Hot Coffee (The Hollens Book 1)

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"Baby, what are you doing?" he asked, letting out a soft moan as I felt his manhood through his pants.

I didn't answer, nor did I stop. I took his jacket off; I was already heated for him. I'd been heated for him since I'd laid eyes on him at the gala and I wasn't about to wait until he came back from work. I wanted him now, and I would have him now. I didn't care about anything else. 

I undid his shirt and rubbed his hard chest.

"Emma, baby, you're going make me late."

"Hmm, you're the boss," I said, turning his face towards me and kissing his lips.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back.

Yes, finally.

He laid me back onto the bed as he climbed onto me, not moving from my lips. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants and moved my hand to his hard erection. He let out a soft moan again and kissed my neck hungrily. His lips felt so good against my skin.

He moved his mouth to my breast, sucking at the nipple, making it hard in his warm mouth. I threw my head back and let out a moan in heated passion. He moved his hand to my kitty and touched my joy spot, which immediately channeled my wetness and weakness.

"Baby, you're so wet. I wanna taste you," he said, gazing up at me with those sexy grey eyes.

He parted my legs wider before parting my panties; then I felt his tongue on me, directly on my opening. I moaned louder and twisted my body. He held my thighs firmly with his strong arms as he tasted my release. Then I felt his manhood going slowly into me, pleasuring me even more.

"I love you," he said in my ear, kissing my neck and rubbing my breast, going deeper and harder into me. 

He positioned me on top of him and I took the liberty of riding him like he had taught me before.

"Oh yeah baby, just like that," he said, slapping my ass; then he rolled me over, covering me with his body again.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed as I climaxed again. 

I felt him release his warm glory inside of me. He was panting and  sweat was rolling down his face and chest. I pulled him into me, rubbing his back, allowing him to rest.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too."

"Now you've made me late for work," he said, getting up from my hold.

"But it's Saturday, and the gala was last night. Shouldn't you and your workers have the day off?" I asked, spoiled.

He gave me a look and I remained silent. 

He cleaned himself off in the bathroom and so did I.

"Have a nice, babe. I'll see you later," he said heading for the door with a fresh suit on.

"Actually, I'm going back to my apartment in a bit."

My words made him stop dead in his path. He turned back at me and approached the side of the bed, staring down at me. I suddenly regretted what I said.

"Are you serious right now?" he asked, anger creeping into his eyes. 

I pulled the cover over me to hide; he pulled it off.

"Emma, I'm not playing. Are you serious about what you just said?"

"Yes, I'm serious, Ethan."

"Okay. Have a nice life," he said and headed for the door again.

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not going to persuade you and beg you to forgive me and take me back. I know I messed up, Emma, and I'm trying to make it up to you, but how am I to do that when you're not here and pushing me away? If you want to leave, I'm not going to stop you; you can leave."

He was out the door.

I lie back in bed thinking about what he'd just said; wondering, if I left, would that be the end of it or would if he'd still try to get me back in his life? I was pushing him away only because he did it to me first. I wanted him to feel how I felt, but, at the same time, I missed him like crazy.

I got dressed in jeans, tight long-sleeved top and a flat sandals. I combed my hair and applied light makeup. I looked up at the clock— it was half past seven in the morning. 

I made my way down the familiar long staircase and outside onto the grounds. The security guards were already about, and there were new faces. 

He must have hired more guards. 

I headed to the kitchen in search of Halley but saw a chef preparing meals. I stopped in my tracks.

"Good morning, Mrs. Hollen. I'll have breakfast ready for you in one minute," he said cheerfully with a smile.

"Thank you, Chef." I was rather hungry.

Another maid walked past me, greeting me before making her way to the elevator to the third floor to start her cleaning the bedrooms. She had to be new also. I began wondering if Halley had quit because I couldn't find her.

I walked back upstairs.

"Emma!" I heard an excited voice call from downstairs. Halley began running up to me, dropping her mop and cleaning tools. She flung herself on me, almost knocking me over. "You're back! You're actually back!" she hugged me tightly.

"Yes, Hal, I'm here."

"I'm so happy to see you. I hope you don't ever leave again."

"I'll try not to," I said, hugging her back, knowing, in the back of my mind, what my final decision really was.

Midday, I took a shower and lie in bed with skimpy clothing on, watching television, eating popcorn and drinking soda. I felt sleepy shortly afterwards. I threw the covers over me and fell into a comfortable sleep again. I'd missed this bed so much. 

I woke up to the ringing of my cellphone. Roger had already called three times.

"Hey," I answered, rubbing my eyes.

"I know you're off on Saturdays but where are you?"

"I'm alright, Roger, if that's what you're concerned about," I responded rudely, hoping he'll get a clue.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were Hollen's fiancee? I had to find out online."

"I don't discuss my personal relationship."

"It's not personal if it's all over the news and web pages. Did you know that I was dragged into it when I gave you a ride?"

I heaved a sigh. 

The bedroom door opened and Ethan walked in. 

He must have taken a half day.

"No, I didn't know that Roger," I replied, looking at Ethan. 

He made his way next to me and sat down on the bed.

"So, when are you coming back?"

"I don't know" was what I wanted to say, but the phone was taken from my hand.

Ethan glared at it then hung up the call, but not before saying, "Why don't you mind your own fucking business Roger!"