5. Ethan
Ethan
December
When I returned home from a business trip, I found that Lily still hadn’t moved into her new room across from me. While that could be normal in some situations, I hoped she read the entire contract before signing it because it stated that she would always be on call, and during the holidays and peak seasons, she would stay in the building. That was why I paid the administration and top-level associates' room and board.
When I walked into the office, I found Lily buried under weeks of paperwork—drooling on the latest hire’s documents. Was I overworking her?
I indeed hoped I wasn’t. “Lily, good morning. I brought fresh coffee, donuts, and the key to your room, which is still vacant. And looking at your clothes, I’d guess you haven’t left the office in almost three days. If I remember correctly, you only work nine-to-five, not nine-to-nine, Sunday through Saturday.
“I’m so sorry! I wanted to get done early, so I could move in this weekend. I stayed late and did much of today's work yesterday. I’ll get tomorrow's work done today, and then I’ll be ahead,” she said. She was working herself too hard, but I got it.
“Again, princess, we’re closed on the weekends. You can work from your room if you’d like, but this area is closed for business until Monday at nine a.m.—or ten if you get here a little later.” I smiled, hoping she would take the hint to get out of here, so I could do some extra work of my own. I know, pot calling the kettle black, but it made sense to work while nobody was there. Sure, I could do it in my room, but it felt right to do it here.
“Oh, can I finish these last few files and then go? I don’t have anything up there yet, so it’s bare,” she asked, forcing another excuse.
“It’s fully furnished. I can even have my assistant find you a few outfits if you’d like?”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll finish these last few files, go to my apartment, get the okay to move out, and move everything over. I just need to look at what I can bring.” She smiled.
“You don’t need to bring anything but your clothes, Lily. Well, I guess makeup and things that you need day-to-day, but as far as furniture, if there’s something you need, let me know, and I’ll have it ordered for you. On weekends, you can go to your apartment, home, or wherever if you want to get away. We put this in place to ensure we all have a safe place to go after working long hours,” I explained, hopefully correctly.
“That’s so sweet of you, Mr. Brennan. Your girlfriend or wife is lucky!” she peeped before correcting herself. “Oh shit. I forgot to include all the possibilities. Or your boyfriend or husband. Or multiple partners. Oh my god, I’m fucking up again,” she rambled as she blushed, turning fire-red.
“I’m single, Lily, but thank you.” I shot her a smile and winked.
“But you’re so successful and so handsome. Of all the men here, you’re the only one with the husband mentality. I feel like you’d be an amazing husband, sir,” she exclaimed, then froze with a deer-in-the-headlights look before returning to her paperwork.
“Thank you, Lily. You’ll make a great wife or husband one day, too. I’m getting this inclusive thing down.”
“You’re so silly. Alright, I’ll let you get back to work,” she said, immediately returning to inputting data. I wasn’t even sure what she was working on. Within three hours, she had everything loaded up, and she walked out the door.
Finally, quiet! I chuckled, the office was finally silent. I peeked over to the big screen and noticed a weather alert. Shit. What was going on now?!
About thirty minutes later, Lily stepped back off the elevator with two bags of food and a drink carrier full of drinks. Either she was back for good, or we were having a party I wasn’t aware of.
“Welcome back? I thought you were going home to rest?” I asked, unsure how best to approach this. She was a workaholic, like myself, and I loved that about her. Lily looked over, staring at the storm warning on TV.
“How would you feel about helping me move everything into my room?” she asked. “We could set up a movie night and work together to motivate each other. I kind of want to take a few days off next week. That’s why I’m working extra this weekend,” she explained with a smile.
“Aren’t you the queen of HR now?” I laughed—Queen of HR. I should get her a plaque with that title for her desk.
“That’s hilarious, but I’m serious. The weather looks like it’s going to get bad. We don’t want to get locked in here, do we?” She looked at me, laughing. My lips twitched with a smile. I’d love to be locked in my bed with her. I had no idea where that thought came from, but it was true.
“I don’t think we’ll get locked in here, but if you want to take a few days off, that’s fine. We’ll need to hire you an assistant, so you don’t get too far behind,” I said, grabbing the coffee she offered.
“An assistant would be nice. Are you sure we won’t get locked in? Also, I hope I got your coffee order right; I got a few sub sandwiches and salads too. I didn’t know how long we would be here working today, but I have this pile and one other to finish, then I’ll be done.” She shot me a flirty smile, handed me a bag of heavenly smelling food, and went back to her desk to get to work.
