Girl That You Love

“Emma, are you sure about this color?” Her sister, Lizzie, was turning around slowly, scrutinizing the dark blue organza dress with a fitted, strapless bodice that fell just above her knees. Lizzie looked just like Emma except her hair was dark brown, almost black. She would joke that she was Emma’s evil twin and Emma would sometimes agree because Lizzie loved getting her into trouble when they were younger.

Emma peeked out of her fitting room and saw her four bridesmaids standing around sipping wine in four different style dresses. Tracy was wearing a long silk dress that Emma immediately decided would probably only look good on her since she was the tallest out of all of them, Marie was wearing something that was short and Grecian styled, and Megan, Patrick’s younger sister, was wearing one that looked almost like a baby doll dress.

It was a few weeks after the guys had appeared on Ellen and then flew over to Australia for a few shows and they were finally back in the states with a seemingly open schedule to get them through the winter holidays. So Emma and Patrick had scheduled their engagement party and had it coincide with their

“I love that color, it’s…” she glanced at the sales associate who was tinkering with Marie’s dress, “What is it again?”

“Marine, dear,” The lady replied, looking up from the back of Marie’s dress.

“Marine?” Lizzie said, scrunching up her nose in confusion. “It doesn’t look like any ocean I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, Lake Michigan doesn’t count,” Emma teased and Lizzie stuck her tongue out at her. She then looked at the other girls. “So what do you guys think of the dresses?”

“I like the one on Lizzie the best,” Megan said. She was just as petite at Patrick was with the same pale hair except hers was longer. She was also a bit younger than the rest of the girls. She and Emma had always gotten along because Megan too was a writer of sorts, but she focused more on plays and screenwriting, and that leading to a promising career in the theater district in Chicago.

“I agree with Megan,” Marie added, slapping the hands of the sales associate who had poked her in the back again with a pin. “This dress seems to just be too annoying.”

“I’m so sorry,” the lady said moving away from Marie’s glare.

Tracy started doing a one-woman waltz in front of her mirror. “I don’t know, this one is very elegant. It will be cold here in New York in January, Emma.”

Marie raised her eyebrow. “Tracy, you’re the tallest and thinnest out of all of us. Of course you like that one.”

“Plus, won’t we be inside for everything?” Lizzie added.

Tracy rolled her eyes. “Fine, I guess I will suffer and wear organza,” she said, eyeing Lizzie’s dress with distaste.

“Thanks Tracy, it means the world to me,” Emma replied. “Um, Edith, could you get the girls’ measurements and place the dresses on my order form.”

“Wait, what do you mean YOUR order form?” Marie asked her.

“Patrick and I are paying for these,” Emma replied.

“You better be paying for this. They don’t pay us crap as interns,” Lizzie retorted.

“Thanks babe, that’s pretty cool of you,” Tracy said. “Okay, so what about you? do you have that dress on yet?”

They all looked at her expectantly. “Hey now, I was trying to help you guys decide!” Emma stuck her head back into the fitting room and closed the door. She looked at the sales associate named Margaret who was in the room with her. “Sorry about that.”

Margaret, who was holding a ball gown white slip, just smiled at her. “Not to worry dear. Take all the time you need. This fitting is for you and your friends.”

Emma nodded and lifted her arms for Margaret to slip the mesh fabric over her head. Down it went, fitting snuggly on her hips. Then, she slipped off her bra and Margaret wrapped the white corset around her body and snapped it into place. Finally, it was time for the dress.

