EMMALINE
Alfonso nodded once at me in greeting before he opened the door to James’s office, allowing me to walk inside. I gave him a warm smile before I stepped in, my eyes instantly finding James. He was sitting behind his desk, his blazer tossed carelessly across one of the chairs on the other side of his desk. His hair was a mess, and he looked pissed, to put it lightly.
He looked up at me as the door closed behind me, his eyes softening slightly. “Hey, little one.” He leaned back in his chair and crooked his finger in a ‘come here’ motion. Obediently, I moved forward, and he gripped my hips, pulling me onto his lap to straddle him. His hands slid up the back of my shirt, his palms gliding over the smooth skin of my back. I barely resisted moaning in bliss.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
He sighed as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes. I frowned. “Just dealing with some shit,” he told me. He opened his eyes, those gorgeous, blue eyes locking on mine. “How’d you sleep?”
I shrugged. “Fine,” I told him. I’d slept the rest of the day and all through the night, only waking long enough for James to make sure I ate dinner yesterday. “Did you ever come to bed last night?”
He shook his head. “I passed out here in the office,” he told me. “I worked until almost three this morning before the numbers on the paperwork started running together.”
I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, loving how soft it was. He groaned as he closed his eyes, his hands sliding further up my back. “That feels fucking amazing, little one.”
I did that for a while, feeling his body slowly relax beneath me as I lightly scratched at his scalp. His hands roamed my back, both of us soothing the other.
“Fuck,” he suddenly swore, his eyes snapping open. “You need breakfast.”
“So do you,” I told him. He arched an eyebrow at me. My cheeks burned. That had sounded close to an order, which was definitely overstepping boundaries. “Please?” I asked him. A small smile tilted his lips as he kept his eyes on my face. “You barely slept last night,” I reminded him. “Will you please eat breakfast with me?”
He sighed before his lips tilted up the tiniest bit again. “Yeah, little one, I’ll eat breakfast with you.” I beamed at him, and his smile widened. He tapped my ass. “Up,” he commanded.
I stood up from his lap and watched as he stood up as well. He adjusted the sleeves of his black button-down before he grabbed my hand in his and led me out of the office, locking the door behind him. “No one comes in my office,” James ordered Alfonso. “If they argue with you, let me know. I’ll come take care of it.”
“Yes, sir,” he answered with a single nod of his head.
James tightened his hand around mine and led me down the hall towards the stairs. “After we eat breakfast, I want to show you some of the things we have to do around here,” he told me. I looked up at him before I looked back down at the floor, watching my step as we walked down the stairs together. “I don’t know what you like to do, but we do have a library, an indoor and an outdoor pool, a jacuzzi, a garden that you can walk through, and there’s also a gym.”
I scrunched my nose up at the thought of a gym. James laughed, noticing my look of distaste. “I work out there every morning before you’re awake,” he told me. “If you want, I can wake you up some mornings so you can work out with me.” I frowned at that idea. “It’s good for not only your physical health but for your mental health, too.” He looked down at me once we reached the bottom step. “I want you to start working out, Emmaline.”
I frowned. Did he think I was fat? I had sex so damn much that I rarely had time to eat or were given time to eat, and when I did get to eat, it was always extremely healthy food. That had only started changing very recently when James took me into his care.
James suddenly stopped and grabbed my hip, turning me to face him. “Eyes up,” he ordered. I instantly looked up at him, his blue eyes locking on mine. “Come out of your head, little one. I’m not insinuating that you’re fat. In fact, I would be highly pleased if you would get some more damn meat on your bones.” My cheeks burned red with a blush. “But I also want you to be physically fit as well, not to mention the extremely healthy effect it’ll have mentally.”
“So, I’m not fat?” I blurted. I gasped in mortification as I slapped my hands to my face. Oh, my God, I really needed to get a fucking filter between my brain and my mouth.
James huskily laughed as he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against him. I sighed, relaxing against him. Despite how much of a monster I knew James could be, this felt so right. “No, little one. You’re far from fat,” he assured me. “That’s why I keep feeding you so damn much. You’re too skinny.”
He gripped my chin and tilted my head back before he leaned down to cover my lips with his. I moaned softly, my lips working with his, following his lead. A soft growl rumbled from his chest as his arm tightened around me. “Fuck,” he swore against my lips. I squeaked in shock when he suddenly yanked me into a hallway bathroom, locking the door behind us.
“You okay with this?” he asked me as he grabbed the button to my jeans.
“Yes,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip. I was always down for sex with James. I craved this man so much. I wasn’t even sure how it was possible to want someone so badly all the time.
He quickly unsnapped my jeans and tugged them down my legs with my panties. I kicked them off with my shoes. “Hands on the counter and bend over,” he roughly growled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Not a session,” he quickly corrected me. “It’s just regular sex. Here, I’m just James,” he told me.
“Okay,” I acknowledged as I bent over at a 90-degree angle, spreading my legs for him as I placed my hands flat on the counter as ordered. A moment later, I felt him bury himself deep inside of me. I moaned, not even giving a fuck if anyone could hear me as they walked by.
James wrapped his hand around my throat. A louder moan vibrated from my throat, my pussy clenching around his cock. He moaned from behind me. “Quiet,” he rumbled. “Or after breakfast, I’ll take you upstairs and punish you. These sounds are for my ears, and my ears alone.”
I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, forcing myself not to moan at the thought of him punishing me. He cursed, his hips slamming roughly against my ass as he drove up hard inside of me again. “Does the thought of me punishing you turn you on, little one?” he asked me, his voice quiet and raspy.
I nodded, knowing if I opened my mouth, I was going to fucking cry out his name. “Words, little one.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out. He would have to punish me. I couldn’t stay quiet.
“Last warning, little one,” James growled.