▪️ Emily ▪️ Snuggled warm and deep under the comforter, Emily stretched and cracked one eye open to see it was only five a.m. she hummed with the satisfaction that she still had plenty of time before she had to get up, walk Ruth's dog, then get ready for work. A golden-haired, tanned arm held her close, and long legs tangled with hers. She smiled to himself and sighed. A soft kiss landed on her shoulder. “Are you awake?” Ace kissed her again. “Mmm. Barely. Who would be at this hour?” “Those of us who wake up and aren’t in their own bed.” Hearing the note of uncertainty in Ace's voice, Emily rolled over. The sight of a sleepy-eyed Ace, that glorious sun-streaked mane of his in full bedhead mode, set his pussy's to attention. “Are you having regrets now?” Emily asked. “About what happened?” A wistful smile teased Ace's lips. “Hell, no. I’m hoping you don’t. But I can’t wear the same clothes I wore yesterday to the office
▪️ Emily ▪️ “I’ve been washing myself since I was a girl. If you keep this up, the dog will have an accident, which I’ll make you clean up, plus we’ll both be late for work.” She turned off the water. “And I’d have to dock you for missed hours.” “Bastard.” Laughing, Ace swooped in for a kiss, his lips soft and wet. They clung to each other for a moment, stood there with the water dripping off their hair. “This is really nice.” Ace ducked his head and grabbed a towel, but not before Emily spotted the pink rising in his cheeks. Her heart did a swoony dip. They dressed, and Emily's nerves rose with each step toward Ruth's apartment. At six thirty in the morning, she wasn’t prepared for a barrage of questions she didn’t have answers for. She let herself in with her key. Foxy was already waiting by the door, and Ruth was walking out from the bedroom. At the sight of her with Ace at her shoulder, her morning smile brightened to supernova and her brows flew up.
▪️ Emily ▪️ They’d agreed to arrive at the office separately so as not to draw suspicion, but since they were usually the first two in the office anyway, it hardly mattered. Ace shut Emily's office door behind him and pushed her against it, his tongue sweeping inside Emily's mouth, their kiss so filthy and deep, Emily's head spun. He cupped Emily's breast and massaged her nipples m “This has to hold both of us all day,” Ace said. “Think of me all naked in bed. Every time I see you, know I’m hard as a rock in my pants, and all it would take is one touch for me to come.” Emily allowed herself another taste of Ace's lips before stepping away. “You’re a little shit, you know that?” “And you like it,” Ace responded with a cocky smile. Emily pulled at his tie and kissed Ace one last time. “Yeah, I do. Now get that ass to work.” She moved behind the safety of her desk and scrubbed her face. Ace opened the door. “We have a meeting with the new client, a
▪️Ace▪️ At six p.m., he yawned and closed his eyes to relieve the strain from staring at his computer all afternoon. Once he’d finished with Simone, which took up the entire morning, Emily had called him in to a video conference with the candy company executives to speak about his suggestions. The rest of the afternoon he followed Emily into meeting after meeting, taking notes on what was discussed, typing them up, and putting them into the shared drive for Emily to review. “Sleeping on the job?” He startled, and his eyes flew open to see Emily smiling, arms crossed and lounging in his doorway. Ace's shirt collar lay open, and his hair was mussed as if he’d been running his hands through it. “Not on your life.” All buttoned up, Emily oozed power and prestige, with a haughty, untouchable, almost dark facade. A woman of mystery. But Ace preferred this Emily—a bit rumpled and weary, unlaced and approachable.
▪️Ace▪️ Two hours later, juggling a pizza box, he rang the bell at Emily's apartment. Nerves rattled inside him. Ostensibly, this was their first official date, and he had no idea what to expect. The door opened, and Emily, looking mouthwateringly sexy in a dress of cool, gave her a smile that let her know he shared the same nerves. “Hi.” Emily arched a dark brow. “Pizza?” Ace breezed past Emily even though she was anything but lighthearted. “From Lombardi’s on Spring Street. What better way to start the evening of our first date than pizza and beer?” He set the box down on the kitchen island and sniffed the air. His stomach growled. “What’s that smell?” Emily ducked her head. “I figured if we started working, we’d be hungry, so on the way home I stopped and got a big box of appetizers. I don’t know how to cook well but I can heat things up like a pro.” How Ace managed to keep a straight face when his insides had turned all melty, he didn’t kn
▪️ Emily ▪️ Ace rolled over and on top of her. “Good morning. And happy two weeks.” As always when Ace touched her, Emily's body hardened and her heart pounded. “Two weeks?” Nuzzling close, Ace wriggled down, trailing a path of wet kisses, and Ace almost stopped breathing when that luscious mouth hovered over her opening . “Two weeks together in the office and in bed, and we haven’t killed each other.” About to make a sarcastic comment, Emily choked on her words as Ace ran the flat of his tongue from the top of her pussy to the bottom and then up again . He tightened his lips to create the perfect suction and sucked hard, keeping up the wickedly perfect flutter of his tongue. “Oh, God.” Her eyes fell shut, and she lost herself to Ace's increasingly addictive lovemaking. Threads of fire tingled under her oversensitized skin, and her hands clutched at the sheets. “Now, now.” Ace, that bastard, scraped his nails over her pussy and sank a finger insi
▪️ Emily ▪️ She washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and after putting on her pants, walked out, Ace trailing at her heels. The coffeemaker, set the previous night, was full, and Emily poured herself a cup. “Don’t worry, the bed is already there. It’s a platform bolted to the floor, and I got a new mattress. Extra firm.” Ace pinched her ass, and when Emily whirled around, he danced away, out of reach. “Just the way you like it. But I need a sofa and chairs. I’m not going to sit on the floor.” She set the mug down. “And you want me to come with you.” Clad only in his boxers, Ace hoisted himself up on the island. “Yeah. You did a great job in the office, so work your magic on my apartment. Then we can go have fun afterward. I have a plan.” “Do you now?” “Yup.” Ace swung his legs and held out his mug for coffee, which Emily poured, thinking Ace looked like an overgrown kid with his open, laughing face filled with anticipation and excitement. And fun. Weekends for Emily weren’t much
Trey Sunday, late morning, Trey was in his office for a couple minutes while Lucy was getting something to drink, and as his girl put it, “something to nibble on.” They’d had quite the emotional day on Saturday, and he thought back on it with a smile. He realized at that moment that he’d never in his life had more fun with someone, never laughed more in a twenty-four-hour period than he had with Lucy. After he’d surprised Lucy, catapulting them both into the pool, they’d each come up sputtering. Lucy, always one to run cold, had started shivering. They’d gone out to the jacuzzi and had stayed there for an hour, making out like teenagers. Later that afternoon, after much cajoling from Lucy, they’d made love in front of the huge fireplace in the library, and again hours later in their bed. There had been no role play and no kink, they’d been Trey and Lucy, and though they both admitted later they weren’t ones to enjoy vanilla sex, it had been exactly what was needed at the time to g