Page 80 of Shattered Secrets
“Ethan!” I leap up from my seat into his arms. “What are you doing here?”
“You know this is my company, right?” He laughs. “Did you think I wouldn’t check in to see how you’re doing on your first day?” He raises an eyebrow and examines me.
I kiss him, and the center of my body awakens. My body clings to him more without me even realizing it.
He moans into my mouth. “You’re starting something that you can’t finish.”
“Who said I can’t finish? I thought this was your company...” I bite his lower lip teasingly.
“It’s lunchtime now, and you need a break.” His tongue teases back. “Come on.” He takes off with quick steps, and I follow him to the other side of the floor. On the door of a corner office is a sign, “Ethan Wolf, CEO,” and he opens the door and goes inside.
“Is this your office?” I look around. There’s a large desk with a desktop computer, two chairs in front of the desk and another chair behind it, plus a library of books spread along the entire length of the wall. On the side of the room is a cart filled with bottles of alcohol and glasses that look expensive and a black corner sofa.
“This room looks like something from a TV series and not like an office where people work.” I admire the pictures of New York hanging on the walls.
“I’m not here much. I normally work out of the Wolf Industries headquarters. But do you really want to talk about the office now?”
No. I don’t want to. The pulse between my legs increases, reminding me of what I really want. He locks the door, closes the curtain to give us privacy, and approaches me with predatory steps. His eyes never leave mine.
He swings me up and places me on the desk, then stands between my knees.
I feel strong today, and that strength fills me with courage. My hand goes to the waistband of his pants, and I open it, roll down his pants, and release his cock.
I get off the desk and kneel in front of him.
“Ayala.” He lifts my head. “What are you doing?”
“I thought you’d figure it out on your own.”
“I don’t want to do something you’re not ready for.”
“Don’t ruin it,” I tell him. He makes me doubt myself, and it’s not good for me right now. I want to stay brave. He falls silent.
I curl my fist around his hard cock. The skin is smooth and warm to the touch, and I slide my hand from the base to the tip.
I take a deep breath, and my tongue licks the tip. He’s panting. His breathing gets louder, and that encourages me. My hand continues to complete the action, gently wrapping and pressing.
I put him in my mouth, wrap my lips around him, and suck. I’m surprised to find that I like it. It feels good to please him. I put him deep into my mouth, being careful not to trigger the gag reflex. I want nothing to bring back memories I want to forget.
His moans of pleasure cause the throbbing between my legs and the wetness in my underwear to increase. I pin my legs together, and the pressure only rises.
He doesn’t touch me at all. His hands drop to his sides, and I can tell he’s afraid of doing something wrong. Can I come without him touching me? My hips press together harder as I draw him deeper into my mouth and suck.
“Ayala,” he whispers through the moans. “I’m close.” He pulls me away from him. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
My cheeks are hot, and I try to cool them with my hands. God, he’s so beautiful like that, with his eyes half closed with desire.
He lifts me back to the desk. Luckily I wore a skirt today. Within seconds, he rolls it up my thighs, and his fingers are roaming my flesh. I throw my head back as he finds my sensitive spot and massages it.
“Ouch.” Something sharp stabs me as I lean back. Ethan reaches behind me and moves the objects aside. Some things fall noisily to the floor. Not quite the tidy office from television anymore.
“Now,” I demand. I need him inside me now, strong and fast. And that’s exactly what he does. The panties come off, and he’s inside me.
“Oh, yes,” I blurt out in a voice that is a little too loud. “Shit, someone’s going to hear us.”
“I don’t care,” he wheezes out with a heavy breath.
Happiness fills me that he’s no longer gentle with me, no longer afraid to hurt me. I feel normal.
