When I spear her with my tongue, her body bucks against the intrusion and she murmurs my name, voice thick, fingers weaving into my hair.
She grinds against my face with reckless abandon. “Emmett, yes.”
“Quiet, doll,” I murmur against her tender flesh. “They’re filming just outside.” I move my mouth back up to her clit and slip two fingers inside to fill her up the way I know she needs.
Julia gasps, and I’m pretty sure it’s partially from the sensation and partially from the realization that we are sneaking around—flying dangerously close to the sun.
Her words transform into wordless moans, and I can feel from the tautness in her body that she’s trying desperately to keep quiet.
And I don’t make it easy for her. I work her hard. Fucking her with my fingers and feeling her go so warm and wet around me. Tasting her arousal as she makes a mess for me. Watching every twitch of her muscles. Storing away every needy sound she makes so that I can play this soundtrack in my head when I’m alone later and fucking my fist while thinking of her.
“You going to come for me, Jules?” I taunt while trailing my mouth over her inner thigh, adding a third finger and watching her stretch for me.
“Yes. Fuck. Please. Please don’t stop.” Her quiet voice brims with tension, and her skin hums beneath me as I slip a palm up the underside of her leg, spreading her wider before doubling my efforts.
She asked me not to stop. And who am I to deny her?
I don’t stop. I use my mouth to show her how badly I want her—how badly I need her. Sucking, licking, biting.
And when her legs shake, I still don’t let up. Her fingernails grip my scalp. I can tell how close to the edge she is.
And I shove her right over.
She cries out as her body bows off the bench, and my free hand shoots up to cover her mouth. I want to hear her make that noise over and over again.
I hold her there, still going, wanting to draw out her pleasure for as long as I can before I have to go back out there and pretend I have eyes for anyone other than the woman stretched out before me right now.
“Mm,” she murmurs before her body goes soft.
I watch her. Pink cheeks. Glassy eyes. Damp skin.
She looks thoroughly sated, and it makes me feel like a king. Making her feel good is a high I’ve never felt before.
She throws an arm over her face with a contented sigh and a disbelieving giggle. “I might owe you one for that.”
I pull my fingers from her, loving the sight of her slick, puffy, pink pussy before me. It makes me want to throw caution to the wind. Rip off my belt and impale her on my cock. Listen to her scream my name over and over again.
But I can’t. Not here. Not now.
“No, doll,” I drop a kiss on her thigh. “That was all for me.”
I’m not lying. I needed that. Needed her. To feel… us.
Suddenly, the reality of it all feels heavy. It feels real. It feels like the thing I’ve been avoiding.
If nothing else, it’s exactly what we agreed we would not do.
But with her, my willpower is trash. I’m not sure why I bothered trying when everything with her feels completely inevitable. Like it’s meant to be.
We’re meant to be.
Still kneeling, I reach for her jeans as she sits up.
“Sorry,” I mutter, slipping her ankles into her pants.
She laughs. “No, you’re not.”
I grin now, staring at her legs as I attempt to get her dressed again. When I finally peek up at her face, she looks… lighter somehow. Happy. And that makes breaking all my rules worth it.
“No, I’m not,” I finally confess with a wink.
“That was—”
“Hot as hell and also dangerous as fuck.” I glance over my shoulder, hoping against hope that no one heard us or is figuring out that we’re locked in here together. “I have to get back.” Regret tinges my voice as I turn my attention to her.
She stares at me with a soft smile on her lips. She’s fucking perfect. Too perfect for me. Too good to be true.
But I don’t tell her that. I just push up and kiss her, taking her mouth with a gentleness that doesn’t match the way I just took the rest of her.
“See you out there,” I say, drawing away even though I don’t want to.
It’s only when I’ve reached the door that she hisses, “Wait!”
When I turn, she’s looking around herself, searching for something. “My panties are missing.”
“No, they’re not.” I reach back, removing them from my pocket with one quick tug.
They dangle from my pointer finger.
Her eyes widen. “Give them back.”
“No chance. These are mine now. Let’s call them a souvenir.” Her jaw drops open as I toss her a cocky wink and push them into my jeans.
“You can’t just—”
“What? Go out there and continue recording with your underwear in my pocket? Watch me.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond. I just turn and walk back to the set, only thinking about the fact that she wants a repeat performance.
Hands slung casually in my pockets, panties pinched between my fingers, I announce to the cast and crew, “Sorry, looked everywhere and couldn’t find any spurs.”
CHAPTER 29
Julia
Julia
Need to run something past you.
Emmett
In person?
Julia
Yes. Where are you?
Emmett
Is this code for you want me to go down on you again like yesterday?
Julia
We’re really excelling at keeping it professional, huh?
Emmett
I’ve never excelled at professionalism, to be honest. But I promise not to eat your pussy again.
Emmett
This morning.
Emmett
Maybe later, though. If you’re lucky.
Julia
That was a onetime thing, remember? Now tell me where you are.
Emmett
Barn office, going over a couple of contracts for Parker.
Julia
Be there in twenty minutes. I’ll try to wear something that will keep your mind out of the gutter.
Emmett
Doll, that outfit doesn’t exist.
I woke up to an email from Richard telling me to double-check the set and make sure nothing is out of place for tonight’s elimination ceremony. I already know it’s perfect because I manage this location with neurotic precision. After all, it’s my cover for spending more time around Emmett.
But the final line of “don’t let me down” read an awful lot like a threat. So here I am, checking the setup at the bunkhouse. Flowerpots watered, and their contents deadheaded. The trellis and archway set exactly the way they need to be for filming. Everything in order, as expected.
This is also my way of stalling on the second request in that email from the big boss. The part where he wants me to book Emmett for a bull-riding demo at a local rodeo. Richard believes it will make him “even more irresistible” to the women on the show and to the viewers. And while I don’t disagree, I do know that, thanks to Carl, Emmett’s feelings around the local rodeo circuit might be… complicated.