Emma had been eyeing it for a while and as a Vera Wang, she couldn’t help but be drawn to the intricate design of fabric in the full skirt. The dress fitted to the entire length of her body, just below her hips before flaring out into a beautiful full skirt at the bottom. She asked for something a little off-white like ivory, since Emma felt that she would be lying if she wore true white, especially considering what her and Patrick did just that morning.

~~~

“Emma,” Patrick murmured, rolling over to shake her awake. Her alarm on her phone, which was still the chorus of “Alone Together,” was blaring from her phone. She moaned and reached for her phone, her hand flopping around until it could feel the plastic case underneath it. She silenced it and turned over to face Patrick.

“Mmm, good morning,” she murmured back, puckering her lips for a kiss. “I guess I have to get up, huh?”

“The girls will all be over here shortly,” he said, and she could sense the disappointment in his voice.

“You don’t sound too happy about that,” she teased, letting her hands run down his side.

Patrick pressed his lips into a thin line. “Um no, I want to keep you in this bed all day long.” He ran his hand through her hair and pulled her face toward his. She smiled as they kissed, their tongues dancing between their lips.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll just have to leave you with something to get you through the day.” She pushed him flat on his back and slowly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire only for her, his smile inviting her in. She reached down into his pajama pants and with one hand, pushed her underwear to the side and with the other guided him inside her. He sighed as she slid down the length of him.

“Emma,” he moaned. She pulled her shirt over her head and pressed her hands on his chest as she slowly moved her hips up and down, squeezing her muscles tight as she lowered. Patrick’s breath started to come in haggard gasps as she increased her speed. Patrick suddenly sat up and clutched her body tight against him. “Keep going,” he whispered in a raspy voice and she complied, riding him as his mouth devoured her breasts, his tongue lightly circling her nipples. She moaned and felt herself trembling from pleasure. Suddenly Patrick cried out and stopped her, pressing his head against her chest. She could feel his pulse moving as a rapid pace and she could feel him deflating inside her.
Patrick looked up at her and firmly kissed her lips. “I love you.” She just smiled shrewdly and slowly climbed off of him, grabbing her t-shirt to clean up the mess.

“I’m going to go get ready now!” she called out in a sing-song voice, walking away from him, only glancing over her shoulder to catch him admiring her naked body.

~~~

“Emma?” Margaret calling her name brought her out of her R-rated memory.

Yeah, definitely no white, she thought, smirking to herself. “Yes?”

“Let’s add this for a stunning effect,” Margaret said, wrapping a same-colored sash around her midsection. On the sash was an ornate crystal design. “Perfect. Okay, turn around so you can see yourself.”

Emma turned toward the full length mirror and felt her eyes start to water. “Oh my God,” she whispered. When she was a little girl, she had often wondered what her wedding dress would look like, but this was unbelievable.

“I know, this is perfect for you. And that flange on the bottom, the way the fabric moves in all those different shapes just like a flower petal. Absolutely gorgeous,” Margaret cooed. “Why don’t we see what the bridesmaids think of it.”

Emma nodded, placing her hand over her mouth. Margaret stepped out of the fitting room first, and then took Emma’s hand and led her out.

“What does everyone think?”

When Emma saw Lizzie start to tear up, she couldn’t help but start to cry as well.

“Emma, you look amazing,” Marie exclaimed.

“Patrick already has a hard time keeping his hands off you now, imagine what he’ll do when he see’s you in that,” Tracy added, giving her a mischievous grin.

“Okay, gross, that’s my brother you’re talking about,” Megan remarked. “Sorry Emma, but I don’t know if I want to think about Patrick having sex.”

“It’s okay Megan,” Emma laughed. She then walked over to Lizzie. “Well?”

Lizzie grabbed her and hugged her tight. “I can’t believe you’re going to be wearing that for your wedding. It really is a fairy tale!”

Emma wiped a few tears from her eyes. “I don’t know about all that. I was hoping for spectacle at the very least.”

“Well, if Harry Styles magically shows up, I’m counting it as my fairy tale,” Lizzie said, pulling away. “It’s the one, Emma. That’s what you need to wear.”

“Okay, then Margaret, add this to my tab too,” she said. Margaret nodded and looked over at the other associate, Edith, who was already piecing together the order form for the bridesmaids dresses. “And get these ladies some more wine as well.”

“Sweet,” Lizzie cheered, holding her wine glass out for Edith to refill it.

Emma shaking her head abashedly, and went with Margaret back into the fitting room to change back into her normal clothes. Once she was back in her jeans and t-shirt, she stepped out of the room and saw the girls all huddled around Lizzie’s iPad. “What are you guys looking at?” Emma started walking up to them curiously. Lizzie looked up at Emma with a guilty look and flipped her iPad over.

