Perhaps a berating, or an outburst of anger over how betrayed he felt.
Yet Ethan’s eyes burned with a raw passion. As he pushed me up against his desk I caught a glimpse of a wry smile. He turned me to face the desk and nudged me forward, bending me over it. My heart missed a beat when I felt him edge up the hem of my skirt. His hands squeezed my butt cheeks.
I let out a gasp of pleasure.
His hand slapped my ass. “You will remain silent, understand?”
“Yes.”
Ethan grabbed my shoulders and pulled me upright. He spun me around and lifted me up to sit on the edge of his desk. My heart was hammering away - being this close to him again was destroying me. Breathing in his sexy cologne, that intoxicating scent of spices, threw my self-assurance off balance.
Those strong hands of his were now hiking up my pencil skirt, and I lifted my butt to help him, marveling at how we had found our way back to this.
This.
A passionate intimacy.
Ethan gently pushed me back until I was lying on his desk. Then he reached for my thong. When it was halfway down my legs he ripped it off in frustration.
He positioned himself between my thighs. “Glad you could make it, Ms. Winters. There’s something we need to discuss.”
“I’m listening.”
He leaned low and buried his face between my thighs, letting out a moan of contentment as he suckled my clit, hungrily kissing me there, needy and vengeful in the way he flicked his tongue over my pussy.
My breathing had gotten ragged. “Ethan?”
He smiled against me. “It’s either this or the slammer for the night.”
“This.” I grinned through my pleasure. “Oh, my God. I’m going to…”
I shuddered as his tongue began fucking my vagina, causing my thighs to shake. I tried to remember not to scream.
Ethan’s hands reached up for my breasts and he cupped them, tweaking my nipples and sending me over the edge.
I slapped my hand over my mouth when the tip of his tongue circled my entrance while his fingertips played with my clit.
“I can’t bear to be apart from you,” I gasped out, writhing. I was wishing with all my heart this was his way of telling me we could be with each other again.
Ethan stood up straight and reached for his zipper. He pulled out his cock and it stiffened into a gorgeous erection.
He slowly slipped inside me as his face lit up with pleasure. “I missed you, Scarlet.” He crushed his lips to mine. “No one will ever come close to you.”
He began a perfect rhythm, thrusting in and out of me, bringing me closer still with a pleasure that was all-consuming.
I wrapped my thighs around his waist. “I’m in charge.”
“Sure.” He smirked. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“I’ll switch for you now and again. But I’m the boss.”
“Hell, no, I’ll switch for you. Maybe.” He grinned. “If you’re lucky.”
“Oh, really.” I squeezed him and held him firmly.
“Oh, God, Scarlet, that feels fucking amazing. You’re so damn tight.”
“Say ‘please’ before you come.” I narrowed my gaze on him.