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Rascal (Rascals #1)(16)
Author: Katie McCoy

I relaxed. This was for work. He wasn’t flirting. Or maybe he was, but he was flirting for work. For the bar.

“I imagine you’re pretty happy here,” Emerson continued, taking a card out of his wallet. “But if you’d ever like to talk about other opportunities, I’d love to sit down and talk with you about what you could bring to Rascals.”

Phoebe Sullivan looked at Emerson’s card. “Rascals?” she asked. “That’s the new place opening in a few weeks, right?”

Emerson nodded. “Our opening night is in a few days. Come check it out—drinks on us.”

“Maybe,” Phoebe said with a smile. “Thank you again for stopping by.”

She headed back to the kitchen and Emerson sat back down.

“Sorry about that,” he said. “I know she’s a long shot, but I wanted to reach out to her anyways.”

“Is that why we came here?” I asked. “To talk to the cute chef?”

Emerson paused and looked at me. “Are you jealous?” he asked.

“No,” I told him, but his smile had already grown.

“Have I told you how hot you are when you’re jealous?” he wanted to know.

“I’m not jealous!” I insisted, but he just grinned wider.

“Check please,” he called.

He parked the car a few blocks from my building, giving us a chance to enjoy the spring air. Chicago at this time of year was my favorite. I could do without the extreme cold and the humid heat, but during the spring? It was absolute heaven.

At some point during our walk, Emerson’s fingers had tangled in mine, and we walked hand in hand towards my apartment. Neither of us had made any mention of how the date would end, but it was clear from the tension crackling in the air between us that we were both eager to get inside. To be alone.

But we were just a block away from the bar and my place when it became apparent that Emerson couldn’t wait any longer. Without a word, he tugged me into an alley, and within seconds he had me pinned up against the wall, his mouth hot and eager on mine. I kissed him back, my fingers tangling in my hair as his hips pressed against mine.

He was hard, and the realization made me even hotter. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

His mouth blazed a hot trail down my neck, his hands holding my arms next to my head, keeping me pinned against the bricks. It was so sexy—he was so sexy.

“Let’s go inside,” I murmured, pulling my lips from his.

“Soon.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “I’m not in any rush.”

I freed my hands from his and practically pulled him out of the alley and towards my building.

“You might not be in a rush,” I told him, fumbling for my keys. “But I am!”

We stumbled into my apartment, shedding clothes as we went. His jacket landed in a pile with his shoes and socks, my purse tossed across the room as I was picked up and placed on the back of my sofa.

Emerson kissed me, hard, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I responded in kind, my hands tight in his hair as his own fingers began dancing up my leg, pushing my dress up. As he did, I tugged at his shirt, wanting to see him, wanting to touch him.

He pulled away, giving me just enough time to whip the shirt off of him. Then I got a look at him. At his bare chest. And I was speechless.

“Oh my God,” I managed. “You’re gorgeous.”

“I was about to say the same thing,” he told me, lowering his head to kiss me again.

Within minutes my dress was unbuttoned, and my bra had joined the rest of our clothes on the floor. Then his mouth was on my breast. Oh God. It felt good. It felt so good. He had already proven himself to be more than skilled with his mouth, and he showed me again, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking until I nearly came from that alone.

It wasn’t enough. Thankfully, he seemed to feel the same way. He moved downward, dropping kisses along my shoulders, across my chest, and down my stomach. Then, Emerson dropped to his knees, shoving my skirt up, revealing the tiny lace thong that I was wearing.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his voice husky and deep.

I was slick for him. Emerson dragged his thumb along the edge of my thong, pulling it aside. I spread my legs, giving him full access as he kissed the inside of my knee, the inside of my thigh, and then against me in one delicious stroke.

“Oh! Oh my God,” I moaned as he licked me.

He felt good. So damn good.

But then he stopped. I sat up, feeling taut with anticipation. Glancing down revealed that Emerson was staring at my crotch.

“Were you afraid I’d lose my way?” he asked, a playful smile on his face.

It was then I remembered the arrow that had been waxed on me down there. I

laughed. “You never know with some guys.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge.”

