▪️ Emily ▪️ Wildly, she grabbed Ace's hand, and they sprinted the two blocks to his co-op, where they ran past the startled concierge and practically fell into the elevator, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies with abandon. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. I can’t wait.” Ace tugged at her and WEmily moaned. “You can’t…I won’t let you fuck me in the elevator.” “I just need to touch you. Prove it’s really you here with me.”Ace slid his palm into Emily's pants and cupped her, sending shockwaves of desire pulsing through her. His pants grew hot and damp. She’d never been so turned-on in all her life, and it was with her best friend’s younger brother. Her assistant. How fucking wrong was this? How fucking wrong was it that she didn’t give a damn? The elevator reached her floor, and they tumbled out. Emily fumbled with her keys for a moment, her shaking hands making it impossible to open the lock. Finally they entered, and Ace shut
▪️Ace▪️ What the hell did Emily mean by that? Not that Ace really cared to delve deeper, not when Emily continued to press butterfly-soft kisses along his neck and rub those hands over his stomach. Hell, he’d give up food for a week to keep Emily sweet like this. “Stay and have dinner with you?” “Mmhmm.” Emily sucked at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and as physically exhausted as he was, Ace's body responded. “Stay.” His nipples beaded tight, and Emily rolled the stiff points until Ace whimpered. “Okay…please, Emily…” He couldn’t form the words, and his head lolled onto Jude’s shoulder. Emily's lips curved in a smile. “I like hearing you ask me nicely.” “If you kill me, I won’t be able to say anything.” “That might be a good thing too sometimes. Silence has its virtues.” Emily's chuckle rumbled through him, and Ace couldn’t stop the smile breaking over his lips. “Come on, then. Let’s get you something t
▪️Ace▪️ He took a chance and swept the lock of hair off Emily's brow, then brushed a kiss over her half-open mouth. “A little of both. I like to live dangerously.” With a bounce in his step, he hastened to the kitchen before Emily could change her mind, and grabbed the loaf of whole wheat bread on the counter. Emily's soft footsteps followed him, and Ace tensed, preparing for another of her quicksilver mood changes and an order to get out. “The jam is in the refrigerator.” Ace peered over his shoulder at a sight he never thought he’d see after their tumble together at the wedding. Emily, naked except for panties, hair disheveled, lips still red from their frantic kisses, looking so enticing,Ace was ready to toss the sandwich and jump her. Instead, he narrowed his eyes. “You keep your jam in the fridge? That’s silly. It doesn’t spoil. It belongs in the cabinet.” “No it doesn’t.” Choosin
▪️ Emily ▪️ Snuggled warm and deep under the comforter, Emily stretched and cracked one eye open to see it was only five a.m. she hummed with the satisfaction that she still had plenty of time before she had to get up, walk Ruth's dog, then get ready for work. A golden-haired, tanned arm held her close, and long legs tangled with hers. She smiled to himself and sighed. A soft kiss landed on her shoulder. “Are you awake?” Ace kissed her again. “Mmm. Barely. Who would be at this hour?” “Those of us who wake up and aren’t in their own bed.” Hearing the note of uncertainty in Ace's voice, Emily rolled over. The sight of a sleepy-eyed Ace, that glorious sun-streaked mane of his in full bedhead mode, set his pussy's to attention. “Are you having regrets now?” Emily asked. “About what happened?” A wistful smile teased Ace's lips. “Hell, no. I’m hoping you don’t. But I can’t wear the same clothes I wore yesterday to the office
▪️ Emily ▪️ “I’ve been washing myself since I was a girl. If you keep this up, the dog will have an accident, which I’ll make you clean up, plus we’ll both be late for work.” She turned off the water. “And I’d have to dock you for missed hours.” “Bastard.” Laughing, Ace swooped in for a kiss, his lips soft and wet. They clung to each other for a moment, stood there with the water dripping off their hair. “This is really nice.” Ace ducked his head and grabbed a towel, but not before Emily spotted the pink rising in his cheeks. Her heart did a swoony dip. They dressed, and Emily's nerves rose with each step toward Ruth's apartment. At six thirty in the morning, she wasn’t prepared for a barrage of questions she didn’t have answers for. She let herself in with her key. Foxy was already waiting by the door, and Ruth was walking out from the bedroom. At the sight of her with Ace at her shoulder, her morning smile brightened to supernova and her brows flew up.
▪️ Emily ▪️ They’d agreed to arrive at the office separately so as not to draw suspicion, but since they were usually the first two in the office anyway, it hardly mattered. Ace shut Emily's office door behind him and pushed her against it, his tongue sweeping inside Emily's mouth, their kiss so filthy and deep, Emily's head spun. He cupped Emily's breast and massaged her nipples m “This has to hold both of us all day,” Ace said. “Think of me all naked in bed. Every time I see you, know I’m hard as a rock in my pants, and all it would take is one touch for me to come.” Emily allowed herself another taste of Ace's lips before stepping away. “You’re a little shit, you know that?” “And you like it,” Ace responded with a cocky smile. Emily pulled at his tie and kissed Ace one last time. “Yeah, I do. Now get that ass to work.” She moved behind the safety of her desk and scrubbed her face. Ace opened the door. “We have a meeting with the new client, a
▪️Ace▪️ At six p.m., he yawned and closed his eyes to relieve the strain from staring at his computer all afternoon. Once he’d finished with Simone, which took up the entire morning, Emily had called him in to a video conference with the candy company executives to speak about his suggestions. The rest of the afternoon he followed Emily into meeting after meeting, taking notes on what was discussed, typing them up, and putting them into the shared drive for Emily to review. “Sleeping on the job?” He startled, and his eyes flew open to see Emily smiling, arms crossed and lounging in his doorway. Ace's shirt collar lay open, and his hair was mussed as if he’d been running his hands through it. “Not on your life.” All buttoned up, Emily oozed power and prestige, with a haughty, untouchable, almost dark facade. A woman of mystery. But Ace preferred this Emily—a bit rumpled and weary, unlaced and approachable.
▪️Ace▪️ Two hours later, juggling a pizza box, he rang the bell at Emily's apartment. Nerves rattled inside him. Ostensibly, this was their first official date, and he had no idea what to expect. The door opened, and Emily, looking mouthwateringly sexy in a dress of cool, gave her a smile that let her know he shared the same nerves. “Hi.” Emily arched a dark brow. “Pizza?” Ace breezed past Emily even though she was anything but lighthearted. “From Lombardi’s on Spring Street. What better way to start the evening of our first date than pizza and beer?” He set the box down on the kitchen island and sniffed the air. His stomach growled. “What’s that smell?” Emily ducked her head. “I figured if we started working, we’d be hungry, so on the way home I stopped and got a big box of appetizers. I don’t know how to cook well but I can heat things up like a pro.” How Ace managed to keep a straight face when his insides had turned all melty, he didn’t kn