Emma had experienced no side-effects at all, not even a headache. But she was exhausted and teary and upset, and Liv had volunteered to stay overnight. Kat and Jenny had both protested, but Liv had been adamant: they both had to go to work in the morning, but she got Nigel to cancel her day. She was free and clear to be there for Emma, as long as she needed her.
She was just making up the bed in the guestroom when her cell phone buzzed with a text. Sighing, she picked it up and blinked in surprise when she saw that the message said, ‘FUCK YOU WHORE SLUT.’ Liv shook her head and tossed the phone on to the bedside table. In her years of modelling, she’d received numerous such charming text messages and e-mails. There were also literally thousands of obscene comments on her professional website and all over the damn internet about her.
Time to change my cell number again. I’ll have to ask Nigel to do that this week. Crap.
Liv had a shower and brushed her teeth and by the time she returned, she had another two text messages from the same number, both equally unoriginal and insulting. She turned her phone off and pushed all this bullshit out of her mind completely. She’d mention it to Greg, her security guy, but she wasn’t even a bit worried. What was really worrying her was sleeping in the next bedroom.
She went back to Emma and sat next to her bed for a few minutes, watching her sleep. Nothing else mattered right then; there was no world outside of Emma’s bedroom. Liv sat with her friend until she started to cry and then she left the room, not wanting to wake Emma up.
Chapter Eight
Emma moaned as Dean thrust inside of her gently, her hands clutching the pillow under her. He was lifting her hips, pulling her back and forth on his cock. She pushed back against him, hard, and he gasped.
“Christ, Emma… do that again.”
She did and she felt his whole body shudder. He grasped her under the arms and hauled her up on to her knees, holding her body against his. His hand moved between her lower lips to circle her clit and when she moaned, his thrusts sped up. She threw her head back to rest on his shoulder and felt his heart thumping hard against her back.
Dean couldn’t believe how good it felt to hold her again. He pressed his chest to her body as tight as he could, not wanting even one inch of space between them.
Closer. I have to get closer to her.
Her amazing body was shaking now, her pussy opening and closing around him, and he moved both hands to her upper thighs, holding her in place as his cock rammed in to her over and over again. She shrieked and closed her eyes. He felt her climax building and his own rushed up to meet him. Together, they came hard, writhing against each other, panting their release.
When her orgasm finally started to fade, Emma’s whole body went weak. If Dean hadn’t put one strong arm across her chest to hold her up, she would have collapsed forward on to the bed. His breathing was hot and fast as he mouthed kisses along her heaving shoulders, soothing her, murmuring in to her ear that she was beautiful. She clutched his arm, leaned back against his huge body, trusting him to not let her fall.
It took a long time for Dean’s breath to slow, and he gently pushed Emma forward and down, staying on top of her the whole time. He pulled out of her, hating to leave that hot centre, and laid down next to her. She cuddled back against him, her legs tucked up. He wrapped her in his arms, stroked her wild hair, his mouth nuzzling the back of her neck. She moved her head away a bit and turned to face him.
“God, baby,” he said. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I missed you.”
“You did?” She looked up at him, and he leaned down and kissed her.
“I did.”
“I missed you too,” she admitted. “It was one hell of a week.”
Dean nodded. He’d been shocked at her pallor when he had first seen her that night. She really seemed to be getting weaker, more
She was just making up the bed in the guestroom when her cell phone buzzed with a text. Sighing, she picked it up and blinked in surprise when she saw that the message said, ‘FUCK YOU WHORE SLUT.’ Liv shook her head and tossed the phone on to the bedside table. In her years of modelling, she’d received numerous such charming text messages and e-mails. There were also literally thousands of obscene comments on her professional website and all over the damn internet about her.
Time to change my cell number again. I’ll have to ask Nigel to do that this week. Crap.
Liv had a shower and brushed her teeth and by the time she returned, she had another two text messages from the same number, both equally unoriginal and insulting. She turned her phone off and pushed all this bullshit out of her mind completely. She’d mention it to Greg, her security guy, but she wasn’t even a bit worried. What was really worrying her was sleeping in the next bedroom.
She went back to Emma and sat next to her bed for a few minutes, watching her sleep. Nothing else mattered right then; there was no world outside of Emma’s bedroom. Liv sat with her friend until she started to cry and then she left the room, not wanting to wake Emma up.
Chapter Eight
Emma moaned as Dean thrust inside of her gently, her hands clutching the pillow under her. He was lifting her hips, pulling her back and forth on his cock. She pushed back against him, hard, and he gasped.
“Christ, Emma… do that again.”
She did and she felt his whole body shudder. He grasped her under the arms and hauled her up on to her knees, holding her body against his. His hand moved between her lower lips to circle her clit and when she moaned, his thrusts sped up. She threw her head back to rest on his shoulder and felt his heart thumping hard against her back.
Dean couldn’t believe how good it felt to hold her again. He pressed his chest to her body as tight as he could, not wanting even one inch of space between them.
Closer. I have to get closer to her.
Her amazing body was shaking now, her pussy opening and closing around him, and he moved both hands to her upper thighs, holding her in place as his cock rammed in to her over and over again. She shrieked and closed her eyes. He felt her climax building and his own rushed up to meet him. Together, they came hard, writhing against each other, panting their release.
When her orgasm finally started to fade, Emma’s whole body went weak. If Dean hadn’t put one strong arm across her chest to hold her up, she would have collapsed forward on to the bed. His breathing was hot and fast as he mouthed kisses along her heaving shoulders, soothing her, murmuring in to her ear that she was beautiful. She clutched his arm, leaned back against his huge body, trusting him to not let her fall.
It took a long time for Dean’s breath to slow, and he gently pushed Emma forward and down, staying on top of her the whole time. He pulled out of her, hating to leave that hot centre, and laid down next to her. She cuddled back against him, her legs tucked up. He wrapped her in his arms, stroked her wild hair, his mouth nuzzling the back of her neck. She moved her head away a bit and turned to face him.
“God, baby,” he said. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I missed you.”
“You did?” She looked up at him, and he leaned down and kissed her.
“I did.”
“I missed you too,” she admitted. “It was one hell of a week.”
Dean nodded. He’d been shocked at her pallor when he had first seen her that night. She really seemed to be getting weaker, more
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