Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

14. Chapter 14

fourteen

Emily

W ell, I officially suck at origami. “I think I’m actually only wasting the paper.”

Sarah sighs. “Really? I thought you were an artist.”

“I’m a writer,” I murmur.

“And clearly, you don’t know what to do with paper or how to follow instructions,” my mother says while perfectly folding her paper. “I thought college was to make you smarter.”

“Mom,” Sarah says gently, “no fighting. It took me a few tries and total focus to get it right.”

“But you didn’t waste expensive paper,” Mom says as Sarah rolls her eyes at me.

“I just know that you want everything to be perfect for your wedding. As perfect as you and Mark are,” my mom gushes, then looks over at me. “You shouldn’t have brought your date. He’s clearly older than you, and he hardly speaks.”

My sister sighs again. “He’s more interested in Emmy, I’m sure. Plus, she told you it was a new relationship. You shouldn’t have insisted with the whole set up thing and she wouldn’t have felt pressured to bring him. You know how impressionable she is.”

They talk about me like I’m some kid caving to peer pressure. If they only knew. I’m going entirely against it. My friend told me not to bring Adrian. She told me to leave him alone. And Adrian… fuck, Adrian. Even if—not if, when —my mom introduces me to the person she has in mind, Adrian will be better.

He’s a guarantee of a good time. Especially this morning with ‘breakfast in bed’ for both of us. I nibble my bottom lip, and Sarah giggles. “Well, tell me about him!”

“It’s your wedding weekend, so we should really talk about you,” I say, trying to minimize.

My sister sits beside me. I know she always wants to help, but at the same time, she somehow always makes things worse. Mom rolls her eyes and goes back to folding, saying she’s going to listen to her new audiobook.

Sarah scoots closer. “Seriously, one of his hands was under the table all night. Your relationship might be new, but there are times when I miss the heat of ‘new’ and I want all the details.”

“Sarah,” I complain.

“I’m the bride! That means what I say goes,” she insists.

I swallow thickly as my gaze stays fixed on the mess I’m making with the paper. “It’s different, good different. He makes me feel things I always thought I would never experience.” My face heats as the words roll off my tongue.

I give her some hints of what she wants, telling her we’re enjoying things, hinting, but not outright saying anything. It feels too dangerous. As dangerous as origami paper, apparently, because I end up with a serious papercut.

“Oh, you’re going to bleed on everything!” my mom complains loudly.

I stand up and am about to say plenty to her when a hand grabs my own. I glance over and there’s Adrian, holding my hand up. He shakes his head. “I leave you alone for an hour and you ruin your hands. Didn’t you tell me you have an essay due this coming Friday? How are you going to type it with a bleeding finger?”

“I’ll just have to ask my very understanding, favorite professor for an extension,” I sass.

He arches an eyebrow.

“If you say it like that, people will get the wrong idea, dear. You wouldn’t put a professor in that position. It could cost him his job,” Mom chides. “I’m sure she didn’t mean it, Adain.”

“Adrian,” he corrects without giving her a single glance, too busy looking at my pointed expression.

“I know, Mom. I’d never do anything with a professor. The age difference, how wrong it is, the stakes,” I say evenly. “It would be insane for either person to get involved.”

“Let’s go take care of your finger, Emily,” Adrian nearly bites out.

“It’s just a cut,” I dismiss. “It will be fine in a bit.”

“How sweet. Go on, Emmy,” Sarah says.

“You should at least bandage it. You’ll get blood all over.” Mom huffs and shakes her head.

Adrian walks me to the elevator. The second we get in, I back away from him. “We have this weekend. That’s it. That’s all we get.”

“Emily,” he says softly.

“I’m serious,” I say to his feet, trying to ignore the words I said to my sister. “It’s hot. We do well together in bed, and you’re funny. But your job is important. If I’m the reason you lose it, we’re both fucked and not in the way we like. So after this weekend, I’m your student and nothing more.”

I can’t even look at his shoes and stare at the floor until his hand smooths over my forearm as his other hand lifts my chin. “You say a lot when you’re not looking at me.”

“Because you make being logical difficult.”

“We’ll deal with this on Sunday,” he decides.

My lips open and close, trying to come up with anything else to throw at him, but as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open, he takes my hand and leads me to our room.

He takes the keycard from my back pocket and lets us into our room. His eyes focus on me intently, then he points to the bed. “Sit.”

“Adrian, we can’t wait until Sunday. I need everything to be clear now. You can’t keep—”

My words falter as his lips claim mine and he cups my face between his hands. He draws out each kiss until I’m sitting down and murmurs, “Stay, Kitten. Stay right here while I get you a bandage.”

I huff, but obey, calling myself stupid again and again even as he starts wrapping my finger up. I open my mouth to speak, to try and finish the thought he ruined, but he kisses me again.

He keeps it up, getting more and more intense every time I try to speak. When I try for the fifth or sixth time, he groans and kisses me hard, biting my bottom lip and pushing me back. Apparently, my body doesn’t get the memo that this can’t keep happening because I wrap my legs around him and melt into the kiss.

I moan into his mouth as I run my fingers through his hair.

It’s not fair that he feels so good.

Adrian takes off my shirt and jerks my bra down, holding my arms in place against the bed.

He shakes his head. “I wanted to be gentle.”

“So be gentle. I’m not stopping you,” I goad.

“Then you had to be so naughty in front of other people,” he says, running his nose down my throat and over my cleavage. “I’m going to have to get you a collar and a leash.” He bites my breast. “One of the collars that tighten if I tug so I can keep you in line.”

“Adrian,” I pant. “You know I’m—”

He bites me, turning my sentence into a moan as I arch against him and grip the sheets. “You keep forgetting who has the power here. Even though you’re wearing my marks.”

“Please, I just—”

“Even though you were screaming my name last night, moaning for me this morning,” he continues. “Everyone on this floor knows you’re mine.”

“I’m not arguing,” I whimper.

He arches an eyebrow and pulls my bra further down, his mouth around my nipple as he pulls at my pants, undoing them and pushing them down around my thighs, trapping me. He flicks his tongue over my nipple again and shakes his head. “So I’ll just have to remind you, since everyone but you knows.”

“This weekend only,” I pant.

“We’ll see,” he says, continuing to work down my body. “Or you’ll learn that you’re my kitten to please. That I’m the one who makes you purr and moan and scream. That you chose to come get me…” He jerks my pants farther down, dragging my panties down too before pushing my legs up so my knees rest on my chest. “And that I know everything you need to come.”

He proves it too, licking across my pussy with a flat tongue before sucking my clit. He swats my ass, then does it again, layering pleasure and pain like no one else. Adrian keeps sucking my clit, swirling his tongue around, and driving me insane.

Before I can come, he flips me over. The sound of him undoing his belt as he groans follows. “You need to be fucked into submission, Emily. I’m the man to do it.”

“That’s not—”

He rubs his cock over my pussy, wet with saliva and my own juices, and growls low in my ear. The same growl I fantasize about in class every single day. “Tell me you don’t want me, honestly. I’m listening.”

Another out. Another option. All it takes is four words. I count them, memorize them, but I can’t make them leave my tongue. Adrian slides half into me, making me moan. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” I breathe, unable to lie when I feel him all over me. “Sir, I need you.”

“Good girl,” he moans in my ear as he sinks all the way into me. He nibbles my earlobe. “Stop pushing me away. Be greedy. We both know I will be.”

My eyelashes flutter as he draws back and thrusts into me again. I can’t move in this position. I can only take it, can only feel everything . And feeling everything just makes me want more.

“Yes, Sir,” I pant.