35
JOELLE
We’ve been sneaking around now for weeks, and it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be.And hotter.
I wake up in Emmett's bed.Again.His arm is heavy across my waist, the city dark outside his windows.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Collette: Pierre's coming over for breakfast in 20 minutes. Get home.
"Shit." I bolt upright.
Emmett groans. "What?"
"Pierre. My apartment. Twenty minutes."
He's awake instantly. "Go. I'll text you later."
I'm dressed in thirty seconds, then pull my hair into a messy bun. My shirt is somewhere on his floor, but I can't find it, so I grab one of his hoodies instead.
"That's mine," he says from the bed, smirking.
"I'll give it back."
“No, you won’t. Keep it. You look good in my clothes. I like seeing my name on your back.”
“I know.” I smirk. That was a particular fantasy we have played out. Emmett told me he hadn’t stopped thinking about me wearing his hoodie, that he wanted to fuck me while wearing it, so he did. Bent me over the sofa one night, lifted the shirt, it was all I was wearing, took me from behind and fucked the life out of me. Hottest thing ever.
“Let’s do it again,” I say, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. He captures me and pulls me to him.
“Now my dick is hard.”
“Well, you’re going to have to use your hand, Captain.”
He groans. “You’re such a tease.”
I kiss him quickly, then rush out the door, running down the hallway. I slip into my apartment, wave hello to Collette, and run into my bedroom to jump in the shower quickly. I’m getting dressed when I hear Pierre’s knock at the door.
I hear Collette answer, "Pierre! Issy!"
"We were in the neighborhood getting breakfast and thought we'd stop by," I hear Pierre say.
"And I thought that maybe we could have a girls’ day. I need to find a dress for The Mavericks’ Christmas party, and I didn’t think you guys had gone shopping yet.”
My heart is still racing as I pull on jeans and a clean shirt. I check my reflection, hair damp from the shower but presentable, face flushed, but I can blame that on the hot water.
I walk out. "Hey! What's going on?"
"There you are," Issy says, pulling me into a hug, my wet hair dripping all over her.
"Sorry, just got out of the shower, early morning workout."
Collette coughs, trying to cover her laugh.
"Good for you," Pierre says cheerfully, setting a bag from the deli on the counter. "We brought bagels, your favorite."
“Yum. Thanks.” I’m starved.
