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So, I've had some requests to re-post Stronger Than Lust on FFN. I had to pull it a few months ago, but I'm going to give it another shot here.
This is a Rose and Emmett companion piece/outtake to Stronger Than Blood, but it can stand alone. It takes place before Stronger Than Blood. Remember what Emmett said happened at the Cullen Consulting Christmas party? (He talks about it early on in Stronger Than Blood)
*This story has a major Lemon!* Be forewarned.
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My martini is heavy on the gin. It's my second, and judging by the looks I'm getting from the hotel bartender, he's trying to get me drunk. I frown at the olive stuck at the bottom of the glass. It keeps slipping off the toothpick I'm attempting to stab it with.
"Rosalie." I roll my eyes at the man that comes to stand next to me. He orders a Macallan, neat. Under normal circumstances, I would be spending my free time anywhere he wasn't. Tonight we're stuck in a hotel ballroom for the office Christmas party. Joy to the world.
"Edward." It gets under his skin that I refer to him by his first name. I was never told to address him differently, so I don't. Also, I find the growl he releases each time funny.
"Don't go too heavy on the alcohol," he says, grabbing his drink. "I may need you to come in for a few hours tomorrow." I scowl at his smirk.
"With all due respect, Edward, I'm busy tomorrow."
"With all due respect, Rosalie, weekend hours are in your job description." He saunters off with his whisky. Jackass. When I know he can't see me anymore, I hold both hands up and flip him off.
"Not a big fan of my brother?" A voice chuckles from the other side of the bar.
I turn wide-eyed to find Emmett Cullen watching me. His shoulders are shaking as he tries to hold back laughter. My face turns red, but I flip my hair and pretend I don't care.
"He's a jerk," I reply, and down the rest of my martini. The olive comes with it.
"He has his moments," Emmett says, scooting down the bar. He motions for the bartender to make me another drink.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"I'm sorry for being a bitch." Except, I'm not. He calls me out, raising a brow. "Fine. I'm sorry you had to see it."
"I'm just impressed you're not terrified of Edward. You're the first secretary we've had that's lasted over a year. Most of them either run away after a month or two, or he fires them."
"He tried to fire me once. But your father was there and reminded us that he hired me, not Edward. I like your father."
Emmett chuckles again and takes a pull of his beer. "Yeah, dad's a little more level-headed. I'm glad you didn't get fired. You do good work." I smile at the compliment. "It's also nice to have a gorgeous woman greet me when I walk into the office every morning." He fiddles with the label on his bottle, glancing up just long enough to judge my reaction.
I must have a look of shock written on my face because he mumbles "sorry" and goes back to his beer.
My eyes roam over Emmett's frame. He spends his lunch breaks in the company's gym, and the hard work has paid off. I bite my lip as my hand roams over his bicep. I feel him flex under the fabric of his suit. Oh dear God! What am I doing?
"I am so sorry!" I look up in horror. His baby blue eyes dance with amusement.
"Hey, no problem. They're there to impress."
I snort. "Your humility is your best attribute. Has anyone ever told you that?" I thank the bartender as he slides another martini in front of me.
"Nah, my best attribute is my devastatingly good looks." He winks. I'm a goner.
I've had a massive crush on Emmett since I started at Cullen Consulting. Sure, the company is a front for La Famiglia. I'm not an idiot, I know he's no good for me, but the heart wants what the heart wants. So does the libido.
"So, Emmett. How much can you bench?" One thing I know about men is they love to tell you how strong they are. Not like the answer is going to mean anything to me, but lord knows I'm going to pretend it does.
"Three hundred and fifty-five pounds." His chest puffs up with pride.
"Wow," I say, all breathy, and sip my drink.
"So, Rosalie, tell me about yourself. What do you do when we're not working you to the bone?" He angles himself toward me. The body language a clear indication of attraction. I smile and cross my legs toward him. His gaze flicks from my face to my thighs.
"You can call me Rose. None of my friends call me Rosalie."
"I'm your friend now? Sweet!" He looks like he won the lottery.
"I'd love it if you'd be my friend!" I giggle. Oh God, I'm giggling. Yeah, these are some strong martinis. "Anyway, about me… well, I'm an avid runner, and I love yoga."
"I wouldn't have figured you for a yoga chick."
"I'm flexible." I give a sultry smirk. He fidgets in his seat. "Also, I spend way too much time reading romance novels. They're my guilty pleasure. But don't tell anyone that. I have a reputation to uphold."
