For the rest of the limo ride, Emily had stayed in Sonny's lap, happily exchanging kisses with the mob boss. Her next oh-shit-what-am-I-doing moment came when she found herself standing in the living room of Sonny's penthouse. What the hell was she doing there? She was a freakin' virgin for crying out loud. The first orgasm that she had ever experienced that wasn't brought about by her own hand had just occurred down in the limo. Why had she agreed to go home with him when she had zero experience and no clue what she was doing?
Sonny came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Emily jumped, not expecting the embrace. Sonny chuckled and dropped a feather soft kiss on the side of her neck. "Why are you so nervous, sweetheart?"
Emily's mouth decided that it was a good time to run away with her. "You're older than me, I know what you do, you're my brother's boss, my family hates you, I'm one of those rare-for-her-age virgins and you're sex on legs – "
She was actually grateful when he spun her in his arms and silenced her with his lips on hers. "Are you finished?" Sonny asked with a smirk once he pulled away.
Struck momentarily stupid by his kiss, Emily could only nod.
Sonny laughed, "good," before he gave her another quick kiss. "None of those things bother me – "
"Not even the virgin thing?" she interrupted him.
He tightened his arms around her. "Especially not the virgin thing. I'd already guessed you were one from your reactions in the limo, querida. We got time. We can just go to bed. We don't have to do anything tonight. As for the rest of it? I can't change my job or Jason's," he shrugged. "Your family will probably never like me and I can't magically make myself twenty years younger. I can live with all of that but if you can't, I'll have Milo drive you home and we can pretend this never happened."
Sonny was giving her an out that Emily didn't want to take. She could never pretend that nothing had happened. Plus, she had to have drawn attention to herself at the No Name. By tomorrow, the word would be out about her and Sonny in Port Charles. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want to stay," she assured him. "But only if this is more than a one-night thing."
Sonny smiled, his dimples on full display, as he pulled her a little closer. She could now feel the effect that she had on him pressing against her stomach. "Querida, this can be an every night thing if you think you could handle it." He sounded very sure of himself.
Emily wasn't sure that she could handle it but was willing to give it one hell of a try.