“Nothing, just the day’s headlines,” she replied quickly. The other girls all looked up at her, all looking as equally guilty as her sister did.

“Yeah right, none of you read the news…” She grabbed Lizzie’s iPad. “What on Earth is so terrible you can’t show me?” She looked down at Lizzie’s iPad and saw that it was opened to a Tumblr page called “Life Ruiner: Emma Mann.” She looked up at Lizzie questioningly. “What’s this?”

“Well, so I like to search you on Tumblr to, you know, see what people are saying about my, big sister, ‘cause you know I’d cut a bitch if anyone tries to disrespect you…” Emma nodded. “Well, I found this Tumblr page a couple of weeks ago and I was showing it to the girls because it’s absolutely ridiculous.”

Emma looked down at it and there were posts of candid shots of her and Patrick with the word “Bitch” written over her figure, among other words. There were also ramblings of girls who were upset that Patrick was getting married to her.

Emma found a post that had over three thousand likes and reblogs and read it out loud: “I am having a hard time understanding why Patrick would want to be with such an obviously horrible person like Emma. I mean, no offense to her, but she was never really nice to fans back when they were dating before and doesn’t he see that the only reason she’s back with him is because he’s all famous again? Ugh, I can’t deal, is anyone else feeling the same way right now?” Emma looked up at the other girls. “Yeah, none taken,” she said sarcastically.

There was another picture of her with some shopping bags and someone had captioned under it “Yeah, look at me wasting my man’s money.”

She then found another post that had quite a number of likes and reblogs that said, “Does anyone else think that she’s the Yoko Ono of Fall Out Boy? Everyone always blamed Ashlee, but maybe it was Emma. I mean come on, Patrick DID try to go solo.” Emma shook her head. “This is ridiculous.”

“They are just jealous fans, Emma,” Marie said.

“I know, I know. I’m okay with it. I mean, well, you know not terribly okay, but I won’t lose sleep over it.” She thought back to the fans who were so welcoming to her at one of the guys’ concerts back in the spring. She knew that the dissenters did not outweigh the lovers. “So, how much of this stuff do you find daily?” she asked Lizzie.

Lizzie shrugged. “I don’t know I don’t keep a count of it, Em. It’s a fair amount though. At least none of them have the balls to tweet it to Patrick or you.”

“Don’t show this to him though,” Emma suddenly piped up.

“Oh I’m sure he’s seen some of it,” Marie reasoned.

“Maybe, but just to be sure… He’s way more overprotective of me than he should be. We all know that if he knew the extent of these crazy ramblings, he’d take to Twitter or his blog and then it would become something big.” She looked over at Megan expectantly.

“What?! I am pro at keeping secrets from my big brothers. Don’t worry Emma, it’s hoes before bros,” she gave her a solitary fist bump.

The girls headed out of the store and Robbie was waiting just outside to escort them all to the SUV waiting out front.

“Find the dress?” Robbie asked her as they all climbed in.

“Yeah, I did,” she said, smiling.

“Good,” Robbie said, smiling warmly in return. “Okay, so we have to take you all back to your respective hotel rooms to get ready for this engagement party, right?”

“You are correct sir!” Lizzie exclaimed, giggling. Robbie glanced at her amused and hopped into the driver’s seat. Lizzie leaned around Emma’s seat. “You are so lucky you know that?” she said to her with a huge smile on her face.

Emma turned around and smiled back at her sister. “I know,” she replied, and the truth was she did know how lucky she was to had met Patrick when she did. A part of her had always wondered what would have happened if they hadn’t met at the House of Blues all those years ago. She wondered if she would have had ended up going to law school like her parents wanted and just be watching Patrick on TV as a fan with some fancy man in Dockers and sweater vests by her side. That was certainly the life her parents wanted for her. She could see it now; Friday night dinners at her parents’ house, two kids both going to Morgan Park Academy (her parents always wished they had sent her and Lizzie there and had vowed that they’d send their grandchildren there), Saturday evenings going to office parties and discussing politics and the latest changes in the appeals process. It made her bored just thinking about it. She craved more for her life and Patrick could offer that for her.

