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The Quintessential Q
Prologue--
Emily hangs up the phone from talking to Carly. "Sleep on it she says. My life is spinning out of control and she says sleep on it we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Alan raps softly on the slightly ajar door and then peeks in. "Sounds like good advice. Nothing more to be done tonight."
Emily sits up in the bed. "Hey Dad."
"Was that Carly?"
"Yeah." Emily dodges slightly. "I was just filling her in on what happened after I caught the bouquet at the wedding. How Grandfather got all fuedal and how I ditched the guards and went riding."
"I am concerned about that, Emily. I understand the need to leave, I've been there myself but ditching the security could have been dangerous. It was one of the compromises YOU agreed to when you wanted to continue with your modeling career-- that you would have security. There are too many lunatics in the world and some of them are not related to us." Alan jokes.
Emily smiles then sighs. "I know." She rolls her eyes. "I knew when I did it but I just had to get away for a little while. Dad, what are we going to do about grandfather? There is no way I am going to be grounded until Amy Vining gets married."
Alan kisses Emily on the forehead. "Do what you always do, sweetheart-- ignore him. It drives him nuts. I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'm suppose to meet Carly and Michael tomorrow but that isn't until later."
Alan stands next to the open door and hesitates for just a minute before reaching over to the light. "Sweet Dreams, Em."
"Night Dad." Emily slides back down under the covers and waits as Alan switches off the light and shuts the door. Then as she hears his footsteps retreat she reaches over to the bedside and turns on the lamp. She stares at the ceiling above the four poster bed. Slowly her eyes close and she thinks back to what had happened tonight....
Nik groans. Sliding his hands back down, he kneads the supple leather covering her lean flanks. Lifting her up, Emily wraps her legs around him. She greedily runs her fingers through his dark hair planting kisses along his face. Nik carries her over to the nearest flat surface and lays her out for his perusal. Nik runs the back of his hand over her face. Emily presses up against it, kissing the back of his hand. Running his thumb across her swollen lower lip, Emily takes his thumb in her mouth and laves it gentley with her tongue. Her eyes meet his.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"Do you have any idea what you have been doing to me for months?" Emily takes a hold of Nik's shoulder and uses it to leverage herself to a half reclining position she pulls Niks head down to her and begins to whisper in his ear all the things that she had dreamed of him doing to her. "I was singing to you today. Couldn't you tell? You're still the one, Nik. The only one I dream of. Still the one." Emily starts unbuttoning his shirt trailing kisses and her hands down his lean and muscular frame. Nik laughs as he swears he hears her starting to purr. He grabs both of her hand in one and holds them over her head. Emily twines her fingers together and arches her back her head falling back over the arm of the couch. Nik runs his hands down her frame and grabbing the edge of her shirt eases his hands under it and pulls it over her head tossing the shirt to the coffee table beside them. He trails kisses over her breasts glorying in her moans. He reaches to the buttons of her leathers and starts unbuttoning them one by one. He groans as his his fingers fell the whisp of satin panties beneath the leather.
"You're trying to kill me aren't you?" Emily raises her hips.
"I love the feel of leather and satin, but I think I'd like to wear you instead." Nik's eyes darken. He slides down further on the couch working on getting Emily out of her leathers.
Emily laughs and groans at the same time. "The boots. They have to come off first."
"Where have you been all my life?"
"Right under your nose." Emily reaches up and bites Nik playfully on the jaw. Nik rises and turns around bent on getting Emily out of her boots as soon as possible. This torment had gone on long enough.
"DAMN, DAMN, DAMN" Emily's eyes pop open. Sweet dream that turned into a nightmare. She'd been thisclose to have Nikolas really see her as a grown up and then Johnny had showed up and ruined it. Ruined everything. And changed everything. Emily's hand reaches up to her lips, lips still swollen-- luckily Dad had either not noticed or not wanted to notice. She licks her lips but it isn't Nikolas that she tastes...
"I HATE YOU! How could you embarass me like that?" Emily punches Johnny with all of her might.
Johnny grabs Emily by the back of the head and pulls her to him. He ravishes her mouth with his leaving her breathless and bewildered. "You play with fire you get burned; you understand, little girl?" Emily pulls away her hand going to her mouth. Her other hand forms a fist. "You gonna try to hit me again, Little Girl?" Johnny looks at Emily with narrowed eyes.
"I should have hit him again." Emily mutters to herself the flushes, honest to her core. Did she want to hit Johnny for embarrassing her or because she wanted him to kiss her again?