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Back The Companion Project
Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Is that so?” Moving quickly, I spin her around so her back is flush against my chest. “I could share how I’d love to bend you over the arm of this bench and slide my fingers into your tight, sweet pussy. I’d go slow, baby, so you can savor every second.” I lift her arm, bringing her hand to run over the wood, weathered from age, careful to avoid any spots that might give her a splinter. She begins to pant, squirming in my lap. “Stop moving,” I warn her, and she complies, stilling. “Should I tell you how I’d love to kneel in the dirt before you, my fucking queen, and go down on you, tasting how delicious you are? Open your legs, Emma.” Her thighs part automatically and I hum my approval. “That’s my good girl. I could share about how I want to paint your pretty face with my come. Or do you want to hear how turned on I am, thinking about fucking you here? I would give a lot of things to have you spread open beneath me, naked and begging for more.”

“Henry,” she whimpers. Her legs are trembling, pressing into mine. “I-I—”

“You told me you wanted to know, so now you’re going to listen. I want to fill your mouth with my cock so you stop taunting me, thinking you’re going to get what you want. Not yet. You need to be patient.”

I kiss down her neck, letting my free hand skate up the inside of her thigh. My fingers brush along the seam of her underwear, right over her slit, and she moans. Dampness greets me, and I grin. “I’m a selfish man, Emma. Anyone could hear us out here. Anyone could see. The only person who gets to experience what you sound like when you come for the first time is me, which is why we’re going to wait. This isn’t about me not wanting you, sweetheart. You feel my cock, don’t you? You did that. I want you so. Fucking. Bad.”

I lift my hips as I punctate each word, and she lets out a cry.

“A-are you implying someone can listen the second time?”

My lips skate over her ear. “Would that interest you?”

“I-I think so.”

“Mm. Noted. Let that imagination run wild. I’m going to learn every one of your fantasies. I’ll finger you under the tablecloth surrounded by my entire family if it’s what you want.”

She gasps, legs snapping closed. She doesn’t have to verbalize it, but I know I just hit one of her desires on the head. Regretfully, I lift her off my lap and set her back down on the ground. Gritting my teeth together and thinking of anything except touching Emma, I lead us back to the party.