Page 85 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"I'm offering to make you feel good," he says. He shifts slightly and my legs move to the side. I feel his hard cock next to my knee and I rub back and forth gently. "Fuck. You are a tease, aren't you?"

"I don't try to be a tease," I giggle, as he pulls me into his arms and kisses me passionately. I moan slightly as I press my body into his and run my fingers through his hair.

"You always make me feel alive, Sarah," he says, as he runs his fingers down my back. "You love to challenge me, don't you?"

"I don't know about that. This time last month you didn't even know I existed, and if you'd ever noticed me, it was just as the nerdy woman that worked in the copywriting department. You didn't even know my name."

"Perhaps that's true, but I don't know the names of many people that work for me. But trust me, from that night I saw you dancing on that table, I knew."

"You knew what?" I asked, wondering if he's going to tell me that he knew he was in love with me. That he'd fallen for me at first sight, that he never wanted to let me go. I know I'm being ridiculous hoping for that, but I watch a lot of romance movies. I read romance books, and I even knew a couple of people that had fallen in love at first sight. Why can't it happen for me?

"I knew that you were a sexy, sexy woman," he says.

I feel slightly deflated by his words, but oddly still turned on. "You did now?" I say, touching the side of his face. "Well, I'll have you know that I always knew that you were handsome."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep," I say. "Even when you didn't recognize me."

"So did you write that ad because you wanted me?"

"I'd already had you," I say. "Well, not technically, but..."

"But what?" He moves back and stares in my face. "Have you had dirty dreams about me?"

"I plead the fifth."

"We're not in court. Tell me, have you had dirty dreams about me?"

"I may or may not have had a dream of us making wild, passionate love on a beach in the Caribbean before you have even said a word to me. Yes." I blush slightly. "Now judge me all you want."

"I'm not judging you. I think I kind of like that," he says. "It makes me even hotter."

"Really?"

"Yeah. So you've really been digging me, haven't you?"

"Oh my gosh. You're going to have such a big head now. I'm not trying to give you a bigger ego than you already have."

"Too late," he chuckles, as he slides his hand up the back of my shirt. "I want to make love to you, Sarah," he says, as he kisses the side of my neck. "And I don't know if you're up for it right now. I don't know if you need to shower, or if you want to sleep, or if you want to have breakfast or you just want to rest, but..."

"I want you too, Ethan," I say.

He growls as he pulls off my outfit, and I reach over and pull off his shirt. I touch his naked chest as he undoes my bra and kisses down my collarbone. I feel his lips on my nipple and I moan slightly as I dig my nails into his back.

"You're so fucking hot. You know that, Sarah?"

"Is that all I am to you?" I tease him as he kisses down my stomach. His tongue licks my belly button and I shiver slightly.

"No," he says. "You're more to me than a quick fuck. You know that, right?"

"How am I supposed to know that?" I say, teasing him some more as he grabs my shorts and my panties and pulls them down.

"Well," he says, and bites down on his lower lip.

"Well what?" I ask.

"I don't know that I'm ready to say just yet." He glances at me and I know in my heart of hearts that he loves me and that he just doesn't know how to say it.

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