He knew. He pulled his cock from my mouth and dragged me to my feet to my bed.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growled as I lay back on the mattress and he stood over me.
“Ethan.” I was shaking with lust for him. I wanted to know why he wasn’t inside me yet and then I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper. He crawled up my body and thrust into me. My head snapped back at the feel of him. As if he’d not been inside me half an hour ago. Like it was the first time I’d ever felt him fill me up. It was as if my body never quite got used to the size of him. I needed him close to me and I grabbed at him and pulled him against my body, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You can’t get enough, can you, beautiful?”
He was right. He’d created this insatiable woman who was drunk on lust for him and would do anything to have the man above her inside her. It scared me and thrilled me in equal measure. I didn’t want to be so out of control.
He pulled his head back so he could see my answer. I shook my head slightly and he moaned and buried his face in my neck and sunk his teeth into my skin. A wave of pleasure washed over me and mixed with pain. The start of my orgasm began to fizz across my body.
My hands moved to his shoulders and I tried to push him away slightly.
“No,” he said sharply. “You will come for me. You won’t resist me anymore, Anna.” He increased his thrusts, deeper, harder and a white light blinded me as I fell and fell and fell.
I lay boneless and limp,with Ethan collapsed on top of me, his breath on my neck slowing, starting to return to normal.
My hands trailed up and down his back. It felt amazing having him in my bed. In my city. But for how long? I didn’t want to think about it.
Eventually he moved off me, went to the bathroom and emerged looking so hot it hurt. His hair was ruffled and his eyes bluer than before.
“I think you might have exhausted me. I didn’t sleep at all last night,” Ethan said as he dived under the duvet and beckoned me into the crook of his arm.
“Jetlag?” I asked.
“A bit, and seeing you and work. You’re like a cure for jetlag and stress all mixed into one sexy little package.” He kissed the top of my head. “Oh, can I stay? I just . . .”
I was pleased he couldn’t see the smile twitching at the corners of my mouth. “I’d like that.”
“So, what have you been up to since you left New York?” he asked.
“Keeping busy working long hours at the law firm you just took over.”
“Merged with,” he corrected me.
“Whatever.”
“Disappointed I don’t work construction?” he grinned at me.
“I never thought you worked construction, freak. Are you surprised that I’m a lawyer?”
He sucked in a deep breath. “Surprised that you were at Allen & Smith? Yes. Surprised you’re smart and hardworking as well as sexy? No.”
“I meant what I said about the rules. My job’s important to me. If tonight is just tonight—with your non-dating policy or whatever—that’s fine, but we need to be professional in the office until you go back to New York. I don’t want any drama.”
Ethan didn’t respond, just continued to stroke my back. Was I being clingy or practical? No, I was definitely being practical. I wasn’t asking him for a ring, just some boundaries. Working for the same firm complicated things.
“Look . . .” he started, clearly wanting to let me down gently.
“I’m not trying to pressure you.”
He pulled me tighter. “I know. You’re right, working together complicates things. You know we have a strict no-frat policy under the partnership agreement at Flanders, Case & Burling?”
“A what policy?”
“A rule that says the partners aren’t allowed to fuck the staff.”
“I’ll let you into a little secret.You broke that rule. And you broke it good.” I giggled and then stopped suddenly. He was telling me nothing was going to happen between us.
