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Chapter Sixteen: Friday
Just like Emmett asked, Rose had packed a bag in the morning and taken it to work with her. All day, her eyes had been on the clock, watching the hands move at what seemed to be a fraction of their normal speed.
Riley—one of the professors who worked out of the museum—had been talking to her about a new exhibit he was hoping to create. Rose hadn't heard a word he said, her eyes all too focused on the white circle in the middle of the wall, time ticking away slowly. Too slowly.
"So, I thought we could dress two people up like caterpillars and have them move around the museum to attract people to the new exhibit."
"What?" Rose asked as she was jarred out of her own head and back into the conversation.
When she saw the way Riley was grinning at her, she knew he had been kidding.
"Oh? Have I got your attention now?"
Red-hot embarrassment flamed across her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Riley. I'm just a bit preoccupied." Five minutes, that's all that was left before she could jump in her car and drive to Emmett's. Finally.
"I did notice that," he teased.
Riley was one of the good guys. He was a similar age to Rose and had been working fucking hard to get where he was. He was currently studying for a masters in something to do with…bugs. Rose wasn't entirely sure of the correct technical term, but he was eventually hoping to get a PhD and, hopefully, a professorship. Riley was very ambitious, that much she knew.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I think we need to update some of the exhibits to reflect some of the changes that scientists have discovered lately. I was hoping I could send you the information, and you could do your amazing work and turn it into something beautiful?"
Rose laughed and then blushed at his compliment. "Sure."
"Thanks, Rose. I'll see you next week."
Riley stood from her desk and gave her a friendly wave. She watched him leave before her eyes went straight to the clock.
Three minutes left.
Her eyes darted from the clock to her computer, and Rose began to slowly log off and pack her desk up.
She managed to drag it out, and the second it 3:59 turned into 4:00, Rose was up and out of her chair, racing to her car and towards Emmett. She hadn't felt this giddy in ages. Maybe ever.
The drive to Emmett's felt simultaneously too slow and too fast. Her mind had been so preoccupied with Emmett that she didn't have any time to actually prepare for tonight or the weekend.
As Rose pushed herself out of the car, Emmett opened his front door and bounded down the steps to her.
Then she was in his arms, and his hands were cradling her face. "I've missed you so fucking much," he told her, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against hers. His action made her feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy, but this time, she wanted so much more.
"Me too," Rose admitted. Being here with him now made her realise just how much she'd missed him. She missed the way he completely surrounded her, his strength bleeding into her and making her feel powerful. She missed the way his arms made her feel safe and secure. She missed everything about him.
Emmett glanced into her eyes and then leaned down, his nose lightly brushing hers before he finally kissed her, their lips touching for the first time in nearly a week.
It was heaven.
The kiss started off sweetly, Emmett's lips gentle against hers. Then he kissed her harder, her entire body being pressed back into the car as Emmett leaned into her, letting Rose feel the hard muscles of his body. His body domineered hers, in the most perfect way.
Emmett slid his hands from her face to her hair, and he ran his fingers through the silky locks, angling her head so his tongue could delve deeper into her mouth.
Rose moaned, and in response, Emmett slammed his hips against hers, grinding hard against her. Her thin trousers and his jeans did nothing to hide the erection that was straining forcefully towards her.
Running her hands up his chest, Rose grasped his t-shirt tight, her fingers creating wrinkles in the fabric.
Slowly, Emmett tapered off the kiss until his lips were curved upwards against hers.
"What a way to say hello." His voice was deep and low, his eyes shining.
A giggle bubbled up from her throat as Emmett stared at her face.
"Come on," he gently said, backing away from her and opening up the boot of her car to grab her bag. "Hera and Bruce are pretty excited to see you too."
Rose looked up at the house and saw both dogs waiting in the doorway, Hera practically vibrating with energy. Her tail was wagging a mile a minute, and she kept lowering herself to the floor, bottom in the air, before jumping back up.
Emmett looked at them both and sighed. "Alright, come and say hello."
Neither dog needed to be told twice as they both sprinted from the door and hurried over to Rose.
Much to her surprise, Hera jumped up, her entire body twisting into the air as she let out what could only be described as screams of pleasure.
