Page 55 of Runaway Girl
Epilogue
ETHAN
It was over for her.
Alicia thought she was funny, teasing and winding me up with her light kisses and filthy words.
My cock had been solid since I saw her walk out in that luscious black dress, I immediately wanted to rip off my three-piece suit and have my way with her.
Of course, she didn’t let me, spouting something about ruining her makeup despite her being the most beautiful woman in the world without it. But that excuse didn’t fly since I was now sitting through this torturous award show as if I gave a shit about who the next MVP was. Sure, I was in the running, but I already knew the quarterback had it in the bag.
We sat at a crowded table, champagne in hand, surrounded by some of the best in the game, yet all that consumed me were thoughts of burying myself between Alicia’s thighs.
It had been half a year since our relationship was publicly broadcast on national television, and everything had been a whirlwind post.
The three stooges received everything I threatened them with. Audrey was sent to prison for her ongoing unhinged behaviour, and for breaching her restraining order. Jake was let go with a warning, but his reputation was irrevocably ruined, and he was iced out of the sporting world altogether. Katy was also released but was essentially cancelled online and everywhere else, losing all credibility and prospects.
Despite that mess, Alicia and I had had six glorious months together where we constantly made love and loved each other without reservations or any fear. She was my person, my other half, and I was so blissed out that everyone was sick of me. I didn’t care.
And just like every other time I thought of my girlfriend, my mind shifted into dangerous territory—how I was going to peel her out of that sleek fabric as soon as we got home.
It seemed my little minx could sniff out my weakness as she leant over, all innocent and whispered in my ear, “Do you remember those pink vibrating panties you sent me when you were trying to win me back?”
I gulped, pivoting closer. “They were a gift to replace the dildo you told me to go fuck myself with.”
She released a tipsy giggle, which had my nerve endings short-circuiting. “Hmm, so thoughtful,Superstar.I couldn’t let them go to waste, now, could I?”
Alicia slipped her palm in mine, transferring a small device into my safe-keeping.
Gods, please be what I think it is.
I peeped the tiny remote, placing it in my pants pocket whilst discreetly readjusting myself.
Alicia then downed the rest of her champagne, sent a cheeky wink and veered for the bar.
Oh, no. She did not just drop that bomb and expect to escape unscathed.Alicia had miscalculated one vital fact when choosing to play with me—I play dirty.
ALICIA
Oh. My. God.
I didn’t know what I was thinking.Scratch that—I knew.
My goal was to tease my man. That by the end of the night, he would be feral and crazy for me.
Although I had achieved my goal, I’d also screwed myself over in the process.
Despite it only being thirty minutes, that remote was Ethan’s new favourite toy, and he had no qualms about playing with it every chance he got.
The vibrating panties were deliciously sensual, as I politely conversed with his peers at our table—while my pussy pulsed beneath my evening gown, screaming for the extra stimulation that only Ethan could provide.
Fast. Slow. Fast. Slow.
Every time he pushed me closer to that peak, he abruptly pulled me back from plunging over the edge.
The back and forth had me out of sorts, my fingers quivering on the stem of my glass as a smouldering heat gathered to my centre.
“You alright, love? You look a bitflushed,” Ethan murmured into the side of my neck.
