The Eccedentesiast

Chapter Forty-two

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Chapter Forty-two
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Emma moaned into Emiliano's lips. "Fuck, I've gotta go."

"No." His chest rumbled.

He gripped her wrists that he had pinned above her head, right after she had stepped into his office. He thrust his hips into her own, knowing exactly how much she needed him to do that simple action.

"Emiliano," Emma's ragged breath whispered. "I have a job and--Fuck!"

A knock on his office door startled them both. Emiliano let her wrists go, telling her not to worry about it—but she should have, because the moment she saw Gabriel come in, she died.

"Oh, shit . . ." Gabriel let go of the papers he had in his hands, and Emiliano watched them fly down to the floor. "You—" he pointed at Emma—"and you." He finally looked at Emiliano. "You two are--My tummy hurts."

Gabriel circled his arms around his middle, slightly bending down. "I just saw two devils about to make it and I don't think it's humanly possible to witness what I just did!"

Emiliano separated his hips from hers, letting Emma step away from him and back into another wall.

"Oh, no . . ." Emma looked as if she was in shock. The only thing that moved was the gears inside her head, the rapid beating of her heart.

Gabriel supported himself, leaning against the front of his boss's desk.

Emiliano covered his face with his hands and turned around to face the wall that Emma was standing against.

"I can't--Shit. Shit. Shit." Emiliano paced in small circles, glancing at Emma each time he made his way towards her before curving to turn towards Gabriel. "Gabriel, I-"

Gabriel raised a hand in the air, his eyes were tightly shut and his lips tightly sealed for a second before he licked them. "Don't speak. I might barf on you."

Emma mumbled random things under her breath, finally having the courage to step toward her friend—she held onto his shoulders.

"You can't-"

"I know." Gabriel looked at her dead in the eyes. "But what the fuck." He shrugged her hands off. "You and him?" He looked over that Emiliano for a second—up and down—taking in his messed-up suit and ruffled hair. "I might need therapy."

Emma wanted to so badly throw the stapler that was on the desk at the back of Gabriel's big head, but she couldn't move as she watched him walk away as if he were an old man without his cane.

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Brian couldn't help but blush. He immediately looked away from the beautiful, brown goddess that he believed her to be.

The girl rolled her eyes at the boy. She didn't want to blush as he had. Yes, she has been watching him for weeks now—admiring his fit and attractive physique.

Was this the first time he's caught me? God, please let it be. She resisted the urge to bite on her newly manicured nails.

Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk threads, and her brown eyes matched the mud on the football field.

Brian ignored the girl once more, getting back to his studying before he had to get to his next class—including his best of friends.