Runaway Bride’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #1)

28. Emmett

28

emmett

“Emmett…earth to Emmett…you here?”

I only catch the last of that after Simon snaps his fingers in front of my face. I slap his hand away, which he thinks is just me being surly. It wasn’t. I was daydreaming about Stella’s good morning blow job, so now I’m pissed I’m back to reality.

“Sorry. Say that again?”

Simon sighs. Stella snickers.

I give her a side eye from my seat at the conference table we’re sitting at. There are a few chairs between each of us, because it would be weird if any of us sat right next to each other.

Even though it’s killing me not to be next to her. Hell, it killed me this morning when she left my house to get ready for work. Besides the fact she didn’t have any of her work clothes or makeup here—I did get her a toothbrush which looks mighty fine in one of the empty slots of my toothbrush holder—we knew we couldn’t show up to work together. That’s not how we want to announce this to Simon.

Though we do have a plan to tell him. Which we will. If he ever shuts up.

“What I was asking my faithful number two is if we’re ready to break ground next week on the commercial building in Franklin?”

“Oh. Yeah, we’re set,” I say. Thank God he asked me a question I didn’t have to think too hard about. “Permits finally came through, thanks to Stella, and I talked to the foreman today. All is ready for Monday.”

“Excellent,” Simon says as he looks down at his notes. I take a glance over to Stella, who apparently had the same idea. When our eyes meet, a rush of warmth shoots through me.

I remember when Stella told me about the honeymoon stage when we were in Florida. I had an idea of what she meant, but had never experienced it.

This. This is it. The feeling that I want to be around her all the time. Knowing that I haven’t kissed her in three hours and that’s two hours and fifty-nine minutes too long. I want to know what she wants for lunch so I can go get it for her. I’m counting down the hours until we’re out of here so I can bring her back to my place and cuddle with her on my couch with my dog as we eat ice cream.

“Stella,” Simon says. At least this time I didn’t zone out completely on what he has to say. “What do you have for us?”

I look over to her, this time at least in context of work, as she opens her notebook. I don’t know why I love that she uses a notebook and not an iPad or her laptop, but I do. “We went over the permits for next week, so I can cross that off. Emmett, all the rent checks have been processed for the month, so that’s taken care of. I started on the social media accounts for Magnolia Properties because it’s 2024 and you need one. Oh, and Simon, the showing you had for this afternoon? The realtor called as we were walking into this meeting and asked if you could move it up. I told her I’d get back to her.”

I look on in admiration as Stella goes on with her updates. She’s in her element. We give her a task and she gets it done, none too big or small. Most of the time she’s tackling multiple things for us at once, and she never seems to get overwhelmed. And starting the social media? That’s genius that Simon or I would’ve never thought of. In just a short time, she’s already making this office hers. Simon might own it, and I might be his right hand, but it’s quickly becoming apparent that Stella is running this show.

“Love it,” Simon says. “Whatever you need for the social media, just do it. Whatever you need to buy, just use the card. This is your project, and I completely trust you. As for the showing, can you call her and let her know that I’ll come out in an hour? I have a few other errands to run, so I’ll just do that and then go relieve Mom since she’s watching Lainey for us today.”

“No problem,” Stella says as she picks up her phone, assumably to relay the message. “Also make sure you take her a slice of pie from the diner.”

“Why would I do that?” Simon asks.

“Because you need this realtor to come down seven thousand dollars, so you need to soften her up. Pie has a way of helping that.”

“Good call,” Simon says. “Okay, other than the pie, is there any new business we didn’t discuss?”

Stella and I slyly look at each other, making sure that we’re on the same page to tell Simon what we need to. This was the plan. We knew he’d ask this question today, and we thought it was the perfect time to gently tell him.

“Actually yeah,” I begin. “There’s something I want to talk about with you. Actually, that Stella and I both want to talk to you about…”

Simon starts to respond when his cell phone alerts him to a text. “Oh. Shit.”

“Everything okay?” Stella asks.

“I think so. It’s Mom. She needs me to pick up Lainey right now. Apparently Ainsley got a flat tire. Dad is golfing so Mom needs to go pick her up.”

“You can tell Mom I’ll come get her?” Stella offers.

“Then you’d have to drive back up to Nashville,” Simon says. “It’s fine. I’ll just get Lainey a little earlier than planned. I can take her to the showing. Oh! Maybe that’ll help negotiations. How can you resist a man holding a baby who also brought you pie? Oh! Maybe I can get Lainey to say her first word, and it be the realtor’s name…”

“She’s four months old, Simon,” I remind him. “Just get her to not puke.”

“Good call,” he says. “Oh wait. You had something to tell me?”

