Page 21 of All Tied Down

It’s intoxicating.

“If you want me to fuck you, Em, you gotta stop.” The words are pained, the muscles of his legs flexed and tense, making the black tribal tattoos marking his thighs dance as he tries to maintain control.

“That was barely a taste.” I pout, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth one last time before standing.

“I’ve been half hard for you all fucking day,” he grits out, struggling to take his pants off the rest of the way as I lie back on the bed and remove mine with far less issue. “You get off on edging me,” he growls, ripping the condom open from his jeans and rolling it down his length.

“You’re not wrong, and it’s hot as hell watching you trying to keep yourself in control.”

Stalking over to the bed, he doesn’t hesitate, the mattress dipping with his weight as he covers me with his body. Like we’ve been doing it for years, I wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts inside me, burying himself so deep I gasp and arch into him.

“Fuck, I missed your pussy.”

“I need you hard and fast, Garrett. I need⁠—”

I cry out in relief as Garrett thrusts into me over and over, the sound of our skin slapping as the headboard rattles and he grunts, praising me until I shatter.

The orgasm is violent, stunning, unstoppable as it moves through me. Days of pent-up frustration and exhaustion and rage all coming to the surface as Garrett fucks me through it, the intensity ratcheting up with his own desperation.

My name is a roar as he comes. His face masked with pleasure, his eyelids squeezed shut as his cock jerks inside me, his body vibrating as he rides out his release.

Perfection.

I want to weep at the relief coursing through my veins, my body undoubtedly sated after being used so thoroughly.

Garrett collapses on top of me, his face buried in my hair as he tries to catch his breath, and I let my legs fall to the mattress. I needed this—needed him.

But I’ll never admit that out loud.

We’re temporary.

And there’s no reason to pretend otherwise.

9

EMERSON

“What time is it?” Garrett grumbles into the mattress, half of his face tucked under the pillow, dark ink covering the upper part of his back as he lies gloriously naked and sleepy.

He’s adorable—the perfect balance between hard muscles and soft lines, his expression almost boyish as he stretches, snatching his pillow with both arms and nuzzling the dark blue fabric.

“Six.”

“In the morning?” he asks, popping open one dark brown eye before groaning and reaching for me, his arm trying to hook around my waist as I scoot closer to the end of the bed and grab my phone.

DESMOND: I sent you the talking points for the video call with your father

DESMOND: He’s been by my desk twice already this morning—I might need to work from home when you’re not here

DESMOND: New proposal in your inbox for charitable donations

EMERSON: I’m fine with you working from home when I am—we just need to make sure Quinn doesn’t burn the place down

DESMOND: I told her she’s not allowed to use the microwave unattended—there were actual flames

EMERSON: I don’t think I pay you enough

DESMOND: If I have to babysit her I might need a raise