Page 42 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Oh." He chuckles. "Aquafresh."

"Aquafresh?" I stare at him dumbly for a couple of seconds, and then it dawns on me. "Oh, that’s the name of your toothpaste."

"Yeah," he says. I’m still on his lap, and now he has his arm around my waist, and he’s pulling me in closer. "Your mouth tastes like strawberry wine. So delicate and sweet. I wonder what other places on your body taste like." It’s like he’s hit a button with his words, and my entire body is now buzzing. I shift slightly on his lap and feel his hardness pressing into me.

I take a deep breath. "We shouldn’t be doing this."

"I know," he says. "But I guess we’ve already started, so there’s that." I attempt to get up, but he grabs me again and keeps me still in his lap. "I haven’t finished kissing you yet, Sarah Kahan," he says before he presses his lips against mine again.

I don’t resist. I can’t. Who am I? I don’t want this moment to end.

I’m just a junior copywriter, and if the gorgeous and delectable Ethan Rosser wants to kiss me, he can. He can have his wicked way with me because no matter how many times I’ve called him a jerk or a pompous prick or any other horrible thing, I can’t deny the fact that I think he is the hottest man I have ever seen in my life.

HOTTEST!

He could give Brad Pitt and Bradley Cooper a run for their money. In fact, I would likely turn them down for Ethan. Not that I would admit that to anyone. Ethan is sexiness at its highest peak. He is the pinnacle of everything a hot alpha male should be, and I am really into alpha men. I grab his face and deepen the kiss. To hell with it. If this is going down, I’m going to enjoy every moment.

Every single moment.

He groans as he shifts his body and holds me tightly to him as he leans back in his chair. I shift so that I’m now straddling him. His cock is now positioned between my legs, and I feel like the dam that is Sarah Kahan is going to burst right then and there. Especially if he keeps moving me back and forth like this. I haven’t dry-humped like this in a long time, and I wonder why not. This is even hotter than sex.Kinda.

"Fuck, this is hot," Ethan says as his hand slips up my shirt, and I feel him rubbing his palm against my warm back.

I wonder if he’s going to take off my bra. Do I want him to take off my bra? I’m not going to stop him if he wants to, but we might be moving a little bit quickly. I’m loving it, but I’m not sure if I’m out of my mind. He runs his fingers over my bra strap, and I still, waiting to see if he’s going to unclasp it. He doesn’t. A twinge of disappointment runs through me, but I dismiss it. How can you be disappointed when you’re kissing the most gorgeous man on Earth? This is like a dream. He moves his hand to the front of my top, and I feel him cupping my breasts again. I press my body even closer to his as he slips his fingers inside and plays with one of my nipples.

My panties grow moist immediately.Moister.

This is fucking hot. I reach down and run my fingers along the front of his pants. He grunts loudly as I gently rub over his crotch.

"Play with fire and you’re going to get burned, Sarah." His voice is deep and gravelly as he kisses the side of my face.

I stare into his dazzling blue eyes, and I grin. "Who knows? Maybe I like being burned?" I am not sure why I say that. It’s not even true, and I have no idea what he has taken from me saying that. I don’t even know what I would take from that.

"Oh." There’s a light in his eyes as he raises a single eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you know," I say, looking down and only raising my eyes to him. I’m nervous but also trying to flirt, but I’m not sure if I’m sounding like an idiot. Or just super horny and out of my mind. Most probably the latter because that’s what’s true at this moment.

"Tell me."

"A little candle wax here, a little whipped cream there, a little syrup," I say, moaning as his finger continues to play with my nipple.

"Fuck, that’s hot," he says. "So, you’re into a little S and M?"

"Yeah," I lie. I’ve never participated in any S and M before in my life. I quickly shake my head. "Actually, that’s not quite true."

"Oh." He frowns. "What’d you mean?"

"I mean, I’ve never done any S and M. I don’t know why I said that. I was just trying to sound sexy," I admit.

"It’s fine," he says. He stands, picks me up in his arms, and steadies himself.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I wrap my arms around his neck. I’m disappointed that we’re moving. I was enjoying being on his lap.

"Taking us to a more comfortable spot." He steps over one of the guitars and carries me out of the room.

"Oh, you can put me down. I can walk. I…"

"Maybe I like carrying you," he says. "Do you mind?"

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