Page 121 of The Obsession
I wasn’t sure how things would go with Emily when Iarrived at the club, but going home to an empty house is a godsend. I won’t need to hold back with her. I don’t even need to lock her away in my room. I can fuck her on every surface of the house if I want to, and that thought has my already rock-hard cock pulsating behind the zipper of my trousers.
The thought of finally being able to bury myself in that tight pussy is almost too much.
For that reason alone, my focus remains forward as I reach down to adjust my dick. Not much has been said on the drive home, but I don’t have to glance over to know that Emily’s eyes are boring into the side of my head. I can feel the heat of her gaze.
I’m not ignoring her, per se; I’m just trying to keep a grip on the thoughts running wild in my head. If I look at her for too long, if I let myself get pulled back into whatever the hell that was in the alley, I won’t make it home before I lose every ounce of control.
I don’t want our first time to be in my car on the side of the highway. I need to take my time and worship every inch of her delectable body. I want to experience every dirty desire I’ve had with her in real time.
I want to learn what makes her fall apart, what makes her gasp my name, what makes her hold on to me like she doesn’t want to let go, and when I’m done, I don’t want there to be a single man on this earth who could ever compare.
As I turn onto our street, curiosity gets the better of me. I risk a glance, darting my eyes in her direction. I’m not sure what I expect to find, but it’s definitely not the goofy smile curving her pretty lips.
“What?” I ask, my brow furrowing.
“Nothing,” she says, her smile only growing.
“That smile says otherwise.”
She lifts one shoulder. “I’m just happy.”
“Happy?”
“Yes. Happy you’re here. Happy Lucia’s plan worked.”
“Plan? What plan?”
“Operation Takedown. She said it was foolproof, that it’s what she used to win over Romeo. I didn’t think it would work, but I was wrong.”
I clear my throat, trying to push down the annoyance rising in my chest. I should’ve known that little spitfire was behind this. “So what you’re saying is tonight was basically a trap?”
Her smile slips, replaced by a small grimace. “It wasn’t a trap, more like a test.”
My eyes narrow. “What kind of test?”
“A test to see if you actually like me.”
“You know I do, Emily,” I grumble.
“After last night, I wasn’t so sure.”
“So she wasn’t really there to be your wing woman tonight? To help you pick up another man?”
“God, no. Why would you think that?”
“Because that’s what that vixen told me tonight was all about.”
Emily gasps. “She did? When?”
“When you were in your room getting ready.”
“Wow, she’s more cunning than I thought.”
“I can’t believe she did that.”
“Don’t be mad at Lucia,” she says softly. “Her heart’s in the right place.”
“I don’t like being made a fool of.”
