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Staring into Aubrey's eyes was like looking into his mind. They held everything, every emtion. If I ever needed to know something, I learned all I had to do was look into his dark brown orbs. Looking into them right now, all I saw was pure lust.

I gripped his face and pulled him into a kiss as his hands gripped the globes of my ass. He was guiding me, trying to find the perfect pace so we could enjoy our climaxs together. I was lost in pleasure and couldn't tell where my body ended and his began. Our tongues tangled and our sweat mixed as I rode him.

Sex with Aubrey was similar to a game. The more you put into it, the better the outcome. Well, sex in general was like that, but with him it was different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, it was just more intense. Each stroke, moan, and flick of the tongue inched me closer to the finish line.

"Emerson, fuck." He groaned into my chest. I gripped onto his shoulders, feeling my own orgasm working its way through my body. Aubrey looked up through lowered lids and bit his lip. "You're so sexy right now."

I wanted to respond, I really did, but I couldn't bring myself to. My eyes squeezed shut and my head lowered into his neck.

"Aubrey," was the only thing that left my mouth. Honestly, it was the only thing I could even think of. If you asked me my own name right now, I would answer 'Aubrey.' It was scary just how much he invaded my thoughts.

Once my climax ended, Aubrey's began. His hands gripped my hips and my name rolled off his tongue over ad over again. I kept my head buried in his neck, placing light kisses and maybe even leaving a few marks there for the next day.

When he finally settled down, he leaned back but stayed propped up on one elbow. I sat up straight and got off of his length. Running my hands up and down his chest, I looked down at him.

"I like it when you dominate." He whispered. "I like seeing you in control."

"You call that in control?" I let out a small laugh. "You choose the pace and basically guide me. Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"You should take the credit on this one." He laid back the rest of the way. "I have to leave soon..."

"Why?" I climbed off of him and sat on my knees next to him.

"I'm not supposed to tell you." He sighed. "Not that I don't want to, it has something to do with Lucas."

"So you're not gonna tell me?" I raised a brow.

"I didn't say I wasn't going to tell you, I said I wasn't supposed to." He explained. "After what you just did, I tell you anything you want to know." When he saw the smile spread across my face, he changed his statement. "Okay not anything..."

"What do you have to talk to her about?" I shifted so I was laying on my stomach next to him.

"To be honest, I'm not completely sure. She just said she didn't want you guys to know." I frowned at him. "Trust me, I'm just as curious. I hate when she plays game with me."

"She always has to be so cryptic." I rolled my eyes and began tracing patterns on his chest. "It's annoying how she invades on our personal lives. I want a normal day with you."

"That's understandable. I guess I'm used to it." He sighed. "It's becoming more annoying as we progress in our relationship." I shot him a look. "I didn't mean boyfriend-girlfriend, I meant in whatever we call this. It's cutting into time I could be here doing nasty things with you."

"Is that what you think about when you're not here?" I smirked.

"Mostly." He lowered his voice and made it deeper. "I think about all the positions  I could have you in. All fours, your legs on my shoulders, you riding me, there's an endless list... Fuck." He looked down at his length that was growing hard with each word he spoke. "I really need to leave."

"You don't have to..." My eyes shifted upwards, staring up at the white ceiling. "I mean, you could just stay here, especially after what you just told me."

"I want to stay." He whispered. "You know I can't."

"I know you can't." I rolled my eyes. "But I want you to. I hate that she controls every fucking thing."

"I'd love to sit here and talk shit about her with you, but I need to get ready." I sighed and he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Just... Be careful. I don't trust her." He pulled his boxers on as I spoke.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. She's never done anything to intentionally hurt me." He pondered the statement for a moment. "Well not that I know of. She's put me in dangerous situations plenty of times."

"She's a sneaky bitch though." He let out a low chuckle and pulled on his pants. "It's not funny, Aubrey. It's the truth."

"I know she's crazy, but I'm fine, Emerson." He put on the remainder of his clothing in silence, then turned to me. "I'll be fine, Em. I don't want you sitting here worried about me."

"I just don't like the idea of you going alone." I crawled to the edge of the bed, and sat so I was on my knees. He approached me and wrapped his arms around me.

"You know what I need you to do?" He leaned close and pressed his lips on mine. He gave me a short kiss. "Do you?" I shook my head. "I need you to get some sleep. I'll go and talk to her and I'll be right back here. I'll sleep for a little bit with you and when we wake up, we'll continue this session." He kissed me again. "Sound good?"

"Mmhm..." I moaned once I closed the short distance between us.

"Okay, I need to leave." He pulled back from me. "I'm not kidding get some sleep." He walked backwards towards the door.

"Alright, fine." I sighed. "Bye."

"Bye, beautiful." He turned and pulled the door open, loooking back one more time before exiting the room.

I laid back on the bed as I heard the front door close.

~~

When Killian was kidnapped, I had been paranoid all the time. It lead to me having restless nights, watching over my shoulder, and waking up at the quietest of noises. So when Aubrey came back early that morning, it wasn't a huge shocker the front door woke me up.

I rolled over and watched the door, anticipating his arrival. His heavy footsteps sounded and made their way towards my door. When he finally entered, he made no attempt to hide how tired he was, probably because didn't think I was wake.

"Hey," I whispered. He jumped a little, and let out a sign of relief when he saw it was me.

"Damn, you scared me." He toed off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. "Why are you awake? You were supposed to get some sleep."

I watched him yank his pants down his legs before responding.

"You woke me up." He didn't reply, just made his way over to the unoccupied side of the bed. "What'd you talk about? You were gone for awhile."

"We can talk about it in the morning." He mumbled and turned with his back facing me.

"I'm guessing it wasn't something good..." I moved closer and rested my head on his side.

"Em, not right now." He sighed. "We'll talk about in later. I'm so fucking tired."

"Alright, fine." I rolled my eyes and shifted away from him. Aubrey obviously wasn't in the mood to talk right now, and I wasn't trying to start an argument with him at five o'clock in the morning.

Before I could even get in a comfortable position, I heard Aubrey's light snores fill the room. I rested my head on my pillow and closed my eyes.