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The door rattles again, and I can hear voices from the hallway.

“Do it. Now. Be a good girl and come for me,” I order, fucking her faster.

Emily’s whole body tenses and her pussy locks down like it’s trying to choke me. Her muffled screams are music to my ears as she comes. I stop holding back and fuck her as hard as I can, letting go of all my restraint.

My entire body is gripped with pleasure the likes I’ve never experienced before. I bury my head in her neck, moaning and knees shaking as I come.

“Fuck!” I growl against her skin.

It takes a bit to come down from the high, and only because I can now hear someone say they’ll find the key. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pull out of her and stuff my cock back into my pants. With a smirk, I wipe the come running down her leg with my finger and hold it up to Emily’s lips.

She sucks my fingers into her mouth, zero hesitation. I groan, wanting her all over again. I do that until she is as clean as she’s going to get for now and then pull her dress back down.

“You’re mine, Emily. You can keep trying to deny it, hide in your shop and refuse my gifts, but that doesn’t change the truth.”

Emily opens her mouth, closes it again, then blurts out, “What about my panties?”

I roll my sleeves down, grab my suit jacket off the coat rack, and shrug it on.

“They’re also mine. You’re not getting them back.”

“But…what if more…you know…”

I love watching her stumble over the words, but I don’t offer to help. Instead, I move her long hair around to cover the mark I’ve made on her neck.

“No, I don’t know,” I say, wanting her to say the word.

“Come. If your come slides down my leg.”

Grabbing her hand, I tug gently toward the door.

“Then I guess you better keep those muscles clenched tight. But if it does…I don’t care. In fact, I love the idea of it dripping out of you for the rest of the day, letting everyone know you belong to me. This way you won’t have any time to think about anything other than me.”

I unlock the door and push it open to find ten or so people standing around. All eyes go wide, and mouths drop as they put one plus one together. Emily blushes, but you can’t wipe the smile off my face as we walk out.

They wisely keep whatever they’re thinking to themselves.

Sorry…not sorry, brother. Emily is mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

EMILY

Alden’s expression has cooled rapidly now that we have an audience. Just moments ago, his possessiveness stole the air from my lungs. I didn’t mean to have sex with him so soon, but I’ve watched him with women. I’ve hidden in his closet, under his bed, and sat in a chair while he slept. I’ve spent twelve years craving him, watching him, learning what makes him tick and what he fears.

Alden fears becoming his father. That’s a huge reason why he avoids all meaningful relationships and has sent one beautiful woman after another out the door.

I refuse to be the next.

In all that time, he’s never claimed anyone. Not once has he been brazen enough to have sex in a public space or in his family’s home. I feel giddy, making it difficult not to smile, twirl, or, hell, even sing.

Can he actually be falling for me…for real?

I squeeze my legs together as we walk toward his mother of all people. Even now in her late sixties, Mrs. Mitchell is as beautiful as she was in the photos from forty years ago.

“Alden…” I tug his arm until he stops and looks down at me. “Tell me why you just…you know. I’m not going any further until you tell me.”

I search his face, but he gives nothing away.