Page 108 of Enthrall Secrets
His face relaxed as he neared the edge. “We’ll agree to disagree.”
“I’m close.”
“Come, baby. I want to feel you orgasm around my cock.”
He sent me reeling into another blinding climax, my core the center of my universe as he came hard inside me, his heat sending me into an exquisite freefall as we came together, gripping each other as though nothing could keep us apart.
Time fell away as we basked in the afterglow, both of us staring at each other in awe of what had just happened.
With my head lifted off the table slightly, I watched Ethan reach for a tissue and lovingly clean between my thighs. This intimacy reminded me of all I’d lost.
Finally, he tucked himself away.
Despite everything, he couldn’t regret having met me, could he?
He pulled me up and held me in a hug.
I rested my head on his shoulder. “We’re still friends?”
“Most certainly hope so, after all that.”
I pulled away slightly and cupped his face with my hands. “You’ve changed your mind about us?”
He pushed a button on his phone. “We’ll take that coffee now, Edith.”
“Yes, sir,” came her chirpy reply.
He helped me off his desk and tugged my skirt down.
Ethan swept up my thong from the floor and tucked it into his jacket pocket.
“Consolation prize,” he said, grinning wickedly.
“There’s a kinky side to you, Mr. Neilson.”
“Looks like you’ve unleashed the beast.”
I giggled. “It’s so good to see you.”
We walked over to the two armchairs in the corner and sat opposite each other. He reached for the remote that was resting on the glass table and turned on the walled TV screen.
A blonde female NBC newscaster was reporting an incident that had occurred just this morning. There was footage playing to accompany her story - gruesome images of corpses being wheeled out of an L.A. house, all of them in body bags.
It made my stomach churn.
“Watch,” he said sharply.
I gazed up at the screen again. The newscaster was discussing the deaths of a drug lord along with all his lieutenants.
I stared at Ethan.
“All of them are dead,” he confirmed.
“How?”
He just looked at me for the longest time.
I slapped a hand to my mouth and stared up at the footage of a house surrounded by policemen and others with bulletproof vests stamped with D.E.A.