"Hera!" Emmett admonished, shaking his head. His tone wasn't very punishing, though, and the curve of his lips told Rose that he actually thought that Hera's behaviour was cute. It made her smile, seeing Emmett interact with the pups, the feeling of pure joy an animal could bring to her.
Bruce was the polar opposite of Hera and simply sat on the floor next to Emmett, watching Hera and Rose.
"Hi, sweet girl," Rose greeted, reaching her hand out and gently pet the top of Hera's head.
Feeling her touch made Hera drop to the ground and expose her belly, tongue hanging out as she waited for Rose to tickle her stomach.
Getting the message loud and clear, Rose crouched down and rubbed her belly, enjoying just how silky Hera's fur was.
After giving her over for a few seconds, Rose stood and turned to Bruce, offering him the back of her hand, exactly how Emmett had done last weekend.
Bruce tilted his head to the side as if he were studying her and then walked forward and nudged Rose's hand with his nose, finally allowing her to gently pat his head.
"Hi, Bruce," Rose told him quietly.
Emmett beamed and then held out his hand. Rose slipped hers easily into his, and together, the four of them headed towards the house.
"How was work?" he asked, swinging their entwined hands in between them.
"Good," Rose replied. "There are two exhibitions I'm going to be working on, and I'm looking forward to it."
"What are they on?" Emmett asked, looking genuinely interested.
"Bugs and fashion."
Emmett chuckled at her short answer. "Wow, what a daring combination."
Once they were in the house, Rose took her bag from Emmett so she could change whilst Emmett made his way to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.
She slipped into the master bedroom and changed into some black leggings, a long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder dusty pink top, and some fluffy socks.
When she emerged, Emmett was washing his hands in the kitchen sink.
Taking a moment to look at him, Rose felt the flutters of lust between her legs. His back was strong, cords of muscle going down from his neck. His shoulders were round and thick, shifting and moving as he swirled his hands around the water. Emmett was so fucking handsome. He made her forget how to breathe.
Sensing that someone was behind him, Emmett turned slightly, offering Rose a smile as he did.
"You look beautiful," he told her, causing Rose to blush, look down and tuck some errant hairs behind her ears. After being in a plait all day, her hair was slightly frizzy, fuzzy strands having come loose, but she had left it as it was.
"Thank you," Rose said as she walked further into the kitchen, Bruce and Hera brushing up against her as they headed out to the back deck.
"How good are you at cooking?" Emmett asked, drying his hands, his arms tightening at the movement.
"I can hold my own in a kitchen." There was a slight smile on her face. It was easy being with Emmett. He made her feel good.
She liked that he'd planned things out for them to do, that it wasn't just about the sex. She knew what he was doing. Emmett was making sure that she was comfortable, and for that, she adored him.
"Excellent." Emmett grinned.
Rose washed her hands, heat running through her again when Emmett's hands brushed up against hers as he handed her the towel.
She chopped vegetables as Emmett cooked the meat, and then together, they layered the four-cheese lasagna up.
Half an hour later, Rose sipped at her water as Emmett cleaned up after them, ready for dinner.
"You should really let me help," Rose told him, watching him move around the kitchen with ease, a tea towel slung over his shoulder and a damp dishcloth in his hand.
"You helped make the lasagna."
"As did you," Rose pointed out.
"Yes, but it's my house." There was a small smile on his face. "As such, you shouldn't argue with the host, especially not when he's also your Dominant." His smile morphed into a wicked grin. "I might have to spank you if you do."
Her clit actually throbbed at his words, her thighs clenching as she shifted on the barstool. Dear God, she wanted that. She actually wanted it. Rose craved to feel his large hand on her ass, a red hot stinging sensation blooming over her pale flesh, a mark—his mark.
Rose's bottom lip fell open, and she took in a shuddering breath, trying to calm her racing pulse.
Emmett's own eyes darkened, roving over her, drinking in her. "Although, from the looks of it, you'd quite like that."
I would, her mind screamed. Running her fingers across the cold, hard counter, images of him bending her over it right here, right now flashed in her mind. She could imagine how the worktop would feel, pressed against her stomach as Emmett pushed down on her back.
Her little fantasy was interrupted by Emmett's low voice. "Stop thinking dirty thoughts," he told her. "You're making me fucking hard."
