Page 78 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

Oh. And now I was positively melting for this man who was literally on his knees before me.

His warm hands gripped my legs as he lowered himself, laying down hot kisses on the most sensitive skin of my inner thighs. It was exquisite. That was the only word that came to mind. The softness of his lips, the rough scrape of his five o'clock shadow... I almost came from that alone. Not to mention the fact that Ethan Locke was about to go down on me. At work. At my desk. In my chair.

And then he connected with me. His lips making contact first, kissing me there, a low groan he made vibrating through me. This was turning him on? He wasn't doing this as a chore or a means to an end?

That thought ricocheted through my mind for a long moment, rocking me along with the sensations of Ethan's mouth on mybare pussy. I watched him, studied him, and fuck me, but he really seemed into it, like he was enjoying it maybe even more than I was... if that were possible.

I clutched onto his shoulders, holding on, digging in as he took it all up a notch, licking my opening, his tongue delving inside, every nerve ending in my body on fire. His hands kneaded my thighs before moving up to grip the sides of my waist, keeping me still, placing me exactly where he wanted me.

My head fell back against my chair as he kissed his way upwards, finally making contact with my clit, the sensation unreal.

"Oh, God," I groaned.

His tongue toyed with me, going back and forth, slowly at first, so agonizingly slowly. But perfect.

"Yes. Oh, yes," I whispered.

Ethan knew what the hell he was doing. That was for sure. And my body responded to it completely, gushing with wetness, my pulse heightening, my breathing shaky and erratic.

His hands made their way under my shirt, finding my chest once again, this time lowering my bra so he completely cupped my breasts. Rough thumbs brushed my sensitive nipples in time with what his tongue was doing to my clit, increasing the speed, the intensity, making me forget absolutely everything else in the world.

All that existed was Ethan. His mouth, his hands on me, and what he was doing to me. I was completely lost in the moment, lost to this passion exploding between us.

When I started to writhe beneath him, he really amplified the pressure, his tongue stroking me senseless, his fingers plucking my nipples in a way that had me gasping for air, gasping for my imminent release, knowing it was going to be epic, wondering if I could even withstand it.

He made that noise again, the one that told me how much he liked this, that sound like music to my ears that he could be that into pleasuring me, something I'd been dying for my entire adult existence.

And when he did it once more, it threw me over the edge into complete ecstasy, my body shuddering, my pussy contracting and releasing against Ethan's mouth which was still on me, like he wanted to be that close to me, wanted to feel my climax in the most intimate way possible... right in his face.

I didn't care. All I could do was hold on, my hands migrating to his head, my fingers gripping his hair, needing an anchor in this wild sea of lust. My toes curled, my already dangling high heel landing with a loud thud on the floor, sounding like a thunderclap in the otherwise quiet office.

Ethan finally pulled back, grinning up at me, his smile brighter than I'd ever seen. Or it was my eyes playing tricks on me post-climax, the remnants of it still pulsing through my limbs, my jagged breaths and racing heart rate slowly returning to normal.

"I could do that all fucking day and night," he said.

That was it. I was in love with this man.

No, no, no. Not love.

Never again. I was inlustwith this man. That was all it was. My brain was just hazy from all that oxytocin and dopamine flooding my body.

All those feel-good hormones disappeared as a sudden noise came from somewhere outside my office. The pounding of footsteps heading right this way caused me to panic, quickly shutting my legs and shoving down my skirt, then stuffing my boobs back into my bra.

It had to just be someone on the cleaning crew, although it seemed much too early.

Ethan stood up, a frown on his face as he adjusted himself and straightened his suit, his big body hiding me as a terribly familiar voice sounded near my door.

"What the fuck areyoudoing here?" Chase sneered.

Twenty-Five

Aria

I popped my head around the side of Ethan's body still in front of me, face to face with the person I hated most in this world.

"I could ask the same of you," Ethan calmly replied.

"Actually, it's rather convenient that the two of you are here together," Chase said. "I just got back from Tokyo..."

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