Chapter 31
Iwake up to Ethan snoring lightly beside me, and a smile curls up my lips as I stretch on the king-sized bed.
It’s been over two weeks since I agreed to officially date him, and much to my amazement, Ethan has been very discreet about our relationship.
While we are at work, he doesn’t give me any preferential treatment. Last week, he called me and some of my colleagues out for doing something wrong.
Instead of getting offended, I found myself incredibly turned on by it, and after work, we both had hot, passionate sex because of it.
I know it’s still very early to judge, but these past days have been nothing but bliss, and Ethan has proven to be a good man.
My eyes fall on the clock on the nightstand—6:00 a.m. I need to get out of bed and get ready for work, even though I want nothing more than to remain in bed with my man.
I feel Ethan’s arms snaking around my waist as I try to get out of bed. “Where do you think you are going?” he murmurs, his voice deep with sleep.
“It’s morning,” I say, chuckling. “I need to get ready for work, and so should you.” I try to get out of bed, but he tightens his grip.
“There’s still time,” he murmurs, coming closer and kissing my temple.
“I need to go back to my apartment and get my other uniform since I ripped the buttons from the one I wore last night,” I say in an accusing tone.
Last night after work, I came straight here and things got a little too passionate between us. Ethan ended up ripping off my clothes, and we had sex right on the floor of his living room before we moved to his bedroom.
My pussy still aches at the thought of all the things that we did together last night.
“Guilty as charged.” Ethan finally opens his eyes, and I find myself lost in them. He brings his head to mine, capturing my lips with his, and I melt in his arms, forgetting about whatever it is that I want to do.
“Sorry I ripped your clothes last night,” he says, his lips hovering over mine as he pulls away from the kiss. “But I have a new uniform for you in my closet.”
“Is that so?” I ask, surprised.
“See for yourself.” He points me in the direction of his walk-in closet, which is almost the size of my whole apartment.
When I open the door and walk in, I’m surprised to find not only a new pair of my work uniforms hanging in the corner of the closet, but also several other dresses and shoes my size.
Dinner dresses, casual dresses, jeans, tops, heels, sneakers, sandals—it’s like a full clothing line. For a moment, I’m speechless as I look at all the clothes.
“When did you get all this?” I ask, walking out of the closet.
Ethan is now sitting up in bed, his back resting against the headboard. He shrugs like it’s nothing.
“I figured there will be days that you need to get ready for work from here or go anywhere at all. I want you to have all that you need.”
“Aww, Ethan, that’s so sweet of you,” I say, feeling overwhelmed by this gesture.
“So, do you think we can spend a little more time in bed now that you don’t have to rush back to your apartment to get ready for work?”
“Maybe a little,” I say, my tone a little sultry as I hitch the hem of his shirt I’m wearing that I have on up my thigh.
He has his gaze on me, and I start unbuttoning the shirt while I maintain eye contact. His gaze alone is enough to get me wet, and I feel my wetness pooling between my legs.
I shrug out of the shirt slowly, walk up to the bed, and crawl back in. Using a finger, I push him back to the bed.
I can see his engorged dick through the fabric of his boxer briefs, and I sit astride on his legs and begin gliding my pussy over the length of his cock.
The way his cock teases my pussy without penetration builds tension through my whole body, and I find myself moaning and going faster, throwing my head back as I feel my release coming close.
By the time I come down from my high and open my eyes, I find Ethan watching me, a coy smile on his lips.
“You look beautiful when you come,” he says, his tone soft, and I feel heat creeping up my cheeks.
I lean back to help him out of his briefs, but I notice it’s stained with my juices. I’m always a wet mess whenever I’m around this man.
As I take off his briefs and his erect cock comes into view, my mouth waters at the sight. Ethan has the most beautiful cock I have ever seen—big, not too big, but big enough to hit my G-spot, veiny, and a slight curve when erect.
Bringing my head down, I take him into my mouth, swiping my tongue along the tip, tasting his pre-cum which is a little salty.
I swipe my tongue along his whole length, and he throws his head back, hissing out a breath. Opening my mouth wider, I take his whole cocklength into my mouth, making sure not to trigger my gag reflex.
“Fuck, baby, you are killing me,” he groans, his hands coming to my hair and slightly pulling.
I continue sucking, going up and down on his cock, my other hand on his balls, gently teasing, and he groans out in pleasure.
