Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter

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It was late by the time the movie was over, and I could not hide the jaw-breaking yawn that escaped me. After giving everyone a good night's kiss, 1. headed for my room with Mike close behind. We climbed into bed, and the second he pulled me close to him and my head

hit the pillow, I was asleep

When I woke up the following day, it was still dark. After unsuccessfully trying to fall back asleep, I carefully slid out of bed, trying not to disturb Mike, who was still sound asleep. I went to the kitchen, started the coffee maker, and quietly snagged my phone from its charger before slipping into the bathroom to shower. While the water warmed up, I brushed my teeth, brought up one of my playlists, and put it on, keeping the volume low so wouldn't wake anyone else.

I was singing along as I washed and conditioned my hair, and when I looked up, I saw Mike leaning against the counter by the sank-smiling.

"Were you just going to watch, or were you planning on joining me? I asked, grinning as Mike's smile widened,

He pulled his shirt and boxers off and was in the shower with me in less than a minute.

me up and pressed me against the cold wall of the shower. I squeaked in surprise

to say anything else. I had been

and shuddered. I locked my legs around his waist, holding onto him as he thrust hard into me. His fingers dug into my hips as he took control of my movements, not even slowing as he pushed me over the edge into an orgasm. I

we came down from our orgasm,

I returned to my bedroom to get dressed, and the smell of coffee and breakfast made my

said with a squeal as I came around the corner and froze at the entrance to the kitchen. All the guys were standing around the kitchen, coffee in hand, but a stranger stood before the stove over a pan of sizzling bacon. "Umm, hi," I said, still

baby girl," Josh said, coming toward me with a cup of coffee for me. I smiled my thanks and took a

I said

nice to

to meet you, too. I thought waffles would

and they smell amazing. But please

Em," he replied before returning to the

formality, but Jake shook his head. "Damen has been formal for as long as he's worked for us. It took me forever to get him to call me Mr. Jake instead of Mr. Jacob or Mr. Peters," he said, shaking his head. Daren ignored us, plating up the

will bring in the warm syrup in just a