No One Else (The Ladies Who Brunch 2)

Chapter13

Ethan

“Do you need to pick up Oliver soon?” Amelia asks as we leave her parents’ house, and I walk her to her car. Darkness has descended around us as the evening progressed as well as cooler temperatures, so I pull Amelia to my side and rub the chill off her arm.

“No. He’s actually staying the night with my mom since I’d just be returning him to her in the morning before school anyway. It’s easier this way.”

“Makes sense. So the rest of your evening is free?” Spinning to face me, she leans against her car door with a sly smile on her lips.

“It is. What did you have in mind?”

“Wanna go back to my place?”

I toy with her a bit. “Uh, I don’t know. The dinner was kind of a lot to handle.”

Her face falls, and suddenly I feel like a dick. “Really?”

“Fuck, no, Amelia. I was joking. Shit.”

“Oh.” Nervous laughter leaves her lips.

“Sorry. I was just trying to mess around with you.” I crowd her against her car now. “I had a great time actually. Your parents are great. Nick is…well, Nick. And you…”

“What?” She stares up at me, blinking as she waits for my answer.

“You’re the kind of woman who makes me wonder if I can ever be the type of man who deserves you.”

She croons, “Ethan…”

But I use this as an opportunity to press about something from earlier. “Why didn’t you tell me about your nomination with the Los Angeles Times?”

She rears back. “Because right after I found out, you showed up in my life and not in a good way.” I cringe. “And honestly, I kind of pushed it to the back of my mind. There’s a dinner in November that I have to attend where the nominees are celebrated. It’s just incredible to be nominated for something like that, but I wasn’t sure I should share that stuff with you.”

Gripping her chin, I tip her head up so her eyes meet mine. “Don’t do that. Don’t diminish your accomplishments. You should be proud of what you’ve done. And now that I know a little bit more about how you got into therapy, I understand and respect you even more.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“And did you go into family law because of your experience?”

“I did. I got pretty lucky with Monica because she didn’t want anything to do with Oliver and me, so our divorce wasn’t messy. But others aren’t so lucky, and I wanted to be able to help people get out of marriages that don’t suit them anymore.”

She reaches up and brushes a few errant hairs from my face. “Well, I guess I can respect that too. But now, I just want you to disrespect me.” She waggles her eyebrows.

And my dick grows rock hard in a flash. “Is that so?”

“Yes. And I have a little surprise for you if you’re interested.”

“I’m not usually a big fan of surprises, but a surprise from you that involves you naked might just make me change my mind.”

“Then I’ll see you at my house.” She playfully pushes me away as she opens her car door.

“See you there. Drive safe.”

“You too.”

After following Amelia to her house, we step inside, and she leads me upstairs to her room. My eyes trail her as she grabs a single chair from the vanity in the corner and places it at the foot of her bed, facing the stripper pole that caught my eye the first time I was here.

“Sit.”

“I thought you wanted me to disrespect you?” I tease as I take a seat on the chair, adjusting my cock as I sit down.

“You’ll have your chance in a minute. But first, I want to do something I’ve been dying to do for you for a while now.” She walks over to her nightstand and takes out a rather sizable box, sturdy considering its size, walking back over to me and placing it on the bed behind me. I watch her pull a black silk sash from the box and run it through her fingers.

“You’re going to blind fold me?”

“Just until I’m ready for you to see what I have planned for you.”

“Amelia…fuck, I’m already hard, baby. I don’t think I can take this.”

She leans forward, giving me a glimpse of the cleavage peeking out of the top of her sundress. “You can and you will.”

“I knew you had a kinky side. The straight-laced marriage counselor had to be a little mischievous behind closed doors.” Smirking, I watch her eyes dilate, which only makes me harder.

With a soft press of her lips to mine, she stares into my eyes as I feel her hands reach behind me and place my wrists together, tying the sash around them. “Honestly, Ethan? You make me feel confident enough to do things like this.”

“Really?”

“Yes. That day in my office with the dildo was the only time I’ve ever let a man have that kind of control over me, and I barely knew you at that point. And every time we’re together, I feel like I can let go with you.” She trails her lips up my neck until she reaches my ear. “The look of desire in your eyes when we’re together is enough to make any woman feel wanted and beautiful, but you reserve that look for me. And now, I want to take another risk with you, try something that only you make me safe enough to do.”

“Fuck, Amelia. When you say things like that…”

“You want to make love to me and defile me all at the same time, don’t you?”

“God, yes.”

“Well, now you know how I feel.” She stands up again and grabs another black sash from the box, placing it over my eyes this time.

“What else do you have in that box?” I ask once I can see nothing but black.

“Toys, and lots of them. Remember, I work with companies and supply things to my clients. Perks of the job require me to test them out. Maybe I’ll let you test some out on me too.”

“Fuck me. Hurry up so I can make you scream, baby.”

Her soft chuckle moves away from me. “Patience, Ethan. Good things come to those who wait.”

After what feels like an eternity but is only five minutes or so, I hear movement heading toward me before soft lips meet mine. “You ready for your surprise?”

“Amelia, I’m going to fuck you so hard when this is over.”

“I’m counting on it.”