Billionaire's Baby Contract (Hawthorne Brothers 1)

He pushes me out of the beam of water and against the wall. At first, I find the tiles cold, but as Ethan continues to kiss me and begins to tease my nipples, my skin grows warm. Hot.

He takes the two stiff peaks of my breasts between his fingers and twists them gently. He rubs them as he sucks on my lower lip. Then he abandons one of them and drops his hand between my legs. His fingers find my nub. As soon as he starts stroking it, I start trembling. My breath catches. I pull my mouth away to take a fresh gulp of air. I rest my head against his shoulder and moan against his skin.

When the pleasure proves to be too intense, I grab Ethan’s wrist to move his hand lower. I push his fingers inside me and try to suck them in, but Ethan withdraws them after just a few thrusts.

He grips my shoulders and pushes me back against the wall. Then he lifts my right leg. He drops his hips. The tip of his cock brushes against my opening.

“Ready?” he asks in a whisper against my ear.

I clasp my hands behind his neck. “Ready.”

I just want him inside me. I want our bodies to be connected. I want…

My thoughts fly out of my head as his cock starts to enter me. My eyelids fall shut and I throw my head against the wall.

Little by little, Ethan pushes himself past my other pair of lips. Strained sounds rumble in his throat. I purse my lips and try to relax so I can accommodate his girth and take him deeper inside me. The more his cock rubs against my hidden walls, the wetter I feel them become.

Ethan stops to catch his breath. I open my eyes to look at him and see his flushed face, his puffed cheeks. Beads of water still cling to his hair and the bridge of his nose. He meets my gaze and I see the pleasure and the agony in the murky dark pools in his eyes. His cock throbs inside me. A shiver goes down my spine.

He captures my lips once more. Then he grabs my other leg.

“Hold on to me,” he says.

It’s the only warning I get before he lifts both my legs off the floor. I wrap them around him and his cock penetrates my body more deeply. I let out a gasp as I fasten my hands more tightly around his neck.

Is he crazy? Can we really do it like this? What if he drops me?

Then Ethan starts to move. His hands support my ass as he jerks his hips. His cock plunges inside me. My cries start to spill.

He gives a deep thrust and I feel his cock penetrate me to the hilt. My mouth opens in a silent scream.

Deep. Too deep.

But damn, it feels amazing.

Ethan continues with his thrusts. All I can do is cling to him and try to keep myself from falling even as my body starts to grow weak from the pleasure. I’m completely at his mercy.

Eventually, I start to tremble. Excitement buzzes in my veins. My skin is on fire.

“Ethan!”

I call out his name and grip his hair as the pleasure overwhelms me. Tears leak out the corners of my eyes. My cries bounce off the bathroom tiles.

He gives a few more thrusts and then one deep one, burying his cock in my belly as he begins to shake. I cling to him with all the strength I have left, worried that I might fall. His body hardens as his muscles grow taut. His fingers dig into my skin. His grunts and growls spill against my ear.

Afterwards, he falls silent. His chest heaves against me.

Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me and sets me down. My feet touch the floor, and yet I still feel like I’m floating. My knees still feel weak so I lean against the wall. My tired arms hang limply at my sides.

Ethan pulls me back under the shower. I lean against him as the water trickles down my skin. Somehow, we finish washing each other. Then Ethan dries me off and wraps a robe around me. I can still barely walk, so he carries me to the bed. Then he goes back into the bathroom to dry himself.

As I stare at the ceiling, my eyelids start to flutter. I close my eyes, about to fall asleep. But then I remember that I still have something to say to Ethan. My eyes fly open and I sit up.

Ethan emerges from the bathroom. My heart starts to pound, this time out of fear.

This is the moment of truth.

I swallow the lump in my throat and place my hand over my chest as I gather my courage. For a split second, I wonder if I should go through with this, if maybe I shouldn’t, after all. Then I straighten my back and open my mouth. I’m about to speak – but Ethan speaks first.