I couldn’t even respond, because within a second, his mouth was back on me, his tongue sweeping inside of me. Pleasure swept over me, overwhelming the sense of embarrassment I’d felt. Now all I could focus on was the pleasure. The sensations he was giving to me.

I needed something to hold onto, so I buried my fingers in Emerson’s hair. I held him tight against me as he tasted me, my fingers clenching as he stroked me with his tongue. He teased my clit, thrusting inside of me until I was moaning nonstop. Then he added a finger, slowly sliding it inside of me. Emerson fucked me with his finger, adding another as my hips began rolling and my breathing became nothing but panting. I was close.

He kissed me again. There. He tasted me as he used his fingers to draw pleasure out of me, and when my release came, I screamed, my hips thrusting forward as my body clenched around his fingers.

Oh. My. God.

As I came back down to earth, I heard bells. Echoing in my head. I thought it was just the result of the amazing orgasm, but after a moment, I realized that it was my phone. And that was my ringtone for work.

“Do you need to get that?” Emerson asked.

“No way,” I said breathlessly.

But Emerson stood and retrieved my purse for me. “I know it could be important,” he said, and he was right. I gave him an apologetic look as I answered.

“Where are you?” Lucinda demanded. “We’re all supposed to be at the office.”

“What happened?” I tried to clear my head, tried to focus on the call instead of all the delicious sensations that were still vibrating through my body.

“Laney’s ex just drained their shared bank account. We’ve got to file for a temporary restraining order and it’s all hands on deck. Now.” Then she hung up on me.

“Dammit,” I muttered, staring at my phone.

“Problems?” Emerson asked.

He was shirtless, and there was still a visible—and impressive—bulge in his pants, but he didn’t seem annoyed or frustrated. He seemed actually concerned.

I nodded, feeling frustrated myself.

“They need me to come into the office.”

I braced myself for the fight. For the argument that I had always gotten from my ex when I needed to work—when my work life had interfered with my personal one. But the fight didn’t come.

Instead, Emerson got his shirt off the floor and put it on. He gathered the rest of his clothes efficiently.

“I’m so sorry,” I told him, “I wish that I could stay. And finish what we keep getting started.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told me, leaning in to kiss me.

I could taste myself on his lips, and it made me want to stay even more.

“We’ll pick up again soon,” he promised, and then he was gone.

12

Alex

It was a long night in the office. Usually I could lose myself in work, but I had been unable to get Emerson out of my head. He was a major distraction from the case files strewn over the desk in front of me, but for the first time, I wasn’t feeling guilty about it. I wanted to see him. I wanted to finish what we had started.

Was there any way I could have both? Work and a guy like him? It seemed impossible, but then again, I’d never met a guy who seemed to understand why I worked as hard as I did. Emerson got it. He completely understood the drive I had, because he had it too. I wasn’t exactly sure where it had come from, because he obviously came from a way more comfortable background, but I still found his ambition sexy as hell.

We pulled an all-nighter getting the lawsuit ready to file, and when we were finally released from work the following morning, I headed home and fell straight into bed. When I woke up, I felt like I’d slept for days, but it was still early, only afternoon. I thought about texting Emerson, but then I heard the construction happening downstairs and realized that I could just as easily see him. So I headed downstairs, where it looked like everything was getting its final touches before the grand opening tomorrow night.

But Emerson was nowhere in sight. Instead, I found a guy I didn’t recognize screwing some cool iron shelving in place. He was tall and built, and looked like the kind of guy who built things with his bare hands. Dark hair and blue eyes, which he fixed on me when I entered.

Were all Emerson’s friends total hotties?

I made a mental note to bring Kelsey and Jenna by the bar as soon as it opened.

“Hi,” I said, raising a hand. “I’m Alex.”

The confusion dropped from his face. He put down his tools and offered me his hand.

“Sawyer,” he said.

Ah, the contractor/craftsman. “Emerson’s told me all about you,” I said, smiling.

“Likewise,” Sawyer responded, a small smile playing across his lips.

“Is he around?” I gave what I hoped was a casual glance around the room.

“Somewhere,” Sawyer said. “Though he’s probably running interference out back.”

“Interference?” I asked. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“We had a few last-minute snafus,” Sawyer told me with a grimace. “We’re handling it, though.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked. My bosses had said we were all free for the day.

   
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