When she and Robbie got back to her apartment, she ran upstairs to get changed. As she opened the door, she could hear Patrick singing to himself from her bedroom. She smiled and slowly closed the door behind her so as to not make a sound. Quietly, she tiptoed toward her bedroom and peeked her head inside and saw Patrick tying his skinny black tie as he belted out an old song from the band Hot Chocolate:

“It was, ‘Emmaline
Emma, Emmaline
I’m gonna write your name high on that silver screen
Emmaline
Emma, Emmaline
I’m gonna make you the biggest star this world has ever seen,”

Emma giggled and he turned around. “I haven’t heard you sing that in awhile,” she commented, walking over to him and straightening his tie.

He kissed her forehead. “I was in the mood for it.”

“So you were thinking about me then?”

“My dear, I am always thinking about you,” he replied in his best Michael Caine accent. He switched to his normal voice and said, “So how was the fitting?”

“Well, I found it,” she replied, walking over to her closet to pull out the sleeveless black lace party dress that Barbara told her would be perfect for the engagement party. She ran into the bathroom and quickly undressed and re-dressed, letting her curling iron heat up while she put on her makeup.

After about an hour, she finally stepped out of the bathroom and she saw Patrick having a glass of whiskey, chatting with Robbie. They both turned and looked at her as she walked up to them.

“You look stunning,” Patrick said, setting his glass down and taking her hands. “Doesn’t she, Robbie?”

Emma looked over at Robbie, who was giving her a half-smile. “Yeah, she looks good boss.”

Emma curtseyed. “Thank you kindly sirs. Now, I believe we have a party to get to in our honor.”

“Yeah, and you guys are already 15 minutes late,” Robbie commented, grabbing the keys to the SUV off the kitchen counter.

“Eh, they’ll survive. Pete is probably entertaining everyone with his DJ-ing skills,” Patrick replied, picking up his glass and swigging the last of his whiskey. “Ready to go?”

Emma nodded and squeezed his hand. “Let’s get going.”

They piled into the SUV and headed down to the Electric Room. After some maneuvering through traffic, he eventually pulled up in front of the venue, which was surrounded by various men in black outfits and earpieces and a lot of photographers.

“I guess they saw all the bodyguards and said, ‘Hey looks like famous people are here, let’s hang out outside!’” Emma joked as Robbie helped her out of the car. She looked up at him, “You coming to the party too?”

Robbie chuckled. “Sorry, Emma, but Marcus has me out here with the rest of the wannabe suits.”
As if on cue, Marcus, the guys’ head of security, lumbered down the steps that led to the bar’s main entrance. If anyone else saw Marcus coming toward them, they probably would have turned the other way and ran. He was nearly twice Emma’s height and his build was large and menacing. Only, Emma knew how kind and loveable he really was, so she instead opened her arms for a hug.

“Finally, I was just about to call you Robbie,” Marcus exclaimed, lifting Emma up as he hugged her.

“Usually, I’d blame myself, but this time it was all Emma,” Patrick replied, sticking his thumb in her direction.

“Hey Benedict Arnold, thanks a lot!” she exclaimed. She went to punch his arm, but he grabbed her fist and pulled her into a hug.

“You’re so adorable when you are surprised,” he said, pulling his black blazer off and placing it on her shoulders. She tugged the lapels drawing the fabric tightly over her body.

“Thank you,” she said, giving Patrick an adoring look. She wondered if anyone was as absolutely as happy as she was at that moment. At that moment, it didn’t matter that paparazzi were yelling out her and Patrick’s names as Marcus and Robbie escorted them into the building. It didn’t matter that there were a bunch of young girls somewhere typing away on their computers, abhorring her existence. All that mattered at that moment was that Patrick was holding her hand and that they were about to celebrate their engagement with their friends.

