Fourteen | Eva
Fourteen
Eva
I had spent the rest of the week avoiding Ethan, even though I knew that I needed to apologize to him. The deal with Brent and Karly was really getting under my skin, and I knew that it was because of everything happening with my sister. The last update that I had from Lucy confirmed that Lance was picking up Jackson this afternoon and taking him for the weekend, while Lucy picked up a few shifts at the hospital where she worked as a receptionist. She assured me that they were trying to remain civil with each other, but Gabi had told me that it had been nothing but constant fighting.
My mind tried to separate what was happening with Lucy from what was happening with Brent, but all I could see was a rich man throwing around his money until he got what he wanted. For Brent, it was purchasing the company—which technically was Karly’s now, and taking it from her without worrying about how she would continue to take care of her daughter. With Lance, he had already met with one of the most aggressive family law lawyers in Manhattan who jumped at the opportunity to take his case. Money didn’t mean a damn thing to Lance, and he would pay whatever he needed to if it meant that he kept Lucy right where he wanted her.
It was almost five o’clock, and I watched as Kate packed up her stuff to leave for the day. Ethan was still in his office, head down as he read through the stack of papers on his desk. I felt bad for ruining his birthday lunch the other day and hated that it had already taken me this long to apologize. My temper had always gotten the better of me, and it was worse when my family was involved.
I pushed away from my desk and pulled at the hem of my skirt, making sure it wasn’t stuck to my ass before walking over to his office. I tapped on the door, waiting for him to invite me in so I didn’t overstep any boundaries. He looked up, a brief look of happiness on his face that was immediately replaced with something that I couldn’t read. Maybe anger? Possibly frustration? It was hard to tell.
“Do you have a minute?” I asked, looking down the hallway as the last few people cleared out of their offices and waited in the lobby for the elevator.
“Sure,” he said as he dropped the piece of paper he was looking at and leaned back in his chair. He looked so confident and collected, which made me feel even more nervous and anxious.
“I wanted to apologize for the other day,” I said quietly, fidgeting with my fingers as I looked down. “I was out of line, and I didn’t mean to ruin lunch.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said coolly, then went back to the stack of papers on his desk.
I could feel my irritation growing at his lack of interest and the way he was blowing me off. I was genuinely trying to apologize, and he was acting like an ass about it. My foot tapped on the carpet as I stood in the doorway, staring at him.
“Is there something else that I can help you with?” he asked without looking up at me.
“You really have some nerve, you know that?” I blurted out angrily.
“Excuse me?” He let the paper fall from his hands as he stood up and leaned over the desk to look at me.
“I’m standing here, trying to apologize, but you barely even acknowledge me.” I folded my arms over my chest and straightened my spine.
“What exactly were you wanting from this?” He raised his brows. “You apologized. I said it was fine. Yet, you’re still not happy with it.” He stood upright and held his hands up in front of him. “Tell me what I’m missing here.”
“Nothing,” I said with an edge of irritation in my voice. “Just forget about it.”
I turned to walk back to my office when I heard his footsteps behind me. In one swift movement, he grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pressed my back against the door.
“What do you want, Eva?” His eyes searched mine as he held me there, our bodies inches away from each other.
“I want you to care!” I exclaimed, feeling all of the pent-up frustration from the past few weeks suddenly coming to the surface. “Stop dismissing me and everything that happens between us, and just care for once!”
“I do care, Eva,” he growled, stepping closer to me. “I care so much that it takes everything inside of me to try to stay away from you.”
I swallowed hard, the air around us hot and thick. My chest heaved as the scent of his cologne filled my senses, making me want to reach out and touch him.
“Maybe you should stop trying,” I whispered.
“I’m not good for you, Eva,” he countered, leaning his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. “You’d be smart to walk away from me and never look back.”
“You don’t scare me,” I said, grabbing his face in my hands and turning it to look at me.
Our eyes locked onto each other, and I knew there was no going back.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me as my lips brushed against his. He groaned as his hand slid around my waist, pulling me into the office before pushing the door closed with his foot. His hands slid down, grabbing my ass as he pushed my skirt up. We worked quickly, too frenzied, as I struggled to undo the buttons on his dress shirt.
