Page 101 of Knot Convenient

I even took my own car.

The door to his practice was open, with no receptionist, so I walked straight through to his office.

I waited a second for Emmett to look up from his paperwork. The lighting in his office was dim, as everyone else had gone home and it was just him, casting Emmett in a soft orange glow. He looked up, his face immediately breaking into a smile, and I held up the box of freshly baked cookies that I’d brought him.

“Care for a late-night treat? You’ve been working so hard.” I straightened, stepping inside Emmett’s office and approaching his desk. “I figured you deserved it.”

I watched as he closed his laptop and then his notepad, getting up from his seat behind the desk to join me in front of it. He swiftly wrapped an arm around me and took the cookies with the other.

“These smell incredible. Thank you.” He kissed my cheek, giving me a squeeze before taking back his hand so that he could open the box. Emmett took out two cookies, handing me one. “Cheers.”

With a laugh, I bumped my cookie into his, taking a bite. I had to admit it was a damn good cookie, and that was supported all the more by the throaty moan Emmett let out. Smiling, he set down the box on the chair next to us, and I finished up my treat, wiping my hands against each other to get rid of the crumbs.

“You really came all the way down here just to give me a box of cookies?” I smiled even wider and shrugged. “I'm going to assume that you have Marshall with Milo?”

“They are currently sacked out. With all that teething, I have a feeling I'm going to find them exactly where I left them when I get home.”

He chuckled, wrapping me in his arms again, dusting a gentle kiss over my lips. Even the innocent gesture had my heartbeat pitter-pattering, the heat rising in my body.

“Well, I have to admit that getting this visit is definitely the best thing that's happened all day. I won't lie, it's been a rough one. I've been working so hard on this case that I didn't even realize what time it was. It's damn good to see you when I've been staring at paperwork all night.”

“It's good to see you too.” I settled against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. As I gazed up into his eyes, they found mine in that particular way. We both stared at each other, not saying anything, enjoying the companionable silence. Before long, however, his forehead dropped to mine, both of our mouths inching closer to each other, until they met.

Kissing Emmett had always felt incredible, but right now, I could sense the urgency behind his touch, the way he needed this connection after being trapped by paperwork for so long. His tongue slid against the seam of my lips, asking for entry, and I eagerly let him in. The feeling of him kissing me was spectacular, his touch pulling me closer, fingertips digging into the small of my back as his hand slipped lower beneath my hips. Emmett cupped my ass, squeezing tightly, and I squeaked against his mouth.

“Are you sure this is a good place to do this?” I looked around frantically. Even with no one here, I was undeniably nervous about getting busy in his office. “Will someone show up?”

“I highly doubt anybody is coming back, but if it will make you feel better…” Emmett slipped away, and I immediately felt the absence of his arms around me, wanting that warmth again. Still, he was quick to jog to the door and flip the lock with a resounding click. “…I'll make sure no one can get in. Now, where were we?”

Emmett was back to me in a flash, and I giggled as he swept me up into his arms, his lips meeting mine again. The kiss was passion and rising heat within moments. I could sense the way he was hungry for this. My arms were around his neck again in seconds, and then he scooped one of his hands beneath my ass, hoisting me up so that I was straddling his hips.

I yelped from the abrupt movement, smiling and laughing as he backed us up. Emmett leaned just a bit, shoving the notebooks off his desk, careful to make sure that his laptop was shoved all the way to the far corner. He raised me up and then plopped me down on the firm wooden surface, his body pressed between my legs.

We were a tangle of limbs as we kissed endlessly. I hurried through unlooping his tie, pulling the fabric through itself, and flinging it to the ground. My fingers fumbled over the buttons of his shirt, working them free as he gathered up my skirt and shoved the thing over my hips. He didn't take his shirt off but let it hang open, then the two of us worked on his belt and zipper. All the while, Emmett never stopped kissing me.

I leaned back, exposing my neck to him. He nibbled on the tender flesh as he squeezed in tighter, his hand going to my breast and gripping tightly. A moan bled out of me, rumbling against his lips. For as apprehensive as I might have been, now I was absolutely desperate for this. I needed him inside me, needed his knot filling me up.

Emmett's hand skimmed my side, moving lower and lower, until he was between my thighs, massaging the already-wet fabric of my panties into my pussy.

“You’re so wet, princess. Goddamn, it drives me wild.” He nuzzled into my neck, nipping at me as I arched and rubbed against his fingers.

“Please. Please, Emmett. I need you. I need your knot inside me.” I was a whimpering mess at this point, my pussy begging—screaming—for more of his touch, for his cock.

His fingers slipped beneath my underwear, pushing the fabric to the side. There was something about that, about how he didn’t even bother with removing them, focused so intently on getting more of me. It was intoxicating, making me feel so wanton and sexual. Before I’d met Pack Winters, it had been way too long since I’d felt like anything more than a mom and broke student.

The way the guys had made me feel—the way Emmett did now—was beyond my wildest dreams, and I loved every second of it.

“Come on my fingers, princess. Let me feel your pussy pulse, and then I’ll fill you up. I’ll knot my sweet omega right here on my desk.”

My head was spinning, but I’d do just about anything Emmett asked of me right now, especially orgasm. I was already nervous, and he hadn’t even dipped his fingers inside me yet. When he finally did, I whimpered, unable to stop the desperate, throaty moan from escaping as he began to pump them in and out of me, hooking into my G-spot.

The office smelled of spiced apples and sweet tea.

Along with the scent of two extremely horny individuals…

“That’s it, baby.” He moved slowly and purposefully, making sure every single one of my nerves got attention. “Fuck, princess, you’re so warm…squeezing my fingers…and so wet.”

Emmett was right. The slick was practically raining from me. I was so worked up, but I couldn’t stop the way I blushed, knowing this was happening on his desk, and I was making an absolute mess out of it. I didn’t want to stop, though. God, no. It was too incredible, too needed, and I rocked my hips against him, grinding down on Emmett’s fingers like my life depended on it.