Chapter 6
SIX
Ethan
I knocked on Anna’s apartment door just after nine. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to seeing her. She relaxed me. When the door opened, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Hey,” she said.
I didn’t reply, I didn’t want to waste a second.
I walked toward her and without breaking stride, I grabbed her perfect ass and guided her backward into the hallway, at the same time, bringing the hem of her shirt up and over her head.
All I could think about was being buried inside her and watching her as she came.
“Hey Anna, how was your day?” She was mocking me.
I ignored her and pulled down her jogging pants.
She stood in her underwear, not helping but not hindering me either.
Jesus she was beautiful. I tugged at my tie as she continued her conversation with herself.
“It was great, thanks, Ethan. I got a lot done despite a number of office distractions. What about you? I had a good day too, Anna, thanks, I had a number of meetings—”
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” I interrupted her as I dropped my pants.
Without a word, she did what I said and took position.
I grabbed a condom out of my wallet. I was as hard as steel and I couldn’t wait another minute.
The curve of her back offering me that perfect lace-covered ass was all I could concentrate on.
I moved her panties to one side and thrust straight into her.
“Fuck,” she screamed. I pulled out and slammed into her again. My hands wanted to be on every part of her body at once—her hips, her tits, her pussy, in her hair, across her stomach. Jesus, I couldn’t get enough. I throbbed inside her—I was going to come in about ten seconds.
“Harder, Ethan.”
I pushed in again, relishing the feel of her around my cock.
She was made for me. She grunted as I thrust in again and her fingernails pressed into the wall.
I reached for her perfect tits. Her nipples puckered under my touch and I squeezed, perhaps too hard because her head snapped back onto my shoulder. There was too much of her to enjoy.
“You were so ready for me Anna. Have you been wet for me all day?” I whispered into her ear.
She nodded.
“Tell me, Anna.”
“I’ve wanted you all day. I’ve been thinking about you inside me.”
I couldn’t hold anything back. The sound of my flesh meeting hers and the moans from her were all too much.
The sight of her, the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her.
She was everything. How could I have let her go back to London?
How could I have not had her all these weeks? What had I been thinking?
She pushed back against me and I went deeper. I gripped her shoulder, riding in and out of her. She clenched around me, and her breath shortened. I slid my fingers around her hip and down to meet her clit. She bucked underneath me. I circled the nerves and the wetness around my cock increased.
“Yes. Just. Like. That,” she breathed.
Her head dropped to between her arms as if she were defeated. She had given into me, into the pleasure of it all. She turned her head so her eyes met mine and she came with a look of vulnerability mixed with pure lust. That look ended me and I poured into her.
I stood still for a few seconds, catching my breath, her head resting on the wall in front of her.
I pulled out of her and she whimpered as if my cock leaving her was the last thing she wanted.
Jesus. She could corrupt the Pope. I picked her up and walked us into her bedroom.
I lay her on the bed and quickly stripped off what was left of our clothes, then climbed under the covers with her, pulling her ass toward me.
I drew my arms around her waist and nestled my chin against her neck.
“Hey, how was your day?” I asked and she giggled.
“Oh, now you ask,” she said, stroking my arm.
“Sorry, I just had to be inside you.”
“I know. I like it.”
“Like me being inside you?”
“Yes, and that you have to be, like nothing is going to stop you, you’re going to take what you want.”
“You make me sound like a Neanderthal.”
“I like it,” she said simply. “But that’s why we need rules. And number one has got to be no orgasms in the office.”
I chuckled into her neck. “You didn’t like that?”
“Too much.”
“I think it should be as little contact in the office as possible and certainly no physical contact. What about that?”
“Sounds awful but yes, I agree.”
“What next?” I asked. She’d clearly given this a lot of thought. I didn’t care what her rules were. I’d play any game she offered.
“We can’t tell anyone at work. That frat thingy you were talking about and me not wanting to be the girl everyone thinks is sleeping her way to the top. It means we can’t tell anyone at work, and I mean anyone.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? You don’t agree?”
I liked that she could read the slight resistance in my words. “I do, but it’s not ideal is it?”
“But—”
“I’ve said I agree. What’s next?”
“That’s as far as I got.”
I pulled her legs between mine, “Do you want to come apartment hunting with me at the weekend, and then dinner at my sister’s?”
