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“Yes,” she groaned. “Fuck me. Please. Just…” She sighed when Kieran pressed his hips forward, both of us filling her.
I had limited movement because of the position, so I let Kieran do the work. The momentum of his thrusts lifted Emily on my cock, gravity pulling her back down. I was too lost in the moment to acknowledge the burning in my thighs. It was worth every second to feel Kieran’s cock stroking mine with every deep thrust.
“More…” Emily pleaded. “I need more.”
Kieran pulled out, allowing me to fuck her hard. I punched my hips up, driving into her repeatedly. Her muscles milked along my shaft, dragging ragged groans from my throat. I pulled out, allowed Kieran to take over. We fucked her like that, alternating until she was mumbling our names over and over again.
“I’m going to come,” Kieran warned.
I took the opportunity to push my cock inside her alongside his again. This time I pumped my hips, my cock stroking his inside her until they were both grunting and moaning. When Emily cried out, Kieran shouted her name. The sound triggered my orgasm, and we both came inside her.
By the time I managed to catch my breath, the decision for our future was firmly decided.
Now it was a matter of putting my new plan in motion.
33
Emily
“This is perfect!” I told Emmett thefollowing day when he presented me with a mockup of the brochure he’d created for the silent auction. “More than perfect.”
I skimmed each of the glossy pages, smiling at the excerpts that had been added for each item. They were witty yet informative, and I had to wonder why Emmett had taken the path he had. He was a marketing genius, yet he was working as my assistant.
“The only thing left is to provide the details for the charity,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “Once you’ve made the decision, I’ll get it updated and get them to the printer.”
“Do you have any suggestions?” I asked, wanting his input since he’d done so much of the work already.
“If you give me the list, I can do some research.”
I nodded, still staring at the brochure. I was eager to show Kieran and Knox to see what they thought of my first project.
I looked up at Emmett. “What plans do you have for New Year’s?”
His eyebrows rose slowly. “Nothing yet.”
If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“I’d like you to go to Vegas with me for the resort’s grand opening. We’ll be there for a few days.”
He was smiling so wide a dimple formed in his left cheek. “My calendar is wide open, boss.”
“Good.” I tried to rein in my excitement, but it seemed the more I immersed myself in this new role, the more I was enjoying it.
Well, that was mostly true. Some aspects thrilled me, and others I was learning were merely a part of the job. The finance meetings were a necessary evil, but I was doing my best to learn the ins and outs, wanting to prove I was willing and capable to the team and myself. It would take time to learn it all, but I was enjoying it so far.
A soft knock sounded on the door. I glanced over, saw Zena standing there with an enormous bouquet of white lilies in her hands.
“Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer,” she said with a grin, stepping into my office to set the vase on the table near the door.
She came back over, handing me a small white envelope before heading out to answer the ringing phone.
I opened it, a giddy sensation filling me. I’d never received flowers before. Unfortunately, the note gave me no clue who was responsible for this burst of happiness that bloomed inside me. The card read: YOUR NEW ROLE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU.
“Who’re they from?” Emmett inquired.
“It doesn’t say.” I passed the card to him so he could put it back with the flowers.
He glanced at it, smiled. “Very mysterious.”
