Emmett shrugged. “If the Magnums fit.”
“Such a shame we have a job to do.” Rose’s disappointment was genuine, even if her regret was not.
Emmett knew she was referring to the market reports, but his mind began to comprise a list of actionable items he could add to Rose’s job description—blow jobs, hand jobs, box jobs, lap jobs, tit jobs, foot jobs, ass jobs and rim jobs. He was more than a little surprised when it occurred to him that the last five items were acts he and Bella had yet to introduce into their repertoire, and wondered briefly if they were things Bella would enjoy. Eventually, he decided Bella’s feelings on them were a moot point. Emmett would never ask a woman like Bella to indulge him in some of his more perverse longings. She was far too good, too pure, for that. He wouldn’t dream of degrading her that way.
Rose, on the other hand, seemed to scream sexual deviance. Emmett was certain if he ever shot his load on to Rose’s face, not only would she not mind, she’d beg for more. He knew this, because Rose’s personality was identical to his. She’d try anything and everything and probably enjoy it. If Bella was Audrey Hepburn, Rose was Madonna. It made Emmett wonder more than a little about Edward. He never questioned why Edward put a ring on Rose’s finger. Rose had men falling all over her constantly and if Emmett were in Edward’s position, he’d want to seal the deal as well. Still, Emmett was baffled by Rose’s relationship with Edward. It was obvious Rose was the one wearing the pants, so to speak. Moreover, it wouldn’t surprise Emmett at all if they were skintight and made of black leather, and Rose had a matching riding crop.
“So, the sex with clingy Eddie is good,” he repeated, more to himself than to her.
Rose continued paging through the reports in her hand. “Yes. He’s a pianist, you know. He has amazing fingers.”
“I’m sure he does have amazing fingers.” Emmett’s tone was mocking. “He probably takes his time and makes slow, sweet love to you.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
“It is a bad thing, and it’s precisely why I can’t imagine you’re getting what you want from him.”
“And what exactly do you think I want?” she asked without looking up.
“To be swept up, thrown down and fucked hard.”
Rose kept her eyes on the papers in her hands, carefully concealing exactly how intrigued she was by his statement. Emmett had more or less nailed what Rose felt was missing from her relationship. Consequently, Rose started wondering what it would be like to nail Emmett. Her body reacted involuntarily to the images in her head, and that made her more than a little uncomfortable.
The confirmation that Emmett wanted to fuck Rose was no surprise in and of itself. After all, men usually wanted to fuck Rose. When Rose had begun to expect this, it was more representative of her realism than her conceit. The fact Emmett was technically her boss notwithstanding, if Rose were to be completely honest with herself, she had to admit they’d done nothing but flirt with each other since the moment they met. Though his lust for her was far from unrequited, Rose has no intention of letting Emmett know this.
The stakes were higher for her. She knew if she permitted this conversation to continue, she ran the risk of losing everything—her reputation, her job, her fiancé. When she met Emmett’s gaze, her resolve was unwavering and all inappropriate thoughts had left her mind.
“Yes, but we can’t always get what we want, can we?”
Emmett stood up and moved toward the door.
“When you’ve had a chance to go through those, call me and we’ll discuss.”
“Yes, boss,” Rose answered automatically, grateful temptation was walking away from her.
Emmett was just about out of her office when he stopped and turned on his heel. “Oh, and Rose?”
“I always get what I want.”
He drummed his fingers against the door frame before heading back to his office. He wasn’t sure what had just transpired between Rose and him, but he knew a line had been crossed. Though he was ecstatic his attraction to her was apparently mutual, he knew that an affair with an engaged direct report would be a definite career-limiting move. Furthermore, Rose had given him no indication that her feelings went beyond simple concupiscence. If he and Rose were to succumb to their baser desires, he stood to lose far more than she did—his job, his girlfriend, his integrity—all in vain. If Rose had no actual feelings for him, she’d return to Edward, who would assuredly take her back. As much as his cock wanted it, it was just too risky.
He sat at his desk and did what he usually did after thinking inappropriate thoughts about Rose—he called Bella. She picked up immediately, but he could tell from the background noise that she was out.
“Hello, beautiful,” he greeted her.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
It bothered him that she still assumed something was wrong if he called her from work. Though there was a time in their relationship he would have deserved that, since Bella had told him she wanted to see other people, he had been very good about calling her a few times each day.
“Everything is fine. I just miss you.”
“Then you should come see me on your way home from work.”
He knew exactly what she was suggesting, and it was just what he needed in order to forget about his exchange with Rose.
“When will you be home?” he asked.
“Oh, I can be home in five minutes. I’m just at Good Dog with Edward.”