I look over to Stella, who’s discreetly shaking her head. “No biggie. We can talk later.”

“Sounds good.” Simon says as he leaves the conference room. “See everyone tomorrow.”

Neither of us move as Simon hurries into his office to grab his keys. We stay seated until he’s out the back door.

“Tomorrow,” I say.

“Yeah, tomorrow,” she agrees. “What’s one more day?”

An awkward pause occurs between us as Stella stands to exit the conference room. I follow her lead, knowing that as much as I want to sneak her into a hidden corner of the office away from the glass windows so I can kiss the hell out of her, we should probably go back to work.

I don’t mean to, and I don’t think she does either, but we both walk in front of the door at the same time. “After you,” I say as I open the door.

“Well, thank you.” Her smile is too much for me to resist. As she starts walking I step behind her, wrap my hand around her waist and pull her back to me. She lets out a small shriek as I pin her against the glass wall and kiss her.

And not just kiss her. Kiss the hell out of her. And just like that, the whole “go back to work” notion flies out the window.

“Cap,” Stella whispers, her hands pulling at the waist of my jeans.

“Tell me to stop,” I say, though my mouth continues to kiss down her neck. “Because I don’t know if I can do it myself. ”

Stella doesn’t say anything, but does move her hands from my jeans to my chest, slightly pushing me back.

“Okay,” I say, breathing heavy. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I’m not stopping you,” she says with a wicked look in her eye. “I’m just moving this somewhere a little more private.”

I follow her lead as she summons me with her finger to follow her. I’m shocked when she walks toward my office, never taking her eyes off me. It’s like I’m following a siren. I know I should ask questions. Maybe even stop this. But I can’t. It’s like she has me under some sort of spell, and I don’t ever want to snap out of it.

“Sit,” she says, gesturing to my office chair. Not daring to say no, I do as she asks, watching as she seductively walks toward me.

“So I’ve always had a fantasy,” she says as she leans over, her eyes now even with mine as her hands rest on my thighs.

“What’s that?”

“How about I just show you?”

Stella leans in and takes my lips with hers, kissing me hard and deep. She doesn’t linger, though, quickly placing two kisses on my cheek and neck before she lowers herself to the ground.

Holy shit is she about to…

“Tiger…”

She doesn’t say anything as her hands start working my belt, easily getting it unfastened as she works the button and zipper of my jeans. I help her out, lifting up to push them down as I watch the fire burn in her eyes. She starts slowly stroking my cock, which was hard the second I kissed her in the hallway.

And before I know it, Stella’s mouth is wrapped around my dick, and I let out a groan that I’m pretty sure everyone at the diner could hear.

Ask me if I care.

I don’t.

Right now all I care about is Stella’s mouth on me, sucking me just how she knows I like it .

“Fuck yes, Tiger,” I say, gathering her hair off her face with my hands. Her mouth is bobbing up and down, her hand working in tandem. It takes all I have not to start bucking my hips, wanting more than anything to fuck her face right now. Hell, I want to pick her up, bend her over, and fuck her on my desk. But this is her fantasy, so it’s her show. And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that’s along for the ride.

Stella opens wide, taking me so deep that her mouth is against my pelvis, when I hear a door slam somewhere in the office. Which frankly, I don’t know how I notice it considering the only thing I was hearing at that moment were the angels singing as Stella deep throated me.

“Hide!” I whisper-yell, “Simon’s back!”

Stella quickly moves under my desk, which thankfully is boarded in the front. Just as I’m about to pull my pants back up, I hear Simon’s footsteps coming closer. Knowing I don’t have time, I roll under the desk, pants down, dick out, as I try and look as normal as possible in front of my best friend.

“Hey,” Simon says frantically. “I forgot the contracts.”

“Gotcha.” I say, though I internally punch myself. When the fuck do I say “gotcha?”

As I sit there, trying to look casual while also not moving, I nearly jump out of my seat when I feel Stella’s hand on my dick. And then her mouth.

Is she giving me a blow job under the desk?

I can’t look at her without moving my chair, but somehow I feel her smiling as her mouth works my cock like she never has. Stella’s blow jobs are something special to begin with. But this one? It’s on another fucking level.

I grip the arms of the chair for dear life, wanting to let out a roar that would wake the town when Stella starts gently playing with my balls as she swirls her tongue around my cock.

“You okay?” Simon asks as he exits his office. “You don’t look so good. ”

“Yup,” I spit out as Stella deep throats me again. “Everything’s great.”

Simon clearly doesn’t buy it. “I don’t know. You don’t look great. Maybe you should head home for the day.”

“Yeah, maybe I will.”

Simon starts to walk out, before taking a step back. “Where’s Stella?”