Once inside, they met Dario, who gave both of them warm hugs. Emma handed Patrick back his jacket and slipped it on again. “Okay, so everyone is in there, and I’m pretty sure fifty percent of them are drunk already.”

“Damn that open bar,” Patrick said, snapping his fingers in an ‘Aw Shucks’ fashion.

Emma rolled her eyes. “I’m wondering if that’s a good thing, especially since we are mixing my journalist friends with your celebrity friends.”

“Eh, I’m sure your crew knows more of their secrets than they actually know,” Patrick replied.

“Okay, okay, come on guys, let’s get you inside,” Dario said, ushering them down the hall and at the door of the section of the bar that they had reserved. “Okay, you wait here, and I will introduce you both and then you come in.”

“I feel like we should have rehearsed this,” Patrick teased and Emma slapped his arm playfully.

“You’re ridiculous!” Patrick just grinned at her.

Dario opened the door and slid through it, closing it again. They waited on the other side and could hear the music stop and the roar of the guests simmer.

“Okay everyone, they finally decided to grace us with their presence. Let’s welcome the future Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Stump!” Dario then opened the door, and Patrick held the crook of his arm out toward her.

“Let’s go make everyone jealous,” he whispered in her ear, making her body shiver with pleasure. At that moment, all she wanted to do was drag him back into the SUV and tear off his suit and tie. Instead, she clutched his arm and let him lead her into the room where everyone was clapping and whistling for them.

Her nervous energy started to flush her skin as she looked around at all of the people who were there to support her. She managed to find her sister’s face in the crowd, as well as Patrick’s sister and older brother Kevin, and his wife, Sonya. She saw Pete, Joe and Andy as well as Tracy and Marie, all lumped together whistling and cheering for them. Then there were the faces of friends of the band, like Brendon and his wife, Travis, Mark Hoppus and Travis Barker from Blink 182. Then there were the other celebrities that she was surprised were there, like Elton John and Jay-Z and Beyonce (she was sure they had to have had something better to do than celebrate her engagement).

Then of course, she saw many of her friends from many of the magazines and online websites that she had worked out, including the Stone. Her guys from the Stone – Ahmed, Terrence and Rhodie- were all standing around with their dates for the evening, three women who kept glancing around the room and pointing to all of the celebrities that they were seeing. Christian was mingling with all of Patrick's celebrity friends since they all seemed to know him more than the other journalists. Emma had even invited Joel and she saw him a little bit off to the corner, talking to Brooke Winters, a former colleague of Emma’s when she did some freelance work for Alternative Press. Patrick was a little hesitant about letting Emma invite him, but it had been almost three and a half months since their confrontation and Joel did apologize to him in person last time Patrick had stopped by the office to pick Emma up.

Dario handed Patrick the microphone that he had had in his hand and Patrick held it up to his mouth. “Hey everyone, sorry we’re late, traffic is a killer when you’re trying to get across town. Um, we just wanted to thank you all for being here. It really means a lot to both of us that you came out tonight to show your support and love. Some of you have known Emma and I for a long time, and those of you who know us well, you know that I am only the best that I can be when she is with me. I am just really lucky that she wants to be with me for the rest of her life. I love you, Emma,” he leaned over and kissed her lips lightly. “Okay, let’s get the music going and enjoy the party everyone!”

The DJ started up the music again and people started milling about, some making their way over to Emma and Patrick to congratulate them.

“Was it REALLY traffic that kept you guys? I’m thinking it was something involving Patrick’s tie and some bed posts,” Pete joked, as he came up to them, hugging them both tightly.

“Lovely,” Patrick laughed in response.

“Dude, you guys are always all over each other,” Joe commented, coming to hug them as well.

“That’s probably why Emma was so adamant about not choosing white for her wedding dress color,” Marie joked, and Emma blushed at her comment.

Then Andy came up with a glass of red wine and a glass of whiskey. “Cabernet for the lady and Jameson for the gentleman.”

“Thanks Andy,” Emma said warmly. She took a sip and felt Patrick’s hand rest on the small of her back.

