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“But I do look forward to seeing you on your knees in the morning,” he says in a low tone, and a thrill tingles at the base of my spine. I look up at him with lust in my eyes. “Wear something sexy for me tomorrow, Charlotte.”
“We’re going to have so much fun now,”
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, and I breathe it in. Those words are a serotonin boost for my soul. They tell me I’m safe, adored, valued, and have nothing at all in the world to worry about.
“From now on, you need more sleep, Charlotte. If you’re going to be out until one in the morning, you need to stay home until ten the next day, understood?” “Yes, Sir,” I purr. “Although I’d prefer you aren’t on the streets at all so late at night. Perhaps you should consider staying until morning.” I smile to myself, my eyes still fixated on the floor. “Yes, Sir.”
She’s laughing with a sly smile as she tries to hide her face from me. “I’m just sayin’. You have the look of a girl who’s been—” “I am begging you not to finish that sentence.”
“Stroke your cock for me.” “Not bad, but I think you can do a little better than that.” His voice gives me confidence, so I grind my hips upward as I say, “I want to watch you fuck your fist until you come all over my chest.” His face is only inches from mine, and his eyes widen when my words come out. Jesus, I can’t believe I just said that. “Fuck, that was hot.”
“What are you thinking?” I whisper again as my eyes get heavy and he pulls me closer. I nuzzle into the comfort of his broad chest and heavy arms as he presses his lips against my ear. Maybe I’m already dreaming because I can’t believe the answer that comes out of his mouth. “I was thinking that I don’t deserve you.”
“How long have you and Emerson been together?” she asks casually. “We’re not. I’m just his secretary,” I correct her. There’s a small giggle as she leans forward and presses her mouth next to my ear. “You have a bite mark on your ass cheek, Charlotte.”
“You’re not mad at me anymore, are you?” I ask, my voice trembling with emotion. His face softens. “I was never mad at you, Charlotte. I just wish you could see what I see.”
There I was ordering a turkey sub with Emerson Grant’s hard cock pressed into my back while a vibrator nearly made me orgasm in the middle of the word mayonnaise.
It becomes strikingly clear in this moment—Emerson means everything to me.
“I’m sorry,” he says so quickly I almost don’t catch it. “What?” “For being a shitty boyfriend… I’m sorry,” he mutters. His hands are stuffed in his pockets as he averts his gaze from my face. “I never should have cheated on you, and I should have been nicer to you, and I should have known you were unhappy.”
“After what I saw today… I don’t know I just…see things differently now. Like it’s the real thing. He obviously deserves you more than I do.”
“Get naked for me, Charlotte. I want to see my girl.” He takes me by the chin, lifting my face until I’m smiling up at him. His girl.
GOOD GIRLS GET HAPPY ENDINGS.
“I’m working through lunch, Garrett. What do you want?” he asks, his voice muffled.
While they’re all talking, I nudge my little sister with my foot and she looks up at me with a smile. Silently, I mouth the question, “Do I seem happy?” Her smile is fighting to take over her whole face when she bites her lip and glances at the people at our table then back at me. She nods eagerly, and I have to swallow down the emotion building in the back of my throat.