"Romance novels, huh? What kind of romance novels?"
"The smutty ones." His eyes snap open and travel down my frame. They linger on my cleavage. I've got the girls pushed together with one of those strapless sticky bras. My sequined dress exposes far too much skin for a regular bra.
"Holy crap." His voice cracks, and he gulps down his beer.
"Other than that, I'm your average Chicago girl. What about you, Emmett? What do you do for fun?" I purr out his name. He definitely notices.
"I do- stuff." He can't keep his gaze off me now. I don't think he realizes that his answer was barely coherent. "Hey! There's a, uh, balcony! Yeah, there's a balcony, and it's outside?"
"There's a balcony outside?" I grin, and he nods. "Do you want to go see the balcony?" I speak slowly in case he has trouble comprehending.
"Yes! Let's see the balcony!" He stands and throws down a hundred-dollar bill. I take one last gulp of my martini, then take his outstretched hand.
I'm swaying on my feet, tipsier than I realized. Emmett thinks I've just tripped and wraps his arm around my waist to steady me. My hand smooths down his chest as I look up from under my lashes and thank him. He swallows hard.
We're the only ones out on the balcony, probably because it's fifteen degrees outside. Lights from the city bounce off Lake Michigan in the distance.
"It's beautiful," I say.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs. It's cliche, but I eat it up.
He holds me under his gaze while electricity singes the air around us. His fingertips skim across the exposed skin on my lower back. My heart pulses a staccato rhythm as I lift my hand to wrap around his neck.
"I've got to kiss you, Rose," He begs.
"What are you waiting for?" I dare.
His lips crash against mine as he pulls me tight against his body. I feel tiny wrapped in his muscular frame. One of my hands curls in his hair, the other grabs hold of his bicep. My grasp on him is the only thing keeping me upright. He's groping my ass and sliding his hand up under my breast. He hesitates, so I push back and whisper in his ear.
"Touch me, Emmett."
He groans and palms my breast. I remember the strapless sticky bra and hope it doesn't feel strange under my dress. He doesn't notice it. Lust makes us frantic. Our tongues battle for dominance, neither of us willing to give up control.
The balcony door swings open, and we split apart lightning fast. An older couple walks out to admire the view. They've got drinks in their hands, and it's clear they'll be out here for a while. Emmett grabs my hand, dragging me back inside.
We find a doorway that takes us into a long hallway. Emmett checks both ways before deciding on a direction, then pulls me forward. I stumble, trying to keep up with his long strides. Also, I'm a little drunk.
He finally stops outside a men's room door and tries to lead me inside.
"Emmett, are you kidding me? I'm not making out with you in the men's room!"
He's crestfallen. "Rose, I don't know where else to go!" He whines.
"Come on." It's my turn to drag him down the hall.
I push on his chest, forcing him to hide around a corner as I slip into the ladies' room. It's empty. I open the door and wave him inside, flipping the lock behind me.
"Holy shit, you guys have a couch in here? It smells like flowers! Why is it so pretty in here?" He's way too impressed.
"Emmett!" I raise my brows and my skirt. Just enough to show a few extra inches of thigh.
He growls and rushes over, pushing me against a wall. He slides a hand up my skirt and grips an ass cheek, squeezing roughly.
"Oh my God, Rose! Do you have a thong on?"
"Didn't want panty lines." I'm breathless as he nips at my neck.
He bucks his hips forward, and holy mother of God, he's packing heat! And I don't mean his gun. That's tucked in an ankle holster. I spotted it earlier.
"Fuck, Emmett!" I grind back against him, earning a guttural moan.
I'm lost in him. He's pushing his cock against my core, and despite the fabric of my thin panties and his suit, I'm getting close. I bite his ear lobe and get an "Oh Fuck, Rose!" in return. He rocks forward, earning a "Harder, Emmett!" He doesn't disappoint. His hips set a steady rhythm as I wrap my legs tight around his waist. His biceps flex as he grips my ass and holds me up. He's not even breaking a sweat.
I grab at his shoulders, looking for anything to ground me. My center tightens, and I lose control. My climax hits like a tsunami, wave after wave of pleasure ripples through my body. Stars cloud my vision, and I'm flying. Emmett keeps his hold on me as I go completely lax.
"Oh my God! That was so hot!" I glance up. He's beaming with pride.