“Ready to go mingle?” he asked her under his breath.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, and they started working their way around the room, greeting their friends and family.

“So this is the lovely lady that you told me about.” Emma just stared at the plump older man in front of him with elongated square glasses and thinning gold hair. His British accent wasn’t what threw her off, it was his name.

“Sir Elton John, it is a real honor to meet you,” she said, grabbing his hand and shaking it fiercely. “I’ve met a lot of musicians at the Stone, but none of them come close to you,” she paused, “Except Madonna.”

Elton raised an eyebrow and glanced at Patrick. “Yes, I always do seem to get compared to the lovely Madge,” he replied and Emma’s eyes widened.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean…” she trailed off as he and Patrick started laughing. “Oh stop it,” she said, her head starting to feel feverish from embarrassment.

“It’s all right, darling. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t have a bloody sense of humor?” he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Tell me, what terribly awful secrets do you have on this talented young man here?”

Emma looked at Patrick who’s turn it was to be embarrassed. “Oh Elton, how much time do you have?”

“OKAY, isn’t it time for you to get more wine? And Elton, I think I hear them calling your name over at the piano,” Patrick cut in. Emma shared a playful smile with Elton, who clapped Patrick on the back and walked away toward the piano that was set up for him on the other side of the room.

“Well, he’s charming,” Emma commented, turning to Patrick.

“It’s just the accent,” Patrick replied with an impish grin on his face. “Hey, do you want more wine? I was about to grab another glass of whiskey.” She nodded and he ran off to fill up their glasses.

Once he was gone, Emma felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around and saw Joel standing behind her with an uneasy smile on his face. “Hey Joel!” she exclaimed, and hugged him, although she realized quickly after that it might look a little weird considering all that had happened between them. She pulled away and gave him a tight smile. He was more dressed up than she usually saw him, and his wavy dark brown hair was slicked back and he was wearing his contacts. She couldn’t help but find him a bit attractive in that moment. “I’m glad you could make it. Did you bring Nicole?” Nicole was the girl he had been seeing for the last month and a half. It made Emma relieved when she had found out because she was having a hard time believing that he was over her.

“Oh, um, Nicole and I sort of broke up,” Joel replied anxiously.

“Oh,” Emma said, trying to hide the jolt of discomfort that she felt. “I’m so sorry about that, Joel.”

“No, it’s okay, really. She was moving too fast for me, wanting to introduce me to her parents and stuff… I don’t know, I thought I’d be ready for all of that, but I guess not.” He shrugged. “You look good… together, I mean.”

Emma bit her lip and looked down at her empty wine glass. “Thanks,” she paused, feeling at a loss for words. “So,”

“Emma, can I be honest with you?” he asked her.

Emma looked at him worriedly. “Joel…”

“No, no, don’t worry. I’m not going to make a big scene or anything. I am happy for you, I really am. At first, I didn’t understand why you wanted to… well.. and now, I am starting to see why,”

“Joel,” she started, thinking he was referring to the large fancy party and mounds of celebrity guests.

“No, just hear me out. I see how much he cares for you. I mean, he really does love you Emma, and I know that you love him,” he finished.

“He does love me,” Emma replied, glancing in Patrick’s general direction. He had gotten caught up in a conversation with Pete and Dirty, the band’s friend and sometimes hype man.

“And, there is nothing more that I want than to be your friend and be there for you,” Joel added. “But I can’t… not yet… I still… I still have feelings for you.”

Emma whipped her head around and faced him again. She couldn’t believe he was bringing this up. “Joel, why are you telling me this?”

“Because I know you are so eager for everything to be back to normal. I honestly don’t think Patrick would have willingly let me come tonight if you didn’t persuade him.” Emma wasn’t going to protest that. “And I thought I could handle it, but I really can’t, not yet. Maybe by wedding time.”

“Joel, if you can’t handle just seeing us together celebrating an engagement, how will you be able to handle seeing us take our vows?”