She pursed her lips. “So, are we dating?”
I hadn’t really put a label on it in my head. All I’d thought about was her, and how I wanted to spend time with her and get to fuck her while I was in London.
I shrugged. “I guess.”
“Don’t sound so enthusiastic.” She prodded me in the thigh and I mock winced. “Okay, I have more rules,” she continued.
I groaned and rolled to my back and she flipped over. “And then can I get a blow job?”
“If you’re fucking me, you’re not fucking anyone else.”
“Babe, I’ve never even mentioned a threesome.” That earned me a playful, tiny fist in my stomach but I caught her hand and drew it to my lips. “Beautiful, if I get to fuck you why would I want to fuck anyone else?”
“I’m serious,” she whispered.
I pulled her closer to me. “So am I. You’re gonna have to be patient with me. I’ve told you, I don’t date so I’m not going to get this right all the time. But I don’t play games and I’m not going to start bullshitting you. If I’m with you, I’m with you and that’s where it begins and ends.”
I could see her trying to fight her smile. “So we’re exclusive?”
“Oh my god, and you’re one of our brightest associates? Fuck, we’re toast.” She gave into her grin this time. “Yes, we’re exclusive. I don’t want any guy coming near you.”
Being inside her was going to fast become my favorite way to spend an evening.
She was asleep, and lying in the nook of my arm like she was made especially for it.
A sense of excitement washed over me about being in London.
It was the job and a fresh challenge, but it was also being with her.
She was as beautiful as I remembered, as funny, as wicked, as demanding but just as breakable.
For the first time in my life, I was excited to be getting to spend more time with a woman.
Trying not to disturb her, I reached to the bedside table to get my phone, typing out a message to my sister
Me: Dinner on Saturday sounds good. Can I bring someone?
She texted straight back despite it being after 2a.m. That was what kids did to you.
Jessica: A girl?
Me: A woman.
Jessica: Is she a hooker?
Me: Be nice. You’ll like her.
Jessica: Who are you and what have you done with my brother?
Me: I’ll see you Saturday. Love you.
Jessica: I don’t have ransom money, so you’ll just have to keep him.
I put the phone down and grinned to myself.
Anna
We were spending the day looking at apartments.
Ethan was still technically checked in at the hotel, but he’d spent every night this week with me.
And I liked it. I really liked it. And I really, really liked the sex, which just seemed to get better and better, but I liked him.
He made me laugh. He didn’t take any of my shit, he was supremely self-confident and he seemed to like me.
So far he wasn’t playing any of the games I was used to.
There was no pretending, no bullshit and it felt good. It felt right. It felt free.
Because I knew we only had three months, I wanted to squeeze every last drop out of our time together.
I guess he felt the same, because he came ’round every night after work, without excuse or explanation.
He’d even brought his laptop back last night and worked a little while we ate and before bed where he went back to work on my body.
I stood by the door, waiting for him so we could head off on our apartment hunting.
“Have you forgotten anything?” he hollered from the living room.
“Nope.” I grinned.
He appeared in the doorway and took in my expression. “Are you laughing at me?” He bent his head and kissed me square on the lips.
“Maybe.”
“You know, I can wipe that grin off your face in two seconds flat. Your little mouth will be all parted and panty in an instant if I let my fingers do this . . .” He reached down to cup my sex.
Sure enough, my grin subsided and my underwear dampened.
Part of me wanted to continue what he’d started, but we needed to go apartment hunting.
“Ethan, we need to go and I don’t need to be smelling of sex while we look at these rentals.”
Ethan shrugged and led us out. “This is only weekend two. We have ten more to go. Ten more when I’m going to keep you naked and tied to the bed all weekend. There will be no going out.”
Had he started a countdown in his head already? Ten weekends to go? “Promises, promises,” I managed to quip, disguising the clock that had just started ticking in my head.
“So if someone spots us together, what are we going to say?” I asked as Ethan hailed a cab to take us to the first appointment.
“They won’t”
“Famous last words. What if they do?”
“Then we’ll deal with it when it happens, but this is a city of eight million people. Keep your panties on.”
“You want me to keep my panties on? That’s a one hundred and eighty degree turn for you. Am I boring you already?”