Three more knocks. “Open it, Embyr.” Casen commands. “I want to see you. Don’t put anything on. Just open it.”
I freeze, paralyzed with the thought Casen might be here and hoping like hell I’m not getting my hopes up. I keep the phone at my ear and tiptoe to the door. Taking a peek through the peephole I find it’s blocked. “Is that you? Are you here?”
“I want you to open the door. Open it fucking wide, Embyr, and you better be naked. Your hands better be soaked with your orgasm because I want to lick it off them. Open. The. Fucking. Door.”
My throat constricts as I unlatch the security bar and slide the door handle down. I take a deep breath and throw the door all the way open, placing my trust in Casen and hoping like hell it’s him on the other side.
It is.
“What are you doing here?”
He eyes my naked form up and down. “I wanted to be here with you so that during your off time you’d have someone to do.” He winks.
All six feet of him takes over the doorway as he pushes me in, turning on the soft light of the entryway, and moves me to the bed. He drops his stuff onto the floor and grabs my right hand. He places it in his mouth, licking between each finger. “Fuck, Embyr. Lay down. I want to lick the rest of this up from between your legs.”
He shoves my shoulders, essentially pushing me to the soft blanket and lifts my legs over his shoulders. His fingers spread my lips apart and his tongue begins to soak up the remnants of my self-induced orgasm.
When he’s finished, he quickly stands up, ridding himself of all his clothes. My jaw drops. Even though I’ve seen him naked dozens of times I still am in shock of how well kept his body his. The tight lines of his muscles make me want to run my tongue along every crevice. His knee comes up onto the bed and the sound of a notification coming from my phone distracts his purpose. He picks it up, and his brow furrows.
“Why is your boss texting you right now and apologizing?” he asks, angrily.
I sit up, taking the phone from him and read the message.
Derrick Masters: I’m so sorry, Embyr. I’d like to talk about it in the morning.
I sit up, forcing him to sit up as well, ready to extinguish this heat. “I was going to tell you before we started our little phone session.”
Telling Casen face to face, with the perpetrator on the other side of the wall, is much harder than I would have imagined. He stills. “Tell me what?”
Both of us are sitting here naked and I feel as though we need to get dressed. I almost suggest we do but I don’t want to prolong this. “He kissed me tonight.”
It’s eerie. The calm he exudes right now. He doesn’t turn red. He doesn’t start breathing heavy. He doesn’t storm off. He just quietly asks, “Did you kiss him back?”
I shake my head. “No, absolutely not. I pushed him away immediately.”
He bites the side of his cheek. “Where is his room?” He doesn’t stand up. Doesn’t move to put any clothes.
Hesitantly, I point to the wall. “Right next to us.”
He shakes the bed, the headboard hitting the wall, and then crawls up my body, compelling me to lie down.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
A devious smile plays over his lips. “Claiming you.”
I’m going to have a lot to explain to Derrick in the morning. Like why, despite my attempts, I was yelling out Casen’s name as the headboard banged into our neighboring wall.
***
The next morning, Casen and I find Derrick at the breakfast buffet. Derrick eyes us skeptically but soon, recognition registers, and then fear.
Casen walks straight to him, extending a hand. “Casen Parker, Embyr’s boyfriend.”
Derricks eyes grow wide as he looks from Casen, to me, then back to Casen. “Derrick Masters. Embyr’s boss.”
Their hands drop.
“Nice to meet you,” Casen tells him. “If you could keep your hands and your lips off my girlfriend I’d appreciate it.”
