Chapter thirty-six #2
One finger slips behind the lace to play; as I slide it inside, her legs buckle slightly.
I hook my finger forward, and she moans.
Slowly, I pump her warm pussy, and she widens her stance. “Does my good girl want more?”
“Uh-huh,” she responds, clearly aroused.
“Take your bra off.” Her hands lift to the clip between her breasts as instructed to undo it, springing it open.
Plump pink nipples sit hard on her firm, round breasts.
I drop my lips to one, taking it between my teeth and nipping gently.
She moans again. I repeat the action with the other.
Her pussy sucks in my fingers, and the sound of warm, wet arousal fills my ears.
“Lie down.” She blinks at me with wide blue eyes, which look slightly stunned.
I remove my fingers and encourage her to the floor.
She lies back on the white dust sheets covering the carpets.
I stand above her and slip my boxers down my legs.
Her knees bend, and she spreads her legs wide.
“You look fucking incredible,” I tell her.
“We may not bother having a bed in here. Perhaps some sex furniture instead. I’ll never want to sleep anyway.”
“Suits me,” she murmurs, raising her hands above her head so her breasts rise with them.
I drop to kneel between her legs, my cock hanging heavy, angry, and ready to take her.
After placing a hand on either side of her head, I line myself up at her entrance and sink deep inside her.
The overpowering groan that passes my lips is only a fraction of what I feel with her wrapped around me, us joined as we should be.
I surge forward again, my hips thrusting hard, slamming her into the floor. Her legs rise and wrap around my waist. She squeezes, and I take that as my cue to move harder, increasing my speed with each thrust.
Delicate hands hold my face, she keeps her eyes open watching me. “Look at me,” she whispers, and my eyes, which were focused on her breasts, rise to meet her gaze. She bites her lip. “Harder. Give me more.” My hips respond, pushing faster, and she whimpers beneath me.
“You’re so greedy, Spitfire, but oh so fucking good. My cock was made to pound this sweet pussy.”
She throws her head back, another whine escaping, and this time she closes her eyes.
“Look at me,” I mimic, and she smirks but doesn’t do as I say.
I lean down then bite her left nipple hard.
She squeals, and her eyes shoot to meet mine.
“When I say look at me, I fucking mean it. Now, watch me as I come inside you, filling you with part of me.”
Our gazes lock, and I fuck her until I come hard and fast. Her pussy contracts, crushing my dick deliciously as she reaches her orgasm. We watch each other intently, both enjoying our high. I lift my hand to her face then run my thumb over her bottom lip.
“You are everything to me,” I whisper. “I love you, never doubt it.”
***
The Level
Emma pushes Annie in her stroller into the elevator which will take us directly to The Level Boardroom. I walked behind them with one hand firmly on her back. She breathes deeply, obviously trying to contain her nerves.
“Why are you so nervous?” I whisper, dropping my lips to her ear. “You know most of them.”
“Yes, but now…” She trails off, unsure what to say.
“But what?”
“I need to hope they like me.” I laugh out loud.
“Of course they like you. Do you think you would have a job with my friends if they didn’t?” She shrugs. “You are the most likable person, and I think you meeting Violet will be good too. Potentially, she could be a friend.”
***
Emma
Damon and I stand in the elevator with Annie clipped in her stroller.
The silver box rises into the sky only to stop at the fifty-seventh floor of The Level.
We step out into what is known as the boardroom, a chic minimal space with a long boardroom table and black leather chairs.
The men who are present that I know—Harrison, Russell, Connor, and Hunter—all sit around the table drinking beer and chatting.
Next to Harrison is a pretty brunette I assume to be Violet, Harrison’s wife.
She passes her six-month-old daughter, Evie, to her husband when our eyes meet then stands.
She practically runs across the floor to me.
This woman, whom I have never met, ducks around the stroller and grabs my shoulders before pulling me into a hug.
“Emma,” she cries excitedly. “I am so pleased to finally meet you.”
After she releases me, her eyes lift to Damon at my shoulder.
“You really are punching above your weight,” she tells him.
“Hot and the brains of a lawyer.” He laughs but nods.
“That isn’t a point I can argue,” he agrees. “She is exceptional.”
Violet takes my hand and pulls me farther into the room then goes back to sit beside her husband.
Damon pushes Annie forward so he can stand at my side and put his arm around my waist.
All focus is on us. I stand at the end of the table, looking at the people who have become sort of friends, but in this situation, feel very much like family.
Harrison lifts his bottle in my direction. “Welcome to The Level, Emma,” he says. “You are now officially one of us.”
“Here, here,” Hunter calls.
“To Emma,” Russell shouts, and they all lift their drinks now in our direction. “The woman who stitched McKinney back together.”
“Who’s going to operate on you?” Connor jibes at his brother. Russell lifts an eyebrow then smirks.
“I’m working on it, brother. But you know that.”