Praise (Salacious Players Club, #1)

by Sara Cate

Then I mentally try on what it would feel like to have a man like Emerson Grant look at me as a woman good enough for him. Warmth floods my lower belly as I think about him in that way, to be his woman. To feel his hands on my body, his lips on my skin. To walk into a building on his arm and know that no matter who is in that building, I am the most important one to him. And everything shifts in my brain from seeing him as a father to seeing him as a man.

“Not just any love, Emerson. It means you’ll have true, all-consuming, intoxicating, life-changing, earth-shattering love. Love you would die for. That you couldn’t possibly live without. Love that makes it hard to breathe. Like you can feel it not just in your heart but in your veins and your bones and your muscles. Everywhere.”

Here I am, stupidly thinking that the mind-blowing love I want so badly could possibly, in any universe, be with Emerson.

“You’re such a good girl, Charlotte.”

“No one can see you here, Charlotte. Doesn’t it feel liberating? To know you can do anything you want?”

Suddenly, this dimly lit main room is just too freaking bright. I feel like everyone can see what I just did. They know that I just masturbated in public while watching Pornhub Live back there.

“Emerson Grant is a fucking god, and he spent the whole night obsessed with you. And you look so nervous.”

My Emerson.

“Ah-ah. Crawl there for me.”

In fact, everything in the sex category is blank, from hand jobs to fisting—zero on the last one if I had to rank it.

I’ve never had a desire to be claimed before, but suddenly, it’s like I need the world to know I belong to Emerson Grant.

This is the only way I’ll ever have her like this—in my mind. If people knew I was jacking off to my son’s girlfriend… But I’m already too lost to the fantasy. The way she loves my cock. The way she calls me sir. That smile as I unload warm jets of cum all over her face, and she licks it up like the good girl she is. An illicit groan vibrates from my chest as I come onto my hand. My heart is hammering like crazy in my chest and my cock just won’t stop. I obviously need to get laid or something because this is fucking ridiculous.

“Because I wanted her to know you were more than just a regular secretary. I wanted to make it clear that you are mine.”

But the way Emerson makes me feel. The way I feel about him. How my heart seems to almost expand in his presence, the way I like myself more when I’m around him. How I want to be the only girl in the world he ever sets eyes on again. I’m falling hard for Emerson Grant. I’m so fucked.

“I’ll fill out that form for you if you want, but I don’t need to. You want me to tell you that I want to taste you, Charlotte? Because I do. I want to touch you, tease you, fuck you, bend you over my knee and turn that pretty little backside red. There’s not a thing on that list I don’t want to do with you, so you can put the paper and pen away, little girl. Every single thing would get a five from me.”

Can’t exactly focus on anything with a written confirmation basically proclaiming I’ll be your fuck toy. Bonus: with anal! just sitting there on his desk, waiting for him.

“You don’t need me, Beau. You need to grow up,” I argue. “Or maybe you just need someone to finally put you in your place because I’m not going back to the way things were.”

“My girl wants this, doesn’t she?” he growls as he does it again. “Yes!” I cry, pulling him in for another kiss. “Then get on your knees and take it out.” No one has ever scrambled to their knees faster than I do in this moment.

“I was thinking that I don’t deserve you.”