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Chapter 7

When Emma stepped out of the shower the next morning she heard chatter from the kitchen and groaned loudly as she distinguished Regina and Ruby's voices, accompanied by Graham's deep voice. Slipping into her business suit, she pulled her hair up into a straight hairdo and applied make-up before straightening her shoulders and walking into the kitchen.

"Good morning, everyone."

She didn't even look at them, just reached for a cup and put it on the coffee machine, pressing the button for a latte, praising whoever made her meet Graham and let her live with two men who loved their coffee and decided to buy a full automatic machine that applied the milk foam automatically.

Pulling the cup away and lifting it to her mouth, she took a gulp before she turned around and was welcomed by three pair of eyes glued to her face, all three of her friends wearing expectant expressions on their faces.

"Spill." Graham exclaimed, leaning forward, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I mean, you banged your guys all on the same night. That's the most awesome story I've heard in a long time."

"There is nothing to spill."

"Come on, Ems." Ruby whined. "How was it? I definitely couldn't complain."

"I don't kiss and tell. You know my rules." Emma replied, sitting down on a stool and wrapping her hands around the hot mug.

"When he is as good as Robin you definitely had an amazing night."

"Ems, they already gave me details and if I wouldn't be in a committed relationship I would definitely try to convince them to come to our side." Graham told her, shooting her a wink that made her laugh.

"Graham, I won't budge. You know that. It's only sex. And I never talk about my sex partners."

"Good morning, lovelies." August said as he stepped into the kitchen.

"God, Graham." Emma groaned, lifting an eyebrow as she watched August walk to the coffee machine, clearly suppressing a wince. "Please tell me the neighbors didn't hear you this time."

August actually blushed, pressing his tongue against the corner of his mouth as Graham said. "Don't worry. They didn't hear a thing."

Her eyes flickered to Graham, registering the glow that still lingered in his eyes as he looked at August and she narrowed her eyes, studying August more thoroughly, suddenly seeing thechafed skin at his wrists and at the corners of his mouth and she rolled her eyes, huffing out. "I don't wanna hear any details. Keep your kinky stuff to yourself."

"As if you aren't into that stuff, too." Graham shot back. "Don't forget I know you, Emma."

"Unfortunately you do." Emma muttered under her breath and put the empty mug on the counter. "Come on, ladies. Let's get to work before Gold gets a heart attack because we wasn't sitting at our desks at nine sharp."

She loved her job at Vogue, wouldn't trade it for anything else. But it did get exhausting from time to time, especially the week before the deadline for the next magazine and already two weeks before that Mr. Gold were barking through the corridors and snapping at everyone if they didn't move fast enough out of his way.

She reached for her coat and slipped into it, her purse suddenly appearing in front of her eyes as Graham stepped beside her and hold it in her direction.

"Just be careful, honey. Okay?"

"I will." Emma replied, raising up on her tiptoes and pressing a kiss against his cheek. "It's only sex. No feelings. No heartbreak. Just fun."

But as she closed the door behind her a voice in her head whispered that she might have to tread carefully with this one because he was definitely a rocket in bed and something about him was already tugging at something deep inside of her but she wouldn't give up on some more weeks of amazing sex only because of a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach.

-/-

"So ..." Robin leaned against the counter and shot him a grin. "Is she a spitfire in bed or not?"

"Didn't your woman satisfy you that you have to ask how my sex was?"

"Oh, I couldn't complain." Robin replied smugly. "Sex with Regina was amazing. I will definitely see her again."

"Told her about our real job?" Killian asked, slumping down on the couch and taking a huge sip of his coffee, definitely needing the caffeine.

"Of course not." Robin huffed. "It's not as if we are true love or anything. She wants to fuck a stripper. So she gets to fuck a stripper."

"You sound as if she is paying for it." Killian told him, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, trying to enjoy the last minutes of peace before he had to get up for work.

"Did you tell your woman what we are really doing for a living?" Robin questioned. "By the way, what's her name?"

"Her name is Emma." Killian said quietly, opening his eyes and throwing an exasperated look at his roommate. "And no, I didn't tell her about my real job. You know they are all freaking out the moment you tell them."

"So why are you giving me shit about not telling Regina?"

"I don't know." Killian sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Sorry, buddie. Lack of sleep, I guess."

"You won't get much in the next forty-eight hours either." Robin replied dryly, throwing the hoodie into his lap. "Get up. We have to hurry. Our shift starts in an hour."

Killian groaned and pushed himself off the couch, slipping into the hoddie and closing the zipper before following his friend into the hallway. It would be a long shift and thinking about a certain blond and the way she felt wrapped around him would definitely not help but he had a feeling that he would have a hard time not to think about her whenever he had a moment to take a break.

-/-

It had been one week since she had seen him and the desire was driving her insane. She needed him and from the gaze he was throwing her way he needed her as desperately.

She had booked a hotel room, didn't want to worry about roommates overhearing them. Not this time.

They hardly made it inside, his hands already under her shirt and shoving it up and over her head, his mouth around her nipple a second later and she groaned, knowing they wouldn't even make it to the couch as his fingers opened her pants, slipping in her panties and parting her folds, his low growl vibrating against her erect nub as he pushed one finger into her.

"God, so wet for me."

She pushed her shoes off her feet, wriggling out of her pants and panties, almost ripping his shirt apart as she pulled it over his head, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants a moment later and then he was in her hand, hard and hot, and a moan slipped over her lips as she started to pump him.

Hot lust was sizzling through her, her voice stumbling over the words as she croaked. "Get in me, Jones."

"As you wish."

She heard the telltale sound of the wrapper being ripped open, felt his fingers against her core as he pulled the condom over his length before he gripped her thighs and hauled her up, settling her legs around his waist, his fingers smoothing over her ass as he positioned himself, his eyes burning into hers as he tilted his hips and slipped into her.

She forgot everything around her as he fucked her against the wall with hard and deep thrusts, both of them too desperate for any finesse, nails digging into flesh, their kisses hungry and passionate as he slammed into her. She didn't even need his fingers on her clit, the orgasm hitting her hard as he plunged deep into her, his own release coming only seconds later, their bodies slick with sweat as his head dropped against her shoulder, both panting for breath.

-/-

They had made it to the bed somehow, collapsing onto the mattress. But it had only taken a few minutes for them to recover before they were going at it again. A lot slower and tentative this time, her second climax a lot less violent but as satisfying at the first.

Rolling her head around, she was watching him, knowing it was time for the talk, the talk she had with all of her sex partners, and pushing herself up, she leaned back against the headrest.

"Okay, let's talk about the rules."

"There are rules?" Killian asked, raising an eyebrow, his mouth tilting up into a cocky smirk. "I didn't know you are into this kind of stuff."

"I am." Emma replied firmly, a grin pulling up the corners of her mouth as his eyes lit up with new hunger. "But not until I can trust you and that might take a while."

"Okay." Killian said softly, pushing himself up to be face to face with her, tugging the sheet around his waist. "So, shoot."

"No strings. No dates. Just sex." Emma started to explain. "No stories. No questions about our real lives."

"I can live with that."

"And I'll tell you when I'm ready to try something else." Emma elaborated. "We can bring toys and see if the other is willing to use it."

"Works for me."

"Good." Emma concluded, lifting her hand and trailing her fingers down his chest and stomach, stopping at the sheet that covered his already hard length. "So, how about a third round?"

"I thought you'd never ask."