Author note:

This is not the chapter I originally had planned out. But, the muse does what she wants. I hope you enjoy!

CH 56-Something's Burning

Jason decided to have one last team get together before they sold the house. It was a last hurrah and a 'Thank you' to the whole team for their help.

The contract had been drawn up and signed. They would move out by April 1st. Jason had found a small, two-bedroom condo that was a perfect fit for him and Mikey and would pick up the keys in a couple weeks so they could move in.

Clay had already made a couple trips with his truck to move some of Emma's things to the apartment. Her room was looking pretty bare with just the essentials left.

The party had been scheduled for Saturday, as always, pending that they didn't get a call. Jason had promised Emma that he would take care of all the food etc. as long as she made the desserts.

Since they had already moved several items from the kitchen that Jason knew he wouldn't use, including the baking supplies, she was at the apartment baking cookies. Her Summer clothes had also been moved, so she was doing some early packing as well.

Clay had run out for some last-minute ingredients for her next batch of cookies and she was in the bedroom trying on her new swimsuit. Emma heard him come in the front door and call out to her.

"I'm in here," she answered.

He was talking to her even before he walked into the room. "Hey Em, I got those mini Reese's cups you needed. The bag didn't say…"

He stopped talking immediately when he saw what she was wearing. "Wh…Whoa…"

"You like it? I got it for our trip."

The swimsuit in question was a barely-there, sapphire blue bikini. The tiny triangles that hardly covered her breasts were held together by strings. And the bottoms were cut in such a way that they gave him an eyeful of her smooth, round behind.

"Uh…yea, I like. But please tell me you have another suit to wear."

"Why?"

"It's gonna get pretty uncomfortable for me if I have to spend our entire trip hard for you."

He watched her eyes widen and saw her nipples begin to press against the flimsy fabric of the top. Clay reached out and pulled her to his body. One hand snuck into the back of the bottoms and cradled her ass, while the other untied the bow at her neck that held that teeny top in place. His mouth plucked at her lips and then moved down to suckle her breasts.

"Ahhh…Clay."

Just as he laid her down on the bed and was about to peel the last bit of fabric off her body, they heard the buzzer go off on the oven.

"Ugh. The cookies. I have to take out the cookies."

"Let 'em burn," he mumbled as he bit down gently on her nipple.

"I….Oh! I can't."

He kissed his way down her stomach and swirled his tongue around her navel. He stood up and started toward the kitchen.

"I'll go get the cookies. You…be naked when I get back."

He returned to the bedroom and she was waiting for him, stark naked and sexy as hell.

"Did they burn?"

"Don't care," he answered as he fell to his knees beside the mattress. "I'm having dessert now."

He pulled her to the edge of the bed and hooked a leg over each shoulder. Placing the flat of his tongue against her, he drug it all the way up her drenched core.

"Ahhh...unh, unh." She couldn't even form words. Clay smirked and felt his chest puff out.

She had one hand gripping the sheets and the other searched for something to hold on to. He reached up and threaded his fingers through hers.

He used the tip of his tongue to trace patterns against her clit. She was bucking her hips and thrashing her head back and forth. Maybe it was too much stimulation for her. So, he switched to pressing kisses inside her folds.

"Clay, Clay please…" She began to beg, but her wanted to hear her say it.

"What Emmie? What do you need?"

"Your tongue, ahh…"

"My tongue," he teased.

"Yes. Please. Oh God Clay! Lick me pleeeease!"

He immediately returned to licking and sucking at her sensitive bud until she shattered.

He kissed his way back up her body until he could look her in the eyes.

"You okay baby?"

"Mmmhmmm. Honey?"

"Yea?"

"Take off your clothes."

"Em, you don't have to…" He wanted to make sure didn't feel obligated. But as he looked at her, he could see her hunger for him reflected in her eyes.

"Clay. Take. Off. Your. Clothes," she repeated as she reached to unbutton his jeans. Hearing those words fall from her lips almost did him in. He was barely undressed when she pulled him down on the bed and straddled him.

"God, Emma!"

She rocked back and took him inside her. Emma rose up and down repeatedly, sliding slowly over his length. Clay grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

"Emmie, Em…baby." His breath was coming in quick pants. He pulled her down to his mouth and kissed her firmly. She felt him tense and then the warmth of his release spilled into her.

They settled in under the covers, spooned together. Clay kissed her shoulders and stroked up and down her thigh.

"You know that you have to help me to finish up the cookies now, right?"

"Why do you need my help?"

She turned over in his arms and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "Because you're the one who distracted me in the first place."

His brows shot up in surprise. "I distracted you? I wasn't the one that was standing around basically naked."

"You've seen me before. Can't you try and control yourself?"

"Nope." He kissed her nose and gave her that charming grin. "And I don't plan to, ever."

She was 100% on-board with his plan.