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I couldn’t believe the universe was so big, and I got placed on this random floating rock at the same time as Clementine Ryder.
I wanted her, and I’d be damned if I was going to let her get away from me.
I wanted him.
“I can’t stay away from you anymore.”
God, I wanted him.
“I want this. I want you.”
“If you change your mind at any point, you tell me right away, okay?”
“God, Emmy, I want you so fucking bad.”
The way he was able to pick me up and fucking manhandle me was hot as hell.
“I want to see you.”
I had been with boys. Luke was a fucking man.
I heard Brooks let out a low growl. I’d never understood the phrase “his eyes darkened” that was in all the romance books Teddy loaned me, until now.
“I’m in charge tonight. Do you understand?”
“I asked you a question, sugar.”
“Like you want me to put you on your knees and shove it down your throat.” Jesus. I licked my lips as I stared at him. “Would you like that, sugar? My cock in your hot little mouth?” I would. I definitely would.
“That’s right, sugar. Keep riding me.”
“You want a taste?”
Being with Luke felt erotic and freeing.
“Suck,”
“Good girl.”
“I don’t know what type of men you’ve been sleeping with, sugar, but devouring your perfect cunt is always going to be worth my time.”
It was that thought, that Luke was turned on by the fact that he was bringing me pleasure, that sent me over the edge.
“My greedy girl came all over my tongue, and now she wants to come on my cock?”
“You can take it, sugar. I’ll go slow.”
“I could bury myself inside of you every second of every day and never get tired of it.”
For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.
I slept with Luke Brooks.
“I slept okay, but I had this huge cowboy wrapped around me.”
“That’s right, sugar. Ride my fucking hand.”
“That’s right, Emmy. Take my cock. Take it every time. It’s yours as long as you want it.” I was so close. So fucking close, and he knew. “Tell me what you need, sugar. Tell me what you need and it’s yours.”
“If we’re going to do this, I don’t want to hide from them, Emmy.”
“Your secret is safe with me, Emmy. Just don’t keep it a secret for too long.”
“Watching Luke Brooks fall to his knees the minute he sees you.”
I was a goner for Emmy Ryder.
I wanted to wake up next to her every day.
“She might not be ready, and that’s okay. Just keep showing up. Instead of telling her how you feel, keep showing her. Actions speak louder than words and all that shit.”
I wanted to ruin those red lips, either with my mouth or my cock.
I kept an eye on Emmy throughout the night. Not in a creepy way–just in a “I really like you and think you’re the most beautiful woman alive” way.
“New beginnings.”
“You can thank me by letting me tear that godforsaken dress off of you later.”
“Take your fucking hand off her.”
I swooped her up off her chair and threw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, taking extra care to hold her dress down so no one got a free show.
Emmy Ryder was mine, and I was going to prove that to her right fucking now.
“You are a fucking crazy person, you know that?” “Only for you.”
“He put his hands on you, sugar. No one puts their hands on you.”
“Because sugar. Seeing someone else touch you made me fucking crazy,”
“You wanna know what’s bad? You bringing this bare pussy into my bar like a perfect little slut.”
I took a pull of the whiskey before setting the bottle on my desk, but I didn’t swallow. I leaned into Emmy, my hand on her throat still keeping her pinned to my office door, and spit the whiskey in her mouth.
She swallowed.
“If you won’t touch me, then let me touch you.”
