Billionaire's Baby Contract (Hawthorne Brothers 1)

The more our lips touch and our tongues mingle, the more my head spins and my hesitation vanishes. The facts that I can smell Ethan’s cologne mingled with the scent of his sweat and that I can still picture him looking so cool and in control in his suit in that conference room earlier help, and so does the glass of wine I had at dinner. The alarm in my head turns into a distant siren – going, going, gone. Every coherent thought follows. Nothing makes sense. I don’t care.

Ethan tugs my lower lip. Then he drags the tip of his tongue along it, making it tingle even more. When I try to suck on his tongue again, he pushes it in. It rubs against the roof of my mouth and I tremble. The last of my defenses melts away as desire awakens in my veins. My body takes over.

I unbutton Ethan’s jacket and slip it off his shoulders. He shrugs it off. His fingers slip between the strands of my hair and they start to unravel. He finds the pins keeping my bun in place. He takes them off and my hair tumbles down past my shoulders. He works on the hook behind my dress next. He struggles so he turns me around.

“How do you get this fucking thing off?” he growls impatiently.

“Let me,” I offer, afraid that he might break it and ruin the dress. I bought it especially for this trip. It was on sale but still expensive.

I try to remove the hook. I own a lot of dresses and normally I can get this done in ten seconds at the most, but this time I struggle because my fingers are still trembling from that kiss Ethan just surprised me with.

The hands that start to travel up my legs and the lips that press against the back of my dress, just on top of my ass, make the task even harder. He grips my knees and I suck in a breath.

Can’t Ethan stay still for just one minute?

Apparently not, I think as his hands continue to climb higher. They’re under my dress now, stroking my thighs. If I don’t get myself out of this outfit, I’m afraid he’s going to end up fucking me in it.

And I’m starting to think that may not be a bad idea.

Just when I’m about to give up, my fingers finally succeed. The hook comes off. I grab the zipper and start to pull it down but Ethan takes over. As he drags it down my back, he leaves kisses on my skin. When it reaches the end, he pushes the dress off my shoulders. I take my arms out of the sleeves and he peels off the rest. The garment falls in a puddle at my feet and I leave my shoes in it as I step out.

Ethan turns me around and pulls me in for another kiss. I grip his waist. His fingers run through my hair. His hands caress my shoulders and my arms. Then he reaches behind me to unhook my strapless bra.

As he tries to rid me of one of my last two remaining items of clothing, I try to get one off him. I hook my finger at the base of his throat and pull on the knot of his tie in an attempt to remove it. I only manage to loosen it before my bra falls away. Then Ethan grabs my arm.

He pulls me towards the desk on one side of the room, the one that has a mirror on top of it stretching all the way to the ceiling. As soon as he stops in front of it, my breath catches.

Are we going to have sex in front of a mirror?

I know I read about it in a book once, which means I fantasized about it, too. I was curious to know what it would feel like. But now that it’s happening for real, I can’t help but feel apprehensive.

Am I ready for this?

Ready or not, Ethan jerks my arm and puts me between him and the mirror. I stare into my own wide eyes as he gathers all my hair and drapes it over my left shoulder. Then he wraps his arms around me as he kisses my exposed ear. My lips part to let out a soft gasp.

I watch his hands caress my belly, his palms rubbing against my skin. I can feel my cheeks getting hotter. I can see them turning a darker shade of pink than the powder I coated them with. Even my breasts look flushed. Ethan cups them as he plants a kiss on my right shoulder.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his breath tickling my skin.

I shrug as I stare at my reflection. I don’t know. I really don’t. I’m too embarrassed to think.