The Deal (London Suits 0.50)

He was on his feet suddenly, pushing my legs apart, and then his mouth was on mine, urgent and demanding. I hooked my ankles around him, moving against his hardening cock, and he groaned, tightening his grip on me, pulling me even closer.

Then he was gone, striding towards the door.

No. How did it all go wrong? I thought we’d been on the same page.

“Ethan…” My desperate words died away as he flipped the lock shut, then turned around and advanced on me. I gulped at the intent in his expression.

I thought I’d been in charge of the situation. How wrong I was.

Ethan was in control now.

He spread my legs wide, pushing my skirt up so it bunched around my waist, exposing my underwear. His hands moved to my blouse, undoing the tiny buttons, and he reached inside to caress my breasts through my bra. I moaned as he pushed my bra cups down and bent his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth, then did the same with my other nipple. He raised his head and kissed me again, a devastating kiss that sent every coherent thought out of my brain.

Pushing me back so I was lying on my back on the conference table, legs spread, he raked his gaze up and down my body.

“Even better than I’d imagined,” I heard him say, and then his hands were tugging off my underwear and his head was between my legs, and his tongue…

“Ethan. Oh. Fuck.”

I saw stars.

I grabbed his hair, holding him in place as I spiralled higher and higher.

My legs trembled as I came, hard, arching off the table, crying out his name, not caring who heard me.

“Shhh,” he laughed. Laughed.

I stared up at him in confusion as he leaned down and slid his arms under me, pulling me up and collapsing back into his chair, with me on his lap.

“I don’t understand what’s happening.”

He smoothed my hair back from my face, still smiling, and began to button my blouse. I could feel his cock, against me, still hard, and I moaned, rubbing myself against him. How was it that I’d just had the most mind-blowing orgasm, but I needed even more from him?

“No, wait.” He groaned, the smile slipping from his face as I continued to grind against his hardness.

“I don’t want to wait,” I managed to say, before we were kissing again.

“Can you taste yourself on me?” he rasped against my lips, and I nodded.

He groaned again. “Avery, you’re incredible.”

“So are you,” I whispered, reaching for his belt.

13

Ethan

“Wait.” It took everything in my power to still her hand. She stared at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses. Why did I ever think she wasn’t my type? That’s right, because I refused to see what was right in front of me. She was leagues above any other woman I’d been with.

I was tired of trying to fight it. I was finished denying my feelings. I’d stayed away from her the whole week, but it was no use. Memories from our weekend together were constantly playing on my mind, and I’d tortured myself thinking about Victoria’s words to me, that Avery and I had something real. I’d called her in to apologise, and as soon as I’d seen her, my decision had become crystal clear.

With an effort, I moved her so she wasn’t straddling me, swinging her legs around so she was sitting sideways. I reached around to her ponytail and pulled the hairband out. Her hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves, dark and silky, and I ran my fingers through the soft strands.

“What’s going on?” Her voice was small, confused.

“W

hat’s going on is that we need to talk. Believe it or not, I didn’t plan on any of that happening just now—although watching you fall apart for me has been the best thing that’s happened to me since, well, the last time we were together.” She blushed at my words. “I asked you to meet with me because I wanted to say something to you, something important. I realised I made a mistake. As soon as you walked in here, it reinforced my feelings. Staying away from you all week…” I took a deep breath, staring into her eyes. “I missed you, Avery. I missed the silly memes you were sending me before we went away. I missed your smile lighting up the room. I missed holding you, having you by my side as my girlfriend. I know we were playing a part at the wedding, but if you have any feelings for me, I’d like us to explore that. Together. For real, this time.”