“Time, I guess,” he said with a sense of ambivalence. “But, I wanted to let you know because I didn’t want you to be upset when I leave and not know why.” He bent down and kissed her cheek lightly. “Congratulations Emma. You deserve all of this and more.” Maybe it was because of the low lighting and the secluded corner they had found themselves in, but the way he whispered it in her ear made the muscles in her lower abdomen ache with this craving that she had only ever felt with Patrick. She pulled away from him slightly, wishing he was anywhere else at that moment but next to her.

“You should go, Joel,” she whispered, not meeting his eyes. She was afraid that if she did, he would see what she had just felt.

“Yeah, I should,” he said sullenly and gave her arm a squeeze before walking away. She looked up and watched him leave, hearing nothing but the blood pumping in her veins.

“Where is Joel going?” Patrick’s voice seemed to float far away from her.

She took a deep breath and focused her gaze on him and the fresh glass of wine he held in his hand. “His girlfriend is sick and he was going home to take care of her. He just wanted to stop by to say hello,” she lied, instantly hating herself for lying to Patrick. She shouldn’t be lying to him, especially about Joel, but she was afraid of ruining their night because of a brief sensation she had.

“Oh, that’s sweet of him,” Patrick replied, handing her the glass of wine. “Sorry it took longer than expected, Pete and Dirty were reminiscing about some old tour stories.”

“It’s okay,” she replied, her eyes surveying the room. She then grabbed Patrick’s arm and pulled him toward her, pressing her lips against his, trying to forget about what she just felt. When their lips touched, her mind seemed to move on, focusing only on the shape and feel of Patrick’s mouth.

“Mmm, I like this,” he murmured against her lips and she smiled, slowly reaching down his pants. “Emma,” he exclaimed in surprise. “We should probably find some place a little less crowded for that don’t you think?”

That was exactly what she was thinking though, and she grabbed his hand and as discreetly as possible, led him away from the scene of their engagement party and through the double doors that led to some administrative offices. One of Marcus’s security guards was at the door, but he let them through, just shaking his head. “Wait until you’ve been married for five years, then you won’t even want to touch each other,” he said, eyeing them suspiciously.

“Thanks for the heads up, Gordon, we will, uh, be right out,” Patrick said, pulling her through the double doors and into the first empty office that he could find. He quickly shut and locked the door and when he turned around he rushed to Emma, pushing her against the desk that was sitting in the middle of the room.

His lips attacked hers fiercely and her body reacted instantly. She wrapped her hands up in his hair, pushing his hat off his head and pressed her body against his, grinding her pelvis against his growing erection. She could feel his hands move underneath her dress and clutching the back of her thighs, he lifted her up onto the desk.

“I hope this isn’t Dario’s office,” she gasped, through their kisses.

“He’ll survive,” Patrick said throatily, unzipping his pants. He pushed the skirt of her dress up and pushed himself inside her, so hard she cried out in surprise. He quickly placed a hand over her mouth. “Shhh,” he whispered, and he left it there as he moved in and out of her. The fingers of his other hand clenched her hip so tight that his knuckles started turning white. Emma could feel that aching feeling growing in her abdomen, threatening to explode at any minute.

Patrick’s hand moved away from her mouth and slowly went lower till she felt his fingers pressing against her, moving in quick circular motions, pushing her to the edge. She bit her lip and threw her head back, trying to hold back her cries and that made Patrick climax and she could feel him shake, his face contorted in ecstasy. As their bodies settled, Patrick slowly kissed her forehead and then her lips. “I don’t think I could ever not want to touch you,” he sighed, his eyes searching around and resting on the box of tissues on the desk. He grabbed it and started cleaning up.

Emma hopped off of the desk, smoothing out her dress. “I hope no one missed us,” she said, turning to give him a playful look.

“I hope no one figured out where we ran off to,” Patrick retorted, zipping up his pants and placing his hat back on his head.

They quietly left the office and moved back through the double doors, Gordon giving them a scandalous look. On the other side of the door were Pete and Tracy, both staring at them unbelieving. “Seriously, can you guys not go like five minutes without fucking each other?” Pete asked them and they both looked at each other with embarrassment.