Unplanned Luna

he is taking her to charity. "Have fun." Kaitlyn leaned towards Emily and hugged her tightly. “You are a rock star. Drink until you forget and he'll call you a taxi,

riend… just a little. Every time the guy went to the bar for a drink, Drake would look him straight in the eye and mentally encourage him to keep his cock away from Emily. She never recognized Drake, she never spoke to him. Hell, she barely looked at him. He seethed as he saw those two leave together and tried not to imagine what rights Mr. Dead Meat would have over his body if his influence was gone. Then her friend Kaitlyn contacted the club manager about hosting a bridal shower. Drake explains his situation to Christian, the owner of Fair Moonlight, and learns of the wedding date. With just a few weeks left, it's time for Drake to visit his soon-to-be girlfriend in person. When Emily walked into the club tonight, Drake decided he wasn't going to risk making another mistake. He will do everything he can to make her his. His drink contains more tangerine juice than vodka; he won't let her get drunk. He needed her acceptance, wanted her reaction to him to be real and not leave her feeling tired and empty the next day. Before, when she gave him the key, his heart fluttered. He restrained his reaction as he nodded at Christian, got out and opened the car door for Emily. As soon as he entered his sedan, he inhaled her signature scent without the smell of chaos that pervaded the club. Her scent matched her natural beauty, a floral scent that reminded him of green meadows dotted with blooming wildflowers. He immediately regained his composure, tensed his zipper, tried to tilt the chair back and brought her right to the front of the club. But for what he thinks, they need to be where they can have space and uninterrupted hours. Emily showed him how to get to her house while he was running through the street, trying his best to avoid getting caught or having an accident. When they arrived, he parked the car in the garage and locked them both inside. He hesitated. Is she ready for this without wanting to change her mind? If he has to wait any longer, he will. I will kill him, but he will wait. She walked into his apartment and looked at him through her eyelashes, almost shyly, and he leaned down to capture her mouth. Mother Earth is sweet, I have never imagined her taste. She was so sweet from the fruit drink and her mouth fit his perfectly. He groaned, his rod getting harder, wanting to escape from his jeans. It wasn't Drake who picked her up, she wrapped her legs around him, he stepped over the threshold and kicked the door shut, then reached behind him and locked it. Drake made her open her mouth and use her tongue to imitate what he had planned for her tight body later. Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head closer. The little whispers she made almost got her undone. His hands roamed her body, loving the feel of her curves, then he lifted her shirt, caressing the soft skin underneath before moving up to cup her breasts. They filled his large hand as if they were made for him. Breaking contact to lift her shirt over her head, he began tasting her sweet wet mouth again. She pulled up her shirt, wanting to explore for herself. He knelt there in the hallway still holding her, one hand undoing her bra strap while the other cupped her ass. Her breasts bounced and he moaned again, groping one, rubbing his thumb to tease her nipple. He really wanted to give them the attention they deserved, but they would have to wait. Carefully, he laid her down, bending over her, supporting her weight with his knees and forearms so he could finish undressing her while he still had her mouth attached. Emily's hands caressed his back, circling, up and down his front. She became bolder, moving closer to his zipper, where her arousal was straining to