Unlike Rose, Emmett was not as comfortable with Bella spending all her free time with Edward. He acknowledged that this had very little to do with Bella and everything to do with Edward. Emmett was fully aware that Bella had a bit of a crush on Rose’s fiancé. The way Bella smiled at Edward told Emmett everything he needed to know. It wasn’t all that long ago Bella looked at Emmett the same way. He knew that because he’d told Bella she could see other people, he shouldn’t be jealous. Of course, he didn’t let that stop him.
“Give me a few minutes to finish up here, and I’ll meet you at Good Dog.”
“Wow.” Bella’s surprise was palpable, even over the phone. “Okay. See you in a bit.”
Half an hour later, Emmett found Bella and Edward in a booth across from the bar. Emmett slid right in next to Bella, kissing her on the lips and squeezing her thigh. It was not like Emmett to be so physically demonstrative with her in public, but Bella craved passion so desperately she neither questioned Emmett’s motives nor noticed the pained look on Edward’s face as she returned Emmett’s kiss. Bella and Emmett left shortly after his arrival, but Edward lingered for a few minutes and thought about what had just transpired.
Edward knew Emmett’s appearance at the bar was not to see Bella as much as it was to stake his claim on her. Edward also knew it wasn’t in Emmett’s nature to be overly possessive, so his presence that evening could only mean one thing—Emmett perceived Edward as a threat. Having received confirmation that his feelings for Bella were mutual, Edward couldn’t contain his excitement, even if he had no idea what his next step (if any) would be.
Emmett and Bella made the short walk to her apartment in record time. The moment they were inside, he pressed her against the door, putting all of the afternoon’s sexual frustration into a single kiss. Without removing his lips from Bella’s, he pulled at her clothing almost frantically. It wasn’t long before she stood before him, naked except for her panties. He scooped her into his arms and carried her the short distance to the sofa, placing her on her feet behind it. He pulled her panties down to her knees and bent her over the back of the sofa, entering her the second his cock was freed from his pants. She was hot and tight around him, and though he knew he should get her off before he came, he couldn’t find the will to postpone his climax for the benefit of hers—he’d have plenty of time to make her orgasm later. He came hard and suddenly, grunting in to Bella’s ear as his hands squeezed her tits. He withdrew before helping her stand, carefully turning her to face him.
Bella’s hair was everywhere, and her make-up was smudged all over her face. Her skin was red, presumably from the combined effort of his five o’clock shadow and his haste to fuck Rose out of his mind. He felt like a complete asshole.
“I’m sorry,” he said, gently touching her cheek.
“I was rough, and you deserve better than that from me.”
Bella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Though Emmett had been a little forceful, Bella loved every second of it. She found his abandon to be a huge turn-on, and wished he’d let this side of himself out more often.
“Did you hear me complaining?” she asked.
She cupped his face in hands. “You aren’t going to break me. I like passion and getting swept up in the moment. My only complaint is that we don’t do this more often.”
“Bella, I bent you over a sofa and fucked the shit out of you. That’s how men treat whores and one-night stands.” And Rose, he added silently. “No decent man would do that to his girlfriend.”
“He should if she likes it that way. You never know unless you try.” Bella gave him a quick peck on the lips, then began gathering up her clothing.
Emmett thought about Bella’s words as he pulled his pants up and refastened his belt. He didn’t believe for a second Bella was in to rough sex, nor did he think she’d willingly participate in some of his more esoteric fetishes. She was the kind of woman men married, not the kind they tied to the bed, ball gagged and fucked up the ass. That sort of behavior was reserved for women like Rose. He had the sudden mental image of Rose, naked except for a pair of stilettos, bent at the waist and sucking his cock and wondered how he would ever be able to work beside her and not behave inappropriately.
Across town, Edward came home to an empty apartment. As he undressed and got into bed, it occurred to him just home how much he enjoyed having the place to himself. Obviously, he liked it when Rose was home, but he didn’t miss her on the nights she worked late. He wondered what that said about his relationship with Rose—if it indicated an increased level of comfort or a waning of affection. He didn’t think about it for too long, though. Sleep claimed him mere seconds after he closed his eyes.
He opened them a few hours later to find Rose naked and on top of him, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
“Not now,” he said.
“Oh, but why not?” Rose pursed her lip in her trademark exaggerated pout that was meant to be sexy.
As far as Edward was concerned, it was anything but.
“I need sleep, Rose. If you wanted to make love tonight, you should have come home before three a.m.”
“Who said anything about making love?” Rose sat up, pinching her nipples as she ground her hips into his. “I want to fuck,” she added in a whisper.
“And I want to sleep.”
“Okay, fine,” she whined, rolling off him. “You can have your precious sleep, and I’ll take care of things myself.”
Edward was exhausted enough that neither the quiet hum of Rose’s vibrator nor the melodramatic cacophony of her moans could keep him awake.