Rose couldn't help her eyes and whimpered as they drifted low and took in the bulge beginning to form in his trousers. The tip of her tongue came out of her mouth, and Emmett groaned.
Dropping the dishcloth onto the counter and flinging the tea towel down too, Emmett stalked over to Rose and took her face in his hands. He tilted her head back and kissed her hard, lips firm and demanding. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth, and he claimed her.
Rose melted against Emmett's hard body. Her hands trailed up his arms, skimming his muscles until she reached his biceps. She grasped at them, loving how they felt underneath her fingertips, loving how strong he was. One hundred and ten percent pure man.
Emmett's tongue teased her, sliding against hers, making her quiver with want.
Her nipples turned into tight little peaks, straining against the cotton of her bra, begging to be free and available for Emmett's mouth.
Sliding one hand from her face, Emmett wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and gently tipped her head back, exposing her jaw and neck to his eager lips. He pressed kisses over her skin, a trail of fire following his movements.
When his lips descended on her neck, finding that point just below her jaw where her pulse was, Rose was grateful she was sat down: her knees went weak, and she had to hold on to Emmett.
An involuntary whimper left her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as her fingers dug into his skin.
"Do you like that, Rosie?" Emmett asked, his voice taking on that husky timbre when he became her Dom. She'd only heard it a few times seeing as they hadn't officially played yet, but Rose recognised it perfectly well, the urge to submit strong inside her.
"Yes, Sir," she whimpered.
He sucked the skin into his mouth, his tongue laving over the flesh seconds before he bit down, making her back arch, her chest thrusting into his.
Writhing on the seat, Rose was desperate for relief. Her nipples brushed against the inside of her bra, and it was fucking heaven. The slight scratch of the material helped fan the flames of desire racing through her body.
"You're so needy," Emmett groaned, his face buried against her neck.
Roughly, he pulled her legs apart and stepped between them, hitching her legs around his hips as he thrust against her, letting her feel his gigantic erection, hot and throbbing for her.
One hand remained on her neck as Emmett's other went down her back and slid down to the swell of her ass. He squeezed her cheeks in his hands and then forcefully pulled her forward, the bulge in his jeans hitting exactly the right spot between her legs.
"Oh!" she cried out, her head lolling further back and her body drifting further and further from reality.
Rhythmically, Emmett began to thrust, and all Rose could do was clutch onto him.
"Think you can cum like this?" Emmett asked against her neck, his words muffled as his lips continued to mark her, his saliva making goosebumps jump up from her skin.
"Yes, Sir," Rose moaned. She knew she could. She could feel it—she was teetering so close to the edge, her entire body tight with need. "Please…"
Emmett's grin was wide against her neck as he thrust harder against her.
"Ah!" Rose cried out, her entire body tingling with anticipation for what was to come.
And then Emmett had pulled back from her. His hips were no longer ramming against her, and his lips had left her neck.
Cradling her jaw, Emmett's voice was gentle. "Open your eyes, Rosie."
It took a ridiculously amount of effort for Rose to do as he asked, her eyes slowly fluttering open until Emmett came into focus.
His blue eyes were shining, the corner crinkled, and his mouth quirked up into an amused smile.
"You'll cum when I say you can." His eyes danced over hers. "And I want you dripping wet by the time we go to bed."
"There'll be no problem there," she muttered under her breath, feeling completely clit blocked.
It was swollen and throbbing, pressing almost painfully against her underwear. It was almost like it was trying to burst out, finding what was causing her so much pleasure.
Emmett leaned down until the tip of his nose was touching hers. "Good."
Then, he kissed her and, as he pulled back, drew her bottom lip into his mouth, making her hiss with pleasure.
"Let's make a salad," he whispered, stepping back and going to the fridge to pull out the ingredients that he needed.
Apart from the very obvious bulge in his jeans, Emmett looked completely unaffected. All while Rose was sitting on the barstool, wanting nothing more than to grind down on something and finally feel the relief of an orgasm. It was one thing fucking herself with his toy, his breathy voice down the other end of the phone—it was another to have him in front of her, his erection primed and ready between her legs, his mouth on her neck.
She was desperately needy. And from the smirk on Emmett's face, he knew just how frustrated she was feeling.
Thank you Pearly Fox!
It's getting hot in here!