Chapter 146
Daelan
Wow.
I watch as Emmaline walks into my office with those tiny skirts of hers that she loves so much.
The skirt is barely there, dark fabric hugging her hips, riding high on her thighs, and she's paired it with one of those tops that leaves just enough to the imagination to be dangerous. Her hair is loose, falling over her shoulders, and she's wearing lipstick. Red. The kind that stains.
I'm the luckiest man alive.
She walks like she owns the world.
And she does. She owns my world.
She comes close. She doesn't stop.
She straddles me.
Her legs part over my lap, her knees sinking into the leather of the office chair, her hands finding my shoulders for balance.
She's warm through the thin fabric of her skirt, and I'm suddenly very aware of every point where her body touches mine.
"You're so busy these days," she says, placing a hand on my neck, running a manicured finger down my throat. "It hurts me."
