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His brow puckered. The lights were on after all. But then his confusion cleared. “I only ever intended on staying here when I had to work late or had overextended and needed to crash during the day.”
He gestured to the space around them. “The designer optimized this room for sleeping. Kind of like a man cave—since I don’t have one at the penthouse.”
Emma snickered. “That entire apartment is a man cave.”
He bent over her, pushing down the sides of the raincoat, leaving her in the dark green apron and nothing else.
His eyes were like banked coals, but she could see the fire growing in them. “Change anything you want. It’s your home too,” he whispered.
He’d said something like this before, back when she was still sleeping in another room. But this time was different. His tone made it a vow.
This was essentially an open invitation into every aspect of Garrett Chapman’s life.
“I want it all.” Her hands moved up his shirtfront, making it clear she didn’t mean his home.
With slow and deliberate movements, Garrett pulled the apron over her head, revealing her bare breasts and the skimpy black lace panties she’d left on just so he could remove them.
She liked it when he undressed her.
He made a rough sound in his throat before shifting, the back of his hands grazing her already stiff nipples. The teasing lasted only a moment before his palms cupped her. He squeezed lightly while rotating his hands, creating a delicious friction that made her gasp.
Garrett knelt in front of her, the expression on his face an odd blend of hunger and solemnity. “Everything that is in my power to give you, is already yours.”
Emma’s hands tightened on his shirtfront, pulling the clean white cloth out of his waistband. “I just want you.”
He started to undress, pulling the buttons of his shirt apart.
Emma pressed closer, parting her legs so he stood between them. “Let me.”
But she didn’t stand to help him with his shirt. Emma remained sitting, going for his belt buckle instead.
Eyes flaring, Garrett stopped moving as she undid the belt and zipper of his pants. She traced his length through his boxers. “You’re already so hard.”
“Emma, you showed up in a raincoat, apron, and nothing else.” He laughed. “I’ve been rock-hard since you walked in the door.”
She fiddled with the waistband of his shorts. “Good, that’s very good,” she said, smiling wickedly. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”
“What—”
He stopped talking when she pulled down his shorts, taking his length in her hands.
Garrett likedto be in charge during their sexual encounters, his naturally dominant personality setting the pace. She didn’t mind that. On the contrary, she liked that he was the aggressor. But it was satisfying to turn the tables on him this time. Especially when it put a prize like this in her hands.
Emma examined his cock with great curiosity, testing its heft and thickness.
Garrett stood very still as she stroked him experimentally before pressing her lips to the head. It was silky and very hot.
“Hell,” he rasped when she flicked her tongue out and took a long slow lick. Emma peeked up to gauge his expression and nearly melted when she saw the raw intensity there. He looked like a man on the edge, his lips parted to take ragged gasps of air.
“You don’t have to,” he began, breaking off when she took the tip of him in her mouth. “Holy shit.”
“Mmm,” she hummed in response, loving his reaction. “I like how you taste.”
He swore under his breath. “You taste better.”
“Debatable.” She giggled, sliding her lips down the side of his length, teasing him before taking him deep and sucking.
Groaning, he cupped the back of her head as her mouth slid down his length and back up, using her lips to apply pressure.