Chapter 6
Chapter Six
ZOE
Ethan’s mouth closed over my nipple, and I almost melted to the floor.
Sweet hell. Just kissing him sent me tumbling into madness, yet this was beyond good.
The hot, wet suction of his mouth and the nip of his teeth while he rolled my other nipple between his fingers nearly made me come on the spot.
Hot shivers raced over my skin while my pulse skittered wildly.
I could hardly breathe with my breath coming in pants and gasps.
I should’ve been mortified. My God. I was making out in my office with one of my clients. And not just any client, but a high profile sports star. If anyone found out about this, it could seriously dent the entirely respectable reputation I’d cultivated.
Attorneys weren’t supposed to fuck their clients.
Problem was, thinking about how I wasn’t supposed to be doing this only made me hotter. I could feel the wet silk between my thighs and shifted my legs, anything to relieve the need there.
Ethan drew back, catching my nipple lightly in his teeth as he did and sending a hot jolt of pleasure to my core. He lifted his head, his hooded green gaze locking with mine. I expected him to tease but he didn’t. He just looked at me, the air heavy around us.
My heart thudded against my ribs. The longer his gaze held mine, the hotter I got inside.
I was so wet, I could feel the moisture on the insides of my thighs.
His cock was hot and hard against me, the feel of it making me want him inside of me.
I wished for the thousandth time I wasn’t still stuck a virgin.
If Ethan knew, he’d likely bolt out of my office so fast, he’d leave skid marks behind him.
He pinched my nipple, and a little moan escaped.
I was so flushed all over, I doubted he could notice I got even more flushed at that.
His mouth curled at one corner in a devilish grin.
I should’ve gotten annoyed with that. Instead, my body, traitor that it was, only tightened further in anticipation.
One last tease of my nipple and his hand slid down over my belly.
It just now occurred to me he’d unbuttoned my blouse and my skirt was riding up my thighs.
His hand kept going, curling over the curve of my hip and down along my thigh.
My legs were bare, and the feel of his calloused palm against my skin made me so crazy I shifted my legs again.
Oh. My. God. I was so far gone I almost came just from moving my legs.
“Before I go, I need to know one thing,” he said, his voice low and taut.
I was so bad off, everything he did made me want him even more. My belly clenched at the sound of his voice.
“What’s that?” I asked, my voice raspy and need galloping through me so hard and fast I could barely breathe.
He shoved my skirt up and trailed his fingers up along the inside of my thigh. “I want to know if you’re as wet as I’m hard.”
I swallowed, flushing all over again. I couldn’t have stopped him if I tried and I didn’t want to. He lightly stroked a finger over the silk of my panties, never once looking away from me. His half-grin disappeared and his eyes went dark.
He dragged his finger over the silk again before pushing back abruptly.
At that moment, there was a sharp knock on my door.
No one but Jana knocked on my door, but the last thing I needed was her to open it and find me like this—my shirt unbuttoned, my bra damp, my nipples so tight they ached, and my skirt up to my waist.
Flustered, I kept my back flat against the door. Ethan shifted back to a teasing grin, his eyes flicking from me to the doorknob.
“I’ll be out in a few minutes, Jana,” I called, striving to keep my tone normal.
“Okay, your four o’clock appointment is here,” she said, her voice muffled through the door.
At the sound of her footsteps retreating, I glared at Ethan. “This is not funny.”
I pushed away from the door and yanked my skirt down. Before I had a chance to button my shirt, he was immediately in front of me again. Without a word, he buttoned my blouse, pausing between my breasts, his eyes flicking up to mine.
“I didn’t figure you for a black silk girl,” he said with another half-grin.
Dear God. He was going to make me lose my fucking mind. All he had to do was throw one of those devastating grins my way and I almost melted to the floor.
I couldn’t even formulate a reply with my heart banging wildly, my belly somersaulting and my channel throbbing with need. He pinched one of my nipples before buttoning the rest of my blouse.
He held still, and I could feel his hard shaft nestled against me again.
I didn’t want him to leave. That’s how far gone I was.
I had another client waiting to see me, and if Ethan had pushed even the slightest bit, nothing would’ve kept me from finally saying goodbye to my virginity. Right here in my office.
He reached up and brushed my hair back away from my face. “You shouldn’t wear your hair down when you’re working,” he said gruffly.
“Huh?” was my brilliant reply.
“You’re too fucking beautiful as it is, but with your hair down, you’re downright dangerous. No man can see you and not want you,” he said bluntly. “I said I’d have you, and I will, but I don’t intend to share.”
His gaze had gone somber, while all I could do was gape at him. I was so caught in the wild beat of my desire for him, I could barely think. He was worried about my hair?
“Share?” I asked dumbly.
He shrugged, that insouciance he wore so well coming the fore. “Right. I don’t want your four o’clock appointment coming in and getting off on looking at you.”
I had no idea what to say. My mouth opened and closed.
Finally, I gave my head a shake and tried to focus.
A bit difficult with his cock hot and hard and nestled against my core.
Hell, all of him was hard. His body was like an in-the-flesh example of the perfect male specimen—all honed muscle and sinew.
Another shake of my head, and I managed to form words.
“Ethan, men don’t notice my hair. They don’t notice me. Trust me on this.”
He arched a brow. “Yes they do, luv. You don’t pay attention. You’re too busy being proper. Trust me on this.”
A laugh escaped as I stared at him. He stepped back and reached up, sliding his hands through my hair. After a second, I realized he was actually trying to put my hair up.
This time I really laughed and swatted at his hands. “Oh stop. I’ll do it. I usually leave it up, but I didn’t know you were coming in, and I hardly got any sleep last night,” I said as I quickly spun my hair into a knot.
I walked to the mirror and smoothed it back from my forehead. Wild though my hair could be, it was long enough to easily tie into a knot. I strode to my desk and snagged two bobby pins from the paperclip holder before returning to the mirror to pin the knot in place.
I wasn’t really thinking. It was all too much and too crazy what I’d just allowed to happen with Ethan. My body was thrumming with need. I spun back to find him standing by my desk, his eyes watching me.
“Have dinner with me,” he said abruptly.
One look in his eyes, and I nearly melted right where I was.
But I couldn’t. This was insane. I couldn’t date a client.
Not to mention if Ethan knew I was a virgin, he wouldn’t even consider me.
He was a player, and I knew it. Good God, the man was in the gossip news all the time, mostly known for his healthy appetite for women and for being plain handsome as all hell.
I started to shake my head, and he shook his right back at me. “Don’t tell me no. I know you want me.”
Even though his words sounded cocky, his tone sounded earnest.
“Ethan, it’s not that, and it’s not just because you’re my client. That’s a thing, but I’m not exactly the kind of girl you go for.”
His eyes narrowed, and he arched a brow. “I think it’s pretty obvious you are,” he said, his tone droll.
Next thing I knew, I went and said the stupidest thing ever. “I seriously don’t think you’re into virgins.”
The second the words flew out of my mouth, I wanted to die. Right there. My face got hot. I fought the urge to run right out of my office because that only meant running right into Jana and my next client.
Ethan’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. He stared at me, hard, for a few beats and then straightened, walking to stand just in front of me.
“Oh no, luv. That’s not a problem.”