed my breasts, flicking my nipples as I rode out the high. The intoxicating blend of tenderness and dominance in his touch left me utterly spellbound.
As the aftershocks subsided, I stared down at him in a lusty haze. I drank in the sight of his toned chest, heaving with each ragged breath. I’d never felt such raw, insatiable hunger. It was like a dam had burst, sweeping away my inhibitions.
Part of me still couldn’t believe this was happening. That I’d allowed myself to cross that line from boss and employee to...whatever this was. But feeling his cock still throbbing against me, I knew there was no going back.
He grabbed my hips, his voice low and rough. “Such a good girl. But we’re just getting started.”
Goosebumps prickled on my skin at his commanding tone. Who knew I’d be so turned on by a little dominance in the bedroom?
Before I could overthink it, Emmett flipped us over. I was on my back, pinned beneath his solid weight. Our eyes met, his were full of smoldering intensity and a tenderness I couldn’t quite place.
Then he pushed inside me with a guttural groan. “Fuck...so perfect.”
His thrusts were deep and measured, and I savored every inch of that delicious friction.
He leaned down to capture my lips, swallowing my moans as he drove into me over and over.
I adored the way he filled me so completely.
I clung to his strong shoulders and met each powerful thrust with an eager roll of my hips.
It was like he knew exactly how to angle himself to hit that heavenly spot deep inside. Every nerve ending sparked with pleasure, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might burst. “Em-Emmett...I’m so close.”
He nipped at my jaw, his warm breath fanning over my neck. “Let go for me, Callie. Want to feel you come on my cock.”
Those filthy words were my undoing. My climax slammed into me—hard and blinding. I came with a sharp cry, inner walls convulsing. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over me as he buried himself to the hilt, his body going rigid as he emptied himself inside me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d experienced such overwhelming intimacy and raw passion. Our eyes met, and I saw the same awe and tenderness reflected back at me. In that endless moment, I felt more seen and cherished than I ever had before.
Emmett slumped onto me, his warm weight blanketing me in the most deliciously suffocating way. I sighed contentedly as he scattered light kisses along my neck and jaw.
Utterly spent from the exquisite release, my eyelids grew heavy. But just before I drifted off, Emmett tilted my chin and gazed deep into my eyes.
“I’m in love with you, Callie.”
The admission hung between us, potent and earth-shattering.
“I know this is...soon. Complicated. I told you to take your time and I don’t want to freak you out.
But damn, the connection between us...” He shook his head in wonder, cupping my face with unbearable tenderness.
“It was fate meeting you that day in the dorms. And then having you come to work for me.”
He brushed his thumb over my parted lips, his voice dropping to a husky rasp. “You don’t have to say it back. Just...let me love you, okay?”
I blinked up at him. Feelings I’d fought so hard to ignore swelled in my chest—warm, terrifying. Part of me wanted to panic and throw up walls. To deny the depth of my feelings for this man who somehow saw every fragile, beautiful part of me.
But another part simply...surrendered. Because no matter how scary or complicated it was, being with Emmett felt more right than anything ever had before.
I released a shuddering breath, thumbs stroking the sharp lines of Emmett’s jaw as I held his intense gaze. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” I admitted. “Wanted you. And I’m done denying myself.”
A slow, wolfish grin spread across his face. “Well, thank fuck for that.”
* * *
Hand in hand, Emmett and I ascended the steps to board the corporate jet. Our time in London was over, but things between us were only just beginning.
As we settled into our seats, safety belts buckled and ready for takeoff, a thought crossed my mind. “Is there a bed on this plane?”
A lascivious look broke over Emmett’s face. “Tired, Cal? Do I need to put you to bed?”
I turned back to the window and shrugged, the picture of casual indifference. “I’ve always wanted to join the Mile High Club.”
Emmett gripped my hand as the engines grew louder, and the plane began propelling us forward faster and faster. He brought it to his lips and kissed my knuckles, not breaking eye contact until we were in the sky.
When we reached cruising altitude, and the pilot released us from the confines of our seats, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard, all searing heat and desperate need. We shuffled backwards until we found the small private cabin.
The second the door closed behind us, clothes hit the floor in a feverish flurry of fumbling hands and breathless moans.
I shivered as the cool air caressed my bare skin, but Emmett was there to blanket me with his warmth, pinning me against the wall as our mouths crashed together in a bruising kiss.
His strong hands mapped every dip and curve, stoking the flames of desire burning low in my belly. I dug my nails into his back, dragging a guttural groan from deep in his chest. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. Can’t believe I actually get to do this.”
I pressed against him with a whimper, already aching and slick with arousal. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Those words seemed to flip a switch. He scooped me up with ease, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried me the few steps to the small bed.
The tips of his fingers fluttered against my sides, across the swell of my breasts, down the flat planes of my stomach. I shivered, anticipation mounting with each passing second.
“Look at you,” he breathed, spreading me wide and staring hungrily at my pussy. “So wet and ready for me.”
I reached up to cradle his face, losing myself in the depths of his lust-filled eyes. “Fuck me, Emmett. Now.”
“You’re the boss, Miss Winters.”
I gasped as the thick head of his cock prodded my slick entrance. He covered my body with his as he buried himself inside me.
I shuddered beneath him, inner walls fluttering as I drowned in ecstasy. Emmett drove into me over and over until my toes curled, and I cried out against his lips.
Our kisses grew messy and frantic as the bed rocked with the force of his thrusts. The muscles in his sweat-slicked back rippled beneath my hands.
“That’s it, baby,” he panted against the fevered skin of my neck. “Let me hear you.”
I clutched him tighter, overcome by the mind-numbing pleasure. Emmett angled his hips, nailing my sweet spot with each punishing thrust until I was thrashing and keening beneath him. “Emmett! I’m so close, please.”
I gripped his biceps as tingling pleasure washed over me. My back arched off the bed, inner walls squeezing his thick length as my climax ripped through me.
“Fuck, Callie.”
One, two, three thrusts later, Emmett’s muscles went taut as he spilled inside me. I sobbed at the scorching heat filling me up, legs trembling as the aftershocks rolled through me.
We clung to each other, breathing hard, skin slippery with sweat. Emmett peppered kisses along my jaw and throat as our racing heartbeats slowly returned to normal. Finally, he rolled onto his back, gathering me against him.
I snuggled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his rich, masculine scent. “That…that’s definitely never happened.”
“Hmm? What’s that?” He sounded sleepy and sated. I nestled further into his warmth, loving the feeling of being wrapped in his arms.
“I orgasmed…just from your penis.”
“You made that sound very clinical.”
“Speaking of clinical. We didn’t use protection, but I’m…I’m on birth control, and you know, clean.”
“Callie?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re bringing down the vibe right now.”
I winced. “I totally am. Sorry.”
He chuckled and nuzzled the top of my head before rolling me onto my back to kiss me.
When he was satisfied that my lips had been thoroughly worshiped, we squeezed into the shower of the ensuite bathroom—not quite big enough for two, but bigger than any airplane bathroom had a right to be.
I stood under the warmth of the water with Emmett’s chest pressed to my back and his arms wrapped around me.