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"I'm always wet for you Ethan. God I love you."
No more words were spoken as he began moving inside her. One of Ethan's hands gripped her hip and the other pinning her wrists above her head as he drove inside her. He felt unhinged. Like the only thing that matter was this moment. Him and his woman coming together in their love and passion for one another. He hissed when he felt her short nails digging into the wrist of the hand that pinned her wrists. She was close.
"That's it baby. You're so close. Come for me Krista. I want to feel it."
Ethan watched his woman shatter in his arms as his own release peaked. As she screamed his name, he moaned hers. Ethan stood on shaking legs, holding her to him as their bodies rippled for the intensity of their orgasm.
***
Hours later Krista sighed contently in Ethan's arms. "I think we set a record."
Ethan chuckled and kissed her temple. "I'm not sure if a three-hour fuck session is a record, but I'll look in the morning."
Krista laughed and snuggled closer as the storm outside the house raged on, her head lying over his heart. "So, how was your day?"
"Productive. At least we know this fucker hasn't tracked any of our family or the other vehicles at Blackout. But that's another problem for another day on how the hell he got that tracker on my bike to begin with."
"We'll find out. Let's try to get some sleep. After this week we'll both be busy getting ready for the release."
Krista felt a purely feminine thrill shoot through her when Ethan pulled the sheets over them tighter and tucked her tightly into his side. She had never been a cuddler, except with Ethan. He was the only man she had ever cuddled with and the only man she ever wanted to. With those thoughts, she slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 24
The two weeks leading up to Krista book release were crazy to say the least. As Ethan and Blackout finalized the security for the event, Krista worked on the finalization of her big reveal to her fans. If she were honest with herself, she was nervous about what would happen when she dropped the bombshell that Kris James was in fact Krista Jameson.
Though one big thing had happened in those two weeks. Only a few days prior, Ethan had called her downstairs. She had been upstairs in the guest room that she had commandeered as her writing studio and walked downstairs. She found Ethan standing in front of his office with a huge grin. Krista leaned back in her chair and smiled as she replayed that day.
***
"Why are you smiling like the cat that got the cream?" She asked.
"I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes." He grinned.
Rolling her eyes and sighing, she closed her eyes. She felt Ethan move behind her and lay his hands on her shoulders. Gently he urged her forward. She heard him opening his office door and the door swinging open. She took maybe ten steps into the large room. Instantly the smell of wood and leather invaded her nostrils. She loved the smell of his office.
She knew the wall to her right was nothing but one long bookcase. Though she never understood why he had such a beautiful piece when he wasn't an avid reader. Ethan had told her with a shrug that his grandpa had always told him a true office/study should always have one wall to be filled with books. Of course, his wall was very sadly pretty barren. She hoped to start filling it.
With her eyes closed, she pictured the rest of the office. Dead ahead of her, about two feet or so was the large wooden desk Ethan used. His iMac screen front and center with the Mac Pro off to the left corner. Behind his desk was the beautiful French doors she loved that led out onto a deck that overlooked the backyard. The left wall was bare except for one painting of Lake Travis from the hills above.
"Okay, open your eyes." Ethan told her.
Slowly she opened them. When she did, they widened in disbelief and she felt her mouth fall open. She now understood the phrase "jaw it the floor". Her head swiveled to look at Ethan, in front of her, back at Ethan, then back in front of her. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she literally gasped.
"How...when...I don't understand." Krista breathed.
Ethan's arms slipped around her waist as he chuckled. "Before we left for New York I recruited your dad, my dad, Grant and Gage to help me get it out of your house. It was looking a bit worn so I had it restored to its original glory."
"Oh Ethan." Krista said, feeling her voice catch.
In front of her, where Ethan's desk had been just the day before sat her grandfather's desk. The massive oak and cherry desk had been in the family for generations. It had sat in her grandfather's office at the Senate for nearly thirty-five years. When he retired, it had been in his study at his home. When he died, it had been passed to Krista. Now, said desk was in Ethan's home and looked as if it had just been completed.
"Krista, I know how much you love this desk. You used to tell me that every time you would visit your grandfather, you felt so calm sitting at it. How you felt centered." Ethan replied resting his chin on her shoulder.
Krista turned in his arms, cupped his face and kissed him. "Thank you. Oh thank you Ethan. When Cain told me my house was gone..." She paused and swallowed the lump in her throat. "I thought I'd never see it again."
"It took everything in me not to tell you that it was safe. This morning when you went with Lance to get your mom, I called the guys and had them help me get it inside. I hope you like it's placement, 'cause that thing is a bitch to move."
Krista threw her head back and laughed. It was then she noticed something. The left wall that had been bare but for the painting, now housed Ethan's desk. That made her heart melt. He wanted them to share the office. Wanted them to work together even though they did different types of work.