“Baby, you need to stop,” he groans, but I continue, increasing my pace. He brings his hand to both sides of my face, pulling me up.
“If you don’t stop now I’m going to cum,” he warns, breathing hard.
“Then cum in my mouth,” I say, a mischievous smile on my face.
“I want to cum inside you. I want to know you have my cum dripping out of you while you are at work.”
“You are so dirty,” I tease, even though I find the thought hot.
“And something tells me you like that part of me.” I place both hands on my sides, and he pulls me up, sitting me on his cock.
I spread my thighs wider as he brings his cock to my entrance but doesn’t quite slip it inside. Instead, he teases me with the tip, gliding it along my entrance, my wetness making it easy.
I make a hissing sound when he parts my lower lips with the tip of his cock, and I’m so wet my pussy is glistening with my wetness.
“Always wet for me,” he murmurs.
And I throw my head back, concurring, “Wet only for you.”
I buck my hips, gasping as he slips his cock inside me without warning. My lips parted as I looked down at him.
“I fucking love being inside you, baby,” he says, his voice a sexy growl.
“I love having you inside me.” I try to start moving my hips, but he stops me.
“I’m controlling the pace.”
“Then move already,” I say in frustration, almost crying out.
“I want to have this picture etched into memory,” his lips are wide, and he smiles as he looks at the point where our bodies are connected.
“I love how your pussy clenches my cock. We are made for each other.” With that, he flips me onto the bed without our bodies disconnecting, and he starts riding me.
The room is filled with the slapping sounds of our thighs and moaning. I like the way he fucks me without mercy, rough and hard.
This man has ruined me, and I don’t think I can be with another man after him.
While at work,I find it hard to focus on anything other than Ethan, even while I’m at work. The memory of his touch, his kiss—lingers in my mind, distracting me from my tasks.
What surprises me most is how effortlessly he maintains a professional demeanor in the office, despite our newfound intimacy. It only makes him all the more irresistible to me.
Throughout the day, I steal glances at him whenever I can, my heart fluttering at the sight of him. His mere presence seems to fill the room, casting a spell over me that I can’t seem to shake off.
Despite our agreement to keep things discreet, I find myself longing for more moments alone with him where we can share stolen glances and secret smiles without the prying eyes of my colleagues.
While I’m trying to concentrate on work, I get a call from Ethan’s office asking me to come up to his office.
As I step into his office, I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the sight of him sitting behind his desk; his eyes focused intently on the screen of his laptop.
I see there’s a tall and impeccably dressed woman in the office.
“Ah, Jessica, perfect timing,” Ethan says, his voice smooth and commanding.
“Jessica, I’d like you to meet Rachel Reynolds,” Ethan continues, gesturing towards the woman standing before me. “She’ll be taking over Lysa’s position and will be working closely with you on the upcoming event at the hotel.”
I nod in acknowledgment, trying to maintain my composure as Rachel extends her hand towards me. “Nice to meet you, Jessica,” she says, her voice smooth and authoritative.
“Likewise,” I reply, shaking her hand firmly. Despite my attempt to focus on the task at hand, I find myself envious of Rachel’s magnetic presence, her confidence, and poise.
I glance at Ethan, feeling a surge of admiration for the way he carries himself, his authority palpable in the air. Despite the professional nature of our conversation, I can’t help but find him incredibly sexy, his presence alone enough to send shivers down my spine.
“Of course, I’m happy to help in any way I can,” I reply, my voice tinged with eagerness. “Just let me know what you need, and I’ll make sure everything is taken care of.”
Ethan nods, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Jessica,” he says, his gaze lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary.
As Mrs. Reynolds leaves Ethan’s office, I turn to follow, but Ethan’s voice stops me in my tracks.
“Jessica, could you stay behind for a moment?” he requests, his tone low and intimate.
I nod, curiosity piqued, as I watch the door closes, leaving Ethan and me alone.
Ethan strides over to me, his eyes dark with desire. Before I can even process what’s happening, he pulls me into a searing kiss, his lips warm and insistent against mine.
My heart races in my chest as I melt into his embrace, my hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair. His kiss is electrifying, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my veins.
When we finally break apart, breathless and flushed, Ethan’s gaze meets mine, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors my own.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
A shiver runs down my spine at his words, a thrill coursing through me at the intensity of our connection.
In this moment, I know that I am more than ready to embrace whatever lies ahead for us with open arms.