“Lunch,” I blurt out. “Went to get us lunch.”

“She really is something,” Simon says. “I don’t want to pat myself on the back, but it was a really good idea for me to bring her on.”

“She’s something, all right…” I say as her tongue makes a full twist around the base of my cock.

Simon waves as he heads out. I don’t move even after I hear the door close, giving it a few minutes to make sure he’s not coming back.

“What the fuck,” I say as I gently wheel my chair back as Stella takes her mouth off my dick. “What the hell was that?”

She wipes her mouth as she gives an impish shrug. “Improvising.”

I narrow my eyes as I signal for her to come to me. She starts to stand to walk over when I say words I never thought I’d say in my life.

“No. Crawl to me.”

I don’t know why, but at this moment, that’s all I want to see. Stella with her swollen lips, messy hair, and skirt that I’m about to fucking demolish crawling toward me. I wheel my chair back a little farther, wanting the full view as Stella’s eyes never leave mine, her hands and legs inching toward me.

“Stand.” She does as I say, keeping her eyes on me. “Now come here.”

She takes the final steps to me before .

“Don’t you remember what I once told you?” I say as I stand up. She shakes her head, though I’m pretty sure her brain isn’t working right now as I’m hiking up her skirt and tearing off her lace thong.

“That I always get to undress you. That it’s my privilege to do so.”

She bites her lip in that way that drives me crazy as I turn her around and bend her over my desk.

“This is going to be short and sweet. Now hold on so I can fuck you right here, just like we both want.”

I take a quick look out the windows, making sure we’re as hidden as I think we are. My office is tucked away in the back, so you can’t see in or out if you’re just passing by on the street. Which is good, because if anyone were to see in here for the next few minutes, they’d be getting quite the show.

Or wondering where the screaming is coming from.

“Ah!” Stella yells as I push myself into her. I don’t hold back or ease her in. I just fuck her like I want, my body slapping against her with every thrust I give. I give her ass a slap, which makes her purr, so I do it again, loving the sounds I’m bringing out of her.

I watch her grip onto the end of the desk, holding on for dear life as I slam into her. Her face is turned so I can see the redness creeping up, her eyes shut as she just feels every inch I give her.

“Emmett…”

My name on her lips sounds as if she’s begging, and that’s one thing I’ll never make Stella do in her life. I feel my balls tightening, and I lift her up just enough to slide my fingers around to her clit, hitting the spot I know will send her, because frankly, there isn’t time for multiples tonight.

“Ah!” Stella yells. “Emmett!”

In that moment, we come together, our bodies jerking into each other as the sensation dies down.

“Holy shit,” Stella moans as I do my best to keep my weight off her. But it’s hard. Between the blow job and fucking her harder than I might have at any point in my life, my body feels like a blob .

“Holy shit is right,” I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek before I stand, bringing her up with me. “I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“We get out of here. Ditch the rest of the work day. Go get lunch—because I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Take said lunch back to my place. Then after we eat, I get my dessert. Which will be you.”

She leans in and gives me a small kiss to my cheek. “Sounds perfect.”

After we fix our clothing and lock up, Stella and I head back to our separate cars. She sends me a wink, which earns her a last slap on the ass before she gets in her mini SUV.

As soon as I flip the truck on and Stella and I get on the road from Rolling Hills to Nashville, about ten things hit me at once.

Did I just have sex in the office?

Did Stella really just give me a blow job while her brother stood there?

Did I bend her over my desk and leave her ass red and my cum dripping down her leg?

Did I really make her crawl to me?

The answer is yes, yes, definitely yes, and holy shit, yes.

I don’t know who I am anymore. Hell, I don’t know if I’ve been the same since Florida. Yes I’ve always been more dominant in the bedroom, but with Stella it was like I needed to make her mine in a way I’ve never had. I needed to touch her all the time. Feel her on me whenever she was near.

That’s not how I would’ve ever have described myself before. My sexual encounters were to the point, quick, and done. I wouldn’t have described them as rough, but they weren’t sweet or passionate. Nothing like I am with Stella.

And I definitely wouldn’t have asked any of them to crawl to me. Or told them that their pussy belonged to me. They sure as hell weren’t done in a place where anyone could’ve caught us, and even if they would’ve, I wouldn’t have cared.

That’s the Stella Banks effect .

My Tiger…my beautiful, feisty Tiger. Never in a million years would I ever have thought I’d do what we just did. Yet, I now want to make this a regular thing.

Is it crazy? Maybe. Am I going crazy? Possibly. But I’m not mad about it. Because I think a little crazy is exactly what my life needs right now.

And the only crazy I want is Stella Banks.