Page 17 of A Dark Infinity

Even though it’s not a question, he answers. “I do.”

“Do you own more companies than Infinity Solutions?” I ask.

He chuckles and leans so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “Who says I own Infinity Solutions?”

Well, he’s got me there, and through my business studies, I know it’s a stupid assumption to make. The Chief executive officer, or CEO, doesn’t have to be the owner. Sure, it happens often, but it’s not always the case. The owner can be the puppet master, choosing to hide behind the scene.

“Are you the owner?” I ask, feeling like I need to ask direct questions to get direct answers.

“No,” Ethan replies. His lips caress my earlobe, making goosebumps erupt across my skin and I shiver in his hold.

“Do you own Infinity Properties?” My voice wavers, and I swallow harshly. Ethan slowly moves his hand up my leg, making my breath hitch as he toys with the hem of my dress. “Ethan,” I whisper.

“Yes?” I don’t know if he’s answering my question or acknowledging that I said his name. “Do you want me to stop, Little Bird?”

I pick up my drink and empty it, even going as far as drinking Ethan’s, that he barely touched. “No,” I say, emboldened by the alcohol. “Please don’t.”

We move at the same time, both of us seeking the other’s lips, and when they meet is pure perfection. Ethan’s lips are soft, warm, and probing. I mold mine to his, granting him access to his mouth when he slides his tongue across the seam of my lips.

His tongue delves into my mouth, stroking mine into submission. “Ethan,” I whimper his name into his mouth and move my leg across his so I’m half straddling him. My pussy clenches, and I’m so wet I can barely stand it.

“What do you want, Little Bird?” he rasps while kissing his way down my neck. I feel his teeth when he reaches my shoulder. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

I look into his gray eyes. They’re so intense it’s hard to think when his attention is on me. “I want to dance,” I say, surprising us both.

Ethan throws his head back and laughs. “Well, can’t say I was expecting that.” Before I can take the words back, he gets out of the booth, and I scramble after him.

As we move on the dance floor, the music pulsates around us, driving our bodies into a heated rhythm. Ethan grips my hips and pulls me closer so his hard-on digs into my stomach. His hands roam over my ass, igniting a fire that courses through my veins with each electrifying touch. I press my body against his, feeling the heat radiating between us as we grind together in a passionate frenzy.

His breath is hot against my skin as he latches onto the soft skin on my neck, licking, kissing, and nipping at it. “Fuck,” he groans. The strain in his voice sends shivers of pleasure down my spine.

I wind my fingers into his dark hair and pull at it until he releases my neck. “Kiss me,” I demand.

The words are barely out of my mouth before he fuses his lips to mine. Ethan kisses me like he wants to devour me, and I kiss him back with the same fervor as a fire starts inside me. A fire that starts in my lower belly. A fire that with each swipe of his tongue spreads further through my entire body. My fingertips tingle and my toes curl as I surrender completely to the kiss.

He grinds his cock against me, and I moan. “Ethan… I… I…”

I’m desperately clutching the material of this shirt between my fingers, not willing to let go in case he tries to move away from me. He doesn’t. Instead, he backs us up and when my back hits the wall, he tangles his fingers in my hair. Gently pulling at the strands until I tip my head up and he deepens the kiss.

“My Little Bird,” his voice is husky with need, making me even more keen to take this further.

“Touch me.” I let my hand travel beneath his t-shirt and I touch his soft skin. As I let my hand travel up his torso, I can feel every ridge and groove on him, as his breath comes out in puffs. Each tell from his body about just how affected he is, strokes the inferno inside me. From his erection digging into my stomach to his uncontrolled pants.

Ethan hesitantly places one hand on my ass and squeezes while he wraps the other around my neck, locking me against him. I sigh in pleasure and lift one leg, wrapping it around his hips and using my foot to push him closer. When he doesn’t do anything else, I take his hand from my ass and place it on my tit. That’s all the encouragement he needs before he starts kneading the soft globe, making my nipples almost painfully hard.

“Yes!” I gasp into his mouth, as he finds my nipple through my clothes and pinches and rolls it between two fingers. “More.”

Ethan groans. “You’re killing me, Lark.”

“What? Why?” I ask, not understanding why he’s so hesitant.

“Not here,” he clarifies. He squeezes my ass one more time before putting some distance between our bodies.

I pout, but when a stranger bumps into me, I flush. Shit, I’d completely forgotten we’re in public. It’s one thing to do some light grinding or get fingered in a dark corner. I was ready to… yeah… no. No. I shake my head, trying to tell my body we can’t do that here, but my body doesn’t care. It’s worked up and wants a release.

“Come on,” Ethan rasps, taking my hand. Before where we’re going, he pulls me through some darkened corridors and into an empty room. “This will do.” He locks the door and switches the light on.

Now that we’re not caught up in the frenzied music and couples making out around us, I’m feeling shy. I still want it—him, I’m just not sure what to do. Should I just jump him? Or would he prefer it if I let him come to me?

---