Page 51 of Release Me

“Are you going to join me?” I ask, my words breathy and desperate.

“Do you want me to?” he asks, his boxers sliding down his hips, revealing his impressive hard-on. “It looks like you’re having a pretty good time by yourself.

“It’s not so bad, but I’m certain I’d rather have you inside me,” I tell him, almost a challenge to my words.

“Is that so?”

He climbs into the tub, reaching to turn the water off and settling himself on the opposite end of where I’m sitting. And I can’t help myself, crawling between his legs, my mouth instantly going to his.

I want to soak up every second I have with him, wanting to remind myself that soon we’ll be back to reality.

I kiss him hard, our teeth clashing, tongues tangling and when I sink down onto him, he groans into my mouth.

“Fuck me,” he calls out, making me throw my head back laughing. “How am I supposed to not start every day like this?” he adds as I begin to ride him slowly, his hips moving in time with mine.

“We could,” I whisper against his mouth, letting my tongue trail over his swollen lips. My fingers trace a path along his beard, something I never thought I would love, but on Ethan, it looks so damn good.

“What do you mean? You going to move in with me?” he moans as I suck at his neck, nipping along the way.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Ethan’s fingers move to where our bodies are joined, letting his thumb press in the exact spot that I need it.

Fuck me, this guy knows his way around a woman’s body and I’m here for it. Never have I met a guy who knows exactly what to do to make me call out his name.

“Yes,” Ethan groans, pushing up to meet my hips, exploding inside me as he does and I don’t hold back, letting myself clench around him.

“Was that the answer to my question?” I ask, breathless, both of us breathing heavy, our chests rising and falling with the intensity of what just happened between us.

“Is it the answer you wanted?” he murmurs, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me even closer to him.

Ethan sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth biting gently, making me moan, wanting to do this all over again.

“It was, but we can’t. We both know that,” I say, hating that we need to stay quiet for a little while, letting the gossip that’s already started about us die down.

“Why not?” he presses, challenging me to say fuck it to the preconceived notions that people already have about us.

“Because…” I trail off, not having an answer for him.

How can we move in together? It’s so soon and I can’t have my job be put on the line over people filing complaints with HR about our relationship. Even if Ethan is the owner, I don’t want favoritism. I don’t want the drama that it will bring. I want to make a name for myself first.

“It’s okay, Zoey,” he says, smoothing my hair back, and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “We can let it play out. I know you’re worried about what people will think.”

“I am and I don’t want anyone thinking…” Again, I don’t finish my thought.

“You don’t want anyone thinking you’re getting special treatment because you’re fucking the boss,” Ethan says, smiling.

“Exactly.”

“Well, you are fucking the boss and you will get special treatment,” he admits, his smiling widening, which only makes me laugh.

“Is that so?” I say, resting my elbows on his shoulders, running my fingers through his hair. “And what kind of special treatment would that be?”

“Obviously bending you over my desk and fucking you. Taking you out to dinner. Cooking for you. Fucking you in my bed, my kitchen, my bathtub, my shower,” he says, chuckling a little as he continues his list. “Doing some skiing with you. Buying you things. Taking trips.”

“But nothing to do with work?” I ask, almost teasing.

“No, nothing to do with work.”

“Except that whole desk fucking thing,” I joke, smiling so wide that my cheeks begin to hurt.

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