Ethan remains standing behind me. I hear a belt buckle coming off, then a zipper getting undone. Seconds later, I feel Ethan’s cock rubbing against the small of my back. I feel it throb.
I lift my head. He grips my hips and starts to push the tip of his cock inside me. Somehow, it slides in more smoothly this time. It’s still a tight fit, though. I can still feel myself being stretched as he enters me. The friction is maddening.
The face in the mirror in front of me looks even more of a mess now. I can barely recognize it with the features all twisted in pleasure.
Did I feel this good last time?
Ethan gives a hard thrust and my eyes squeeze shut. My thoughts scatter.
Is he completely inside me? I can’t tell. But he’s jerking his hips now, his cock rubbing against my sweet spots as it moves in and out of me. My hips move on their own to match Ethan’s rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, entwined with my gasps and cries.
When Ethan stops and pulls his cock out, I whimper. He grabs my arm and pulls me to the bed. Then he throws me on top of it and climbs on top of me.
“Stella,” he says my name as he looks into my eyes.
Lust illuminates the moonless night in his. It lights a fire inside my chest.
I grab his tie and pull him down so our lips can collide. I stroke his cheek as I moan into his mouth.
Ethan kisses me fiercely as he clutches my thighs. He enters me again and I gasp.
He kisses my neck and one of my breasts before straightening his back. He lifts my legs. My hips rise off the bed. My ankles rest on his shoulders as he starts to impale me on his cock.
As if I have a pause button inside me that has been switched to play, the pleasure that was put on hold floods my veins anew. And it’s even stronger now. I grip the sheets. My head thrashes from side to side as my cries spill into the air.
Ethan moves faster at a merciless pace. The pleasure beneath my skin bursts. My quivering fingers clutch Ethan’s thighs, nails digging into his skin as my back arches like a bow. My eyes roll to the back of my head. My mind becomes lost in a fog.
As it starts to fade, I realize Ethan is still moving. My body is out of strength but he still has his, his thrusts even more forceful now. Then he starts to tremble. He propels his cock inside me and buries it deep in a final thrust as his body grows taut. His hands grip my knees. His features contort in pleasure as he grunts.
Then he falls silent. For a moment, he stares at me as he catches his breath and waits for his muscles to uncoil. Then he pulls his cock out of me and lies down beside me.
I don’t move. As the heat from my skin evaporates and my thoughts clear, I realize what I’ve done – again – and unlike last time, I don’t know what to do next. This is my room, so I can’t leave. Is Ethan going to?
Finally, he gets off the bed. He glances at me over his shoulder but doesn’t say a word. He fixes his clothes and puts on his shoes, then walks to the door. He bends over to grab his jacket that’s lying in front of it next to my purse and my dress.
I sit up and grab the covers to conceal myself – a futile gesture, maybe, but I don’t want to talk to Ethan with my breasts sticking out.
“The files…”
“They can wait until tomorrow,” Ethan says without looking at me, his tone back to being businesslike.
And cold. So cold I nearly wrap the covers more tightly around myself as I suppress a shiver.
He grabs the doorknob.
“Good night.”
“Good night,” I return the farewell.
He opens the door and steps out. He’s gone, leaving me alone with my questions and my regrets.
I slip beneath the covers and lie down on the bed. I run my fingers over my bruised shoulder as I stare at the ceiling with my forehead furrowed.
For the second night in a row here in Zurich, I had amazing sex with Ethan Hawthorne, my hot billionaire boss, the same man who I promised never to have sex with, the same man who’s been giving me the cold shoulder all day and who just walked out after handing me the same.
What in the world is going on?
Chapter Ten
Ethan
“I’ll tell you what’s happening here, little brother,” Asher says as he turns to Ryker.
I’ve been ignoring him for the past five minutes – I’m no longer pissed at him, I just want to eat breakfast in peace – so now he’s trying to get his other brother’s attention.