Page 51 of Resisting the Temptation (Broken Shelves #3)

Ben

E mma eagerly sucks her own release off my fingers, and I almost come on the spot just watching her tongue.

“So eager, Dulzura. You’re always so good for me. I love watching your mouth on my fingers almost as much as I like it on my cock.”

Emma’s lashes flutter at my praise, and she smiles around my fingers. I pull them from her mouth and yank her off the desk to flip her over so her chest is against the wood. Her toes barely reach the floor, but she doesn’t complain.

I grab the tie from the bed and pull her arms behind her back, knotting it loosely. The green against the ivory skin of her wrists is tantalizing.

“Stay just like that, honey.” I quickly shuck off my clothes and toss them on the bed .

When I step back behind her, I grip the base of my cock and tap it on her clit. She arches back to gain more friction, but I stop her with a grip on her hips.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast as punishment for the way you’ve teased me.” I spank her ass, and she moans. “I need you to come for me again, Dulzura .” I notch the head of my cock at her opening and slowly push in until I’m fully seated inside her.

“Fuck. Like a damn glove. Every single time.” I’ll never get tired of the way her pussy grips my cock. I’ll never get tired of watching her ass jiggle as it bounces off my thighs. I’ll never get tired of the way she pulses when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

I grip her tied wrists as I set a brutal pace, and the desk slams into the wall with every thrust, but I can’t find it in myself to give a shit about it right now. I’ll pay whatever damage fees need to be paid.

She cries out when I hit her hard and deep, and her legs shake as her orgasm overtakes her. I feel her gush of arousal coating my cock. Fuck.

“That’s fucking right, Dulzura. Come for me. I love the way your pussy pulses. Feels so damn good. Love it when you mark me with your cum.”

She moans again, and I continue my pace. I need to feel her come again. I pull the tie, making her back arch more to hit at a different angle. She moans my name, her pussy clamps me so hard it makes me see stars.

I spill my release deep inside her right before she comes, groaning her name as my thrusts slow down.

I untie her wrists while I’m still inside of her, then I pull out and rush to the bathroom to find a washcloth. When I turn around to exit the bathroom, Emma’s standing in the doorway with her clothes in hand, a trail of cum running down her leg.

“What are you doing, honey? I was coming to clean you up.”

Emma bites her lip. “I have to pee anyway. I can do it.”

I furrow my brows, confused about this sudden need to do it herself. I hand over the washcloth and step out of the bathroom so she can take care of her business in private, even though everything in me is screaming not to leave her alone.

I dress myself, then sit on the edge of the bed while I wait for her to come out of the bathroom.

When she finally does, her hair is up in her usual bedtime ponytail, and she’s got her pajamas back on. All traces of what we just did are gone save for the blush on her cheeks when she sees me.

My senses are telling me something’s wrong, so as she walks by, I grab her wrist gently. “Are you okay? Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Emma gives me a small smile. “It was perfect. I’m not hurt, just… in my head a little, I guess.”

“I guess I didn’t fuck you hard enough, then,” I tease, but she only gives me a half-hearted chuckle in return. “You can talk to me, Emma.”

She sighs. “I know. Dinner tonight was a lot, and I know family dinner on Friday will be worse. I feel bad subjecting you to all of this. This isn’t what you signed up for.”

I stand and cup her face, making her look me in the eyes. “I’m exactly where I want to be, Emma. I don’t want you to feel bad when I’m choosing to be here. I’ve got you, okay? ”

She nods, and her eyes flick to my lips like they did earlier. We haven’t broached the topic of kissing again; I would now if I thought she’d be open to the discussion.

But it’s just one more thing to put on her plate, and I don’t want her to feel pressured.

“Let’s go to bed. I think we’re both in need of some rest.”

She nods in agreement, and I reluctantly let her go so she can get in her own bed.

Soon, she won’t feel the need to distance herself from me.

I hope.

The next day, Emma takes me up Big Cottonwood Canyon to see the fall leaves.

The peak time for the fall colors is the first weekend in October, so we’re a little late, but it’s still stunning.

We stopped at a little lodge and restaurant for lunch and spent the day getting to know more about each other outside of the bedroom.

It felt like a first date, and it was perfect.

I’ve never seen her so at peace. It’s like, as soon as we got into the crisp mountain air, the weight of all her problems blew away on the light breeze.

I want to be the one to put the easy smile on her face. I want to be her peace.

Now, we’re back at the hotel to freshen up before we go to dinner at her cousin’s house.

Since we’ve been here, Emma’s outfits have been more on the conservative side, covering a majority of her tattoos. I attributed it to the colder weather, since it’s the most logical reason.

But as she walks out of the bathroom, I’m beginning to wonder if it’s to make the people around her more comfortable.

She’s wearing a maroon skirt, which looks like it’s made of suede, and a black mesh long sleeve shirt over a black tank top doing nothing to hide the ink all over her arms. The skirt is short enough the bottom of her garter tattoos peek out underneath the material.

“You look incredible,” I rasp, greedily taking her in.

Emma gives me a beaming smile. “Thank you.”

She slips on her black ankle boots and grabs her purse. “Ready to meet my cousins? I promise they’re nothing like my parents.”

“I’ll admit I’m a little nervous, but I’m ready.”

She gives an overexaggerated gasp. “Benjamin Rossi gets nervous?”

I scowl at her teasing tone, but I don’t respond.

I wasn’t nervous to meet her parents because I knew she wasn’t looking for their approval. She’s not close enough to them for their opinion to matter.

But the same can’t be said about her cousins.

I’m nervous they won’t like me, and it will be the thing to end our situation once and for all.

I don’t want this to end.

I don’t tell Emma any of that, though.