Within seconds, it was completely unbuttoned, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs and tanned skin. I stepped back for a second to admire his body as he pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the floor. He kicked off his shoes before undoing his black leather belt, his fingers moving slowly as he watched me study his every movement.
“Take off your shirt,” he commanded, pulling his belt through the loops and then holding it in his hand. I chewed my bottom lip as I watched him fold it in half before whipping it across his palm to get my attention. I reached down and pulled the bottom of my black silk tank top up and over my head. His eyes traveled down my body while he licked his lips.
“What next?” I pleaded, enjoying the way he was looking at me.
“Take off your skirt, then turn and face the window.”
I glanced behind me, taking in the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that would surely give anyone in one of the neighboring buildings the perfect view of what we were about to do.
“But what if someone sees us?” I asked nervously, slowly walking over to the window. He stalked toward me, a look of hunger in his eyes that instantly turned me on.
“Then they can watch us.”
I smiled at him over my shoulder, loving the thought of it happening. I reached behind and unzipped my skirt before letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, spreading my legs slightly as I balanced on my stiletto heels and adjusted my black lace thong that matched my bra.
“Fucking beautiful,” he purred in my ear as he came up behind me, the hard thickness of his erection poking into my ass through his pants as he pulled my body against him.
“Put your hands on the window and spread your legs,” he instructed, his voice gruff as he stepped back and I instantly missed his touch.
I did as he asked, making sure to pop my ass out for him. I grinned when I heard a low growl deep in his throat, loving that he was as turned on as I was. If I thought we were breaking the rules before, we were completely throwing them out the window we were about to fuck against.
I looked over my shoulder to see what was taking him so long and found his eyes on me, watching relentlessly as he held his belt in his hands. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled it tight and whipped it across his palm. I let out a quick gasp, my body instantly reacting to it.
“Do you like that sound?” he asked quietly, his voice low in my ear as he stood behind me again. “Does the thought of me spanking you make you wet?”
“Yes,” I panted, closing my eyes and arching my back against his chest. He let out a low chuckle as he pulled back and whipped the belt across my bare ass cheek. I gasped and jumped at the same time, the sting of it surprisingly arousing.
“Fuck, Eva,” he moaned and stepped away from me. A few seconds later, I heard his pants drop to the floor and the sound of foil tearing as he opened a condom before he set it on the desk beside us. I let out a soft sigh of relief and started to relax when I felt the sting of the belt on the other ass cheek this time. I tilted my head back and let out a moan.
“I never would have thought you were the kind of girl who was into being spanked,” he teased as he stood behind me.
The belt fell to the floor as his hands eagerly roamed over my body, sliding up my back to undo my bra. His fingers gently pulled the straps down before tossing it behind us, then quickly moved to the front as he played with my pebbled nipples.
“I didn’t know I was into it either,” I admitted sheepishly.
“I can’t wait to see what else you like,” he murmured.
I let my head roll back against his chest while his fingers trailed across my nipples, then moved lower along my stomach. My legs parted willingly, the heat rolling off of me as he dipped his hand into my panties. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I felt like I was going to explode.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he panted.
I didn’t say anything as I spread my legs even further, allowing him full access as his fingers plunged inside of me. I could feel his erection getting harder as it pressed against my lower back. I wanted him inside of me as much as I wanted the orgasm he was teasing me with.
“That feels so good,” I cried out, panting heavily as his fingers moved faster, the angle allowing them to rub my clit. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.”
He worked his fingers against my clit, drawing every tiny bit of my orgasm out of me as I shuddered against his chest and allowed him to hold me upright until I could stand on my own. He kissed the back of my neck and down my shoulder as I came down from that incredible high. But I still wanted more.
I reached behind me and rubbed his erection, needing it to be inside of me. He growled as he gently pushed me forward so my hands were braced against the window again while he took the time to roll the condom on. He grabbed my hips and held me steady before slowly pushing inside. His cock stretched me, making me feel fuller than I had ever felt before. Then he slammed into me, bringing me to see stars from how amazing he felt as he fucked me thoroughly against the window for all to see.
I had no idea whether anyone could actually see us, but I didn’t care. Sex with Ethan was addictive, and I wasn’t about to stop when things felt this fucking good.