Page 25 of In Bed with the Enemy

AMY

Ethan fell asleep fairly quickly, but all men do. Women were the ones that usually stayed up to worry about things. Although, Ethan's confession just before we went to bed made me think that that might not be the case with him.

He was so different than he had been on the first day of the conference. It was clear to me now that the way he acted in front of everyone was just that, an act. That he'd been taught from a young age that that was the way he had to behave in order to keep the company successful. It was tragic, really. I could see it gnawing at him.

The little alarm clock was on my side next to the bed. I stared at the numbers that told me it was already two in the morning. I'd always had trouble sleeping, this was nothing new.

Movement from beside me startled me. I turned and my eyes widened as I saw Ethan, clearly still asleep, but with tears streaming down his eyes.

"No, Dad, please," he was murmuring. If my heart hadn't split for this man before, it did now. It was obvious he'd only scratched the surface of telling me what his childhood had been like. It was more obvious that he was still suffering, even to this day, from the trauma of all of it.

"Ethan," I said, shifting so that I was sitting over him. I tried to wake him, but the more I tried, the deeper he seemed to fall into his nightmare.

His pleas for help became louder and I began to stroke his hair while trying to calmly call his name. "Ethan," I said again as the tears flowed from the corners of his eyes more heavily now.

"Don't hurt him, Dad. It was my fault," Ethan called out and I moved down and wrapped my body around him, no longer caring about my lack of clothing.

"Ethan, please," I said. "Please, just wake up," I whispered against his ear.

His eyes fluttered open at my words.

"Shh," I said, trying to orient him. "It's me, Amy. You had a nightmare. You're in Chicago at the hotel. Everything is okay."

I could feel him tense up next to me, clearly from embarrassment. "Please, don't pull away," I said to him.

He turned to look at me, and I wiped the tears from his eyes. "Let me be here for you," I said to him quietly.

He nodded his head slowly and I continued to run my fingers through his hair. One of his tears fell down his cheek and I let my finger follow its path. It darted across his lips and I dared to touch them.

Ethan turned to look at me with a question in his eyes. I was about to pull my finger away, but his hand came up and stopped me. He kissed my fingertip gently, not breaking eye contact with me.

I didn't pull away.

I couldn't pull away.

I didn't want to pull away.

"Tell me I can kiss you," Ethan said, quietly.

He didn't let go of my wrist, and I could feel his fingers tighten their grip.

"Yes," I whispered, quietly. It was all I needed to say because Ethan was wrapping his other hand around the back of my neck and pulling me on top of him for a searing kiss within milliseconds of my answer. I felt the rush of kissing this man instantly. I tried to brace myself, but I couldn't stop myself from falling into him. But, he caught me easily, turning us so that we were on our sides.

He pulled me against him. His body was warm and I desperately craved his warmth. His hands roamed my already mostly naked form and I didn't stop him. I couldn't stop him. I knew there was no stopping this encounter. It was wrong on so many levels, and yet, it all felt so right.

"Ethan," I moaned as he moved his lips against mine. He turned us again so that this time I was beneath him. I could feel the weight of his body over me and it felt too good. His mouth started to move, lower first, brushing against my chin, then my neck and finally, his teeth started to nip at my collarbone and shoulder. I gasped as his bites became a little bit harder.

"Fuck, I love hearing that sound from you," he said quietly. I smiled as he continued to make his way down my body, worshipping it, exploring every inch of me, making me feel beautiful and sexy all at the same time.

When he finally made his way to my thighs, he stopped and looked up at me. I met his gaze and he winked at me before hooking his thumb into my panties and pulling them off my body. I helped him by lifting my hips up, and he didn't let me put them back down. Instead, he held me there and dove in, sliding his tongue over my most intimate parts.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he said, pulling back briefly before diving back in. I clutched at the sheets as he worked me. I'd never felt sensations like this before. His tongue explored me, switching from my channel to my clit with each stroke. Finally, his fingers entered me, curling up to a spot it seemed like he was intimately familiar with.

"So fucking wet for me already," he murmured against my thighs, his fingers moving faster now. "I want to see you come now, and then again later, on my cock," he said and my walls clenched at his words.

"Fuck, Ethan," I moaned, my head pressing into the pillow, my eyes squeezed shut. I needed to limit my senses, because I was on serious overload.

"That's it, baby," he whispered. "Just let go. Just give in."

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