Wicked Lovers 05.5 - Wicked To Love Read Online Free PDF

I’m sorry if you took my hesitation to mean that I didn’t want you, Em. But you’ve spent some time thinking about us. I’m a little behind the curve. I’m so used to seeing you as professional and capable, not mind-blowingly sexy. Give me a little time to adjust. I’ll get there.”
    And suddenly, he knew that he would. Fast. Already, he knew the idea of returning to their old relationship of strictly boss and employee wouldn’t fly. The thought left a wretched taste in his mouth. But he also wanted her back professionally. So they were going to learn to navigate an office romance.
    “ Promise me that you’ll only be with me if you truly want to,” she demanded, but a hint of tears swam in her eyes.
    Brandon had never seen Emmy vulnerable. It brought out all his protective instincts. God, he’d been such a blind idiot for the past three years. But he couldn’t change the past now. All he could do was show her how much he wanted her, how rapidly she was becoming important to him.
    “ I want to be here, baby. Don’t doubt that.” He leaned closer and fused their mouths together. And he moaned. Somehow, she tasted even sweeter now. How was that possible? She’d already been addicting. Now, he absolutely craved her.
    “ Good. Can I…” She bit her lip again, and Brandon wanted to kiss it and make it all better. “Can I do something to you that I’ve been dying to?”
    “ I’m all yours.” He rolled to his back and spread his arms wide.
    She rose on her knees above him, her long, golden hair draping over her shoulders, brushing the slopes of her breasts and her nipples. Fuck, that was hot. But the vision of Em didn’t just tug on his cock. Her tentative but curious expression hit him further north, square in the chest.
    A moment later, she braced her hands on his shoulders, then ran her palms down his chest. She scraped her nails across his nipples, and he hissed. He was sensitive there, always had been. But her touch did something extra to him. When she followed the touch by dragging her hot little tongue across his nipple, Brandon thought he might come out of his skin.
    Em nipped and sucked, tweaked and flicked. He closed his eyes. Arousal grew, climbed, until it clawed through his system. He groaned, bucked, his cock so hard now, it raged for her attention.
    Brandon had engaged in nothing but casual sex for years. But nothing he was having with Em felt casual in the least. A need to take her, possess her, raged inside him. He was seconds away from turning caveman, from shoving her on her back and pumping her full of his cock until they both came.
    Then Em clasped his erection again in her deft little hands. She bent, and her mouth followed. His world tilted. Oh god . He was going to die. The wet, hot silk of her mouth was going to kill him for sure. But he’d do it with a smile on his face.
    Brandon groped around for something to fist. He couldn’t find the blankets. He settled for Em’s golden hair—and he used it ruthlessly, controlling the pace of her mouth over his throbbing dick. He pushed her faster, deeper, listening for any sounds of distress. She only moaned. Raising his hips, he fucked her mouth wildly. Such a tight fit. And she wasn’t panicked or struggling. Em moaned and tried to take more, relaxing her throat. When she swallowed around the head of his cock, his eyes damn near rolled into the back of his head.
    “ Take me, Em,” he growled. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
    The way she panted around him, the flare of her tongue running up the underside of his dick, the long moments she spent laving that one sensitive spot just under the head, the grip she used to hold the inches she couldn’t fit into her mouth, her little whimpers as she caressed his balls with tender fingers—they all stacked up, threatening to break down his control.
    She’d keep going if he let her. She’d suck him to orgasm and swallow him down and expect nothing in return. Em was used to giving him