"What about you?" I bite my lip. I'm pretty sure he's been left hanging.
"Nah, that was for you." He presses his lips against mine in a sweet kiss.
"Put me down," I demand.
"Was- uh, was that okay?" His smile falters. "Oh jeez, I'm sorry Rose! I thought- I didn't mean to go that far if you didn't want to!"
"Aww, that's sweet! But shut up." My feet hit the floor, and I wobble for a moment. Once I'm steady, I reach for his shoulders and spin us around. His back hits the wall as he watches me, confused.
I reach down and cup my hand over the front of his slacks.
"Oh god!" He moans. His head thumps against the wall.
I rub him over the expensive fabric until I know he's about to beg. My free hand traces down his chest as I slink to my knees. The sound of his zipper being pulled down makes his gaze lock on the movement.
"Oh man, Rose! You don't have to, Baby. I mean- it's okay if-"
"You don't want me to?" I give him a pout.
"Christ! Baby, if you want to…." He's trying to be the good guy. That's cute.
I lick my lips and settle on my knees, grinning as he whimpers. His hands are fisted tight at his sides. I know they won't stay there for long. I pull his pants and boxers to mid-thigh, and his member springs free. I take a moment to admire it because this is a penis worth admiring. A drop of liquid drips from the engorged head. I rub it off with my finger and then suck the digit into my mouth, keeping my eyes trained on his. He moans and bucks forward. I let my fingertips graze the length of his shaft before wrapping my hand around his thick girth.
"Oh, Rose! Please!"
I take him into my mouth, putting him out of his misery. I focus on relaxing my throat, taking in as much of him as possible. My hand grips the base of his cock, working the part I can't reach as I bob up and down. I run my tongue along his shaft and circle the head with each stroke. His fisted hands make their way into my hair, and his gentle grip helps build a rhythm.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum!" He tugs on my hair in warning. I ignore him, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. "Oh God, Baby! You gotta move!" He tugs harder, so I bat his hand away.
"Fuck!" He roars as he pushes his cock as far as I can take it. I swallow everything he gives me, then lick him clean before sitting back and wiping my mouth.
He's leaning against the wall breathing heavy, his eyes glazed.
"Baby, that was- the most amazing fucking thing I've ever experienced!" He gives me a blissful smile as he pulls me to my feet. We straighten our clothes, sending each other shy glances.
"I guess we should get out of here before someone comes knocking on the door." I shrug, not sure what else to say.
"Yeah, uh, probably a good idea."
I go out the door first, peeking to make sure the coast is clear. We scurry away from the scene of the crime and slip back into the party, hopefully undetected.
"Want another drink?" He's nervous.
"Sure?" I bite my lip, not sure what the protocol is after giving your sort of boss a blow job.
He kisses the back of my hand before sauntering off to the bar. I take a seat at a nearby table and scan the room. I'm happy to find my vision is clearing up since some of the alcohol worked its way through my system. I spot Emmett's parents, Carlisle and Esme, laughing with Edward on the other side of the dance floor. I narrow my eyes at Emmett's brother. Like hell, I was coming in to work tomorrow.
Work. Oh shit!
Horrified, I glance back to the bar where Emmett laughs with the bartender. Now, Edward and Carlisle are watching Emmett with the same grim look on their faces. They know. I stand and slink back toward the door. Maggie, a chick from HR, slides next to Emmett batting her lashes at him. I take a step back into the room, ready to throw down. Edward beats me to it. He crosses the room shaking his head, and claps Emmett on the back. He leans close, saying something to Emmett before throwing a pointed glance in Maggie's direction. They think Emmett fucked Maggie.
I take my chance and slip out the door. What the hell was I thinking?
I gave a mob boss's son a blow job, in a bathroom, at an office Christmas party!
I'm not sober enough to run in heels, so I strip off my shoes and scramble through the hotel lobby. The valet gets me an Uber in record time. Two minutes later, I'm climbing into the car as Emmett runs out of the hotel, calling my name.
I slam the door and tell the driver to floor it. Through the rear window, I see Emmett standing at the curb, shoulders sagging. At first, he's heartbroken, and it makes something inside me ache. But then determination seeps into his demeanor. He squares his shoulders and watches after me with a smirk pulling at his lips. I flip forward, my pulse racing.
Oh, God! What have I started?
EmPOV
Holy shit. I think I'm in love!
A/N:
If you haven't read Stronger Than Blood yet please check it out ;)