“This smells absolutely divine! Thank you for lunch. Next time, it’s my treat,” I said, returning to my paperwork.
Three hours later, we watched as the snow outside drifted silently down, turning the city into a winter wonderland. Breaking news kept flashing on the TV, but I ignored it and kept working.
“ ...three massive cold fronts and snow storms moving our way are predicted to disrupt the area. We are talking about at least twenty-five feet of snow, folks. This is gearing up to be one of the most brutal winter storms we’ve ever had!” the news anchor said, sounding too excited. “The governor has declared a state of emergency and is advising everyone to head home before it gets too bad to drive. We’ve already got reports coming in that some parts of the city have lost power. This storm is quickly getting ugly...”
I ignored the lady reporting on the weather. We had a backup generator, so we were unlikely to lose power. I was confident in the hotel’s setup. The bottom floor was set up as a shelter for those experiencing homelessness. I sent our hostess a quick text and let her know to prepare the extra rooms.
Once that was done, I peeked over to check how Lily was doing and found her intensely concentrated on inputting data.
“Hey, I think it’s time we move to the rooms. Do you want me to escort you to yours?” I offered. I wasn’t sure if this was what a boss was supposed to do.
“That would be great. I have two more files to go—” She was interrupted by the power flickering, then going out entirely.
“It’ll be okay. The generator should kick on,” I explained. “It takes a few minutes, but it’ll turn on soon.”
“Oh, okay. So, how do we get out of here?” Lily asked, looking toward the elevator and then to the fire escape.
“We are stuck until the generator kicks on,” I said as I realized it was freezing here.
“Shit. I knew we should have gone to the rooms earlier to do our work.” She laughed, pulling her jacket on.
“We’ll be okay.” Shit. Why hadn’t the generator come on?
A CEO and VP of HR get locked in the office during a snowstorm. The generator failed, and they were left to their own devices… What happened next? Keep watching to find out. It was almost like the punch line to a bad joke, except this was now my life. We waited, but the generator never came on, and it was quickly getting dark outside. It wasn’t that I was afraid of the dark, but I wasn’t sure if I had enough whiskey to get us through the night—or however long it would take for the generator to kick on, so we could get to our rooms.
“I guess you were right; we should have listened to your intuition and gone to your room to finish. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. Are you okay?” my boss asked.
“I think so. I guess the work part is done. But without Wi-Fi and power, we’ll be stuck in the dark, and it will get cold soon. Do we have any supplies?” she asked, looking around. Perhaps I was a bigger jerk because I honestly had no idea what emergency supplies we kept in the office or where they would be. “I know there are blankets and stuff that Helga gave me on her last day, but I don’t know what else we have. Good thing I went and got lunch before everything shut down. Otherwise, you’d be stuck here by yourself.” She winked, pulling out a blanket and a little safety kit.
“I’m not sure how this stuff will help, but I have whiskey and a few other blankets I keep in my office for when I sleep here. Plus, I have a loveseat that pulls out into a bed, if that’s okay. Does that heater warm up? Is it charged?” I rambled. I was starting to get agitated, and my nerves wouldn’t settle. Two things drove me to insanity and made my anxiety unhinged: getting trapped and being in dark places. And now I’m trapped in a dark place with my best friend’s little sister, who also happened to be vice president of my HR department. Shit could only go uphill at this point, right? Nope. It was rolling straight toward me.
“Can we add whiskey to our coffees? I’m not sure how great it will taste, but it may be a good way to take the edge off,” Lily said. She took the lid off her drink and tilted it in my direction. I topped off the coffee with a shot or two of whiskey. She stirred it around, and I did the same to mine before we clinked our cups together.
“Cheers.” We toasted our good luck, then took a drink.
After another quick sip, I cleared my throat, realizing how quickly it was getting dark.
“If I were to sleep on your loveseat, where would you sleep? Obviously, we’re stuck here for a while, but what should we do?” she asked, looking around.
“Well, we can use the little heater to warm up the room, then close the door and try to keep it as warm as possible. If we need, we can use body heat to keep us warm. I promise to behave, Lily.” I tried to reassure both her and myself that I would be on my best behavior.
“Nobody said anything about behaving. Now isn’t the time to worry about that. We should worry about staying warm, avoiding frostbite, and starving to death, so we make it out of here in one piece. The fact is, if the generator hasn’t already come on, it isn’t going to. So we have to do what we have to do. And if that’s our only option, and you’re sure it will keep us alive, then I am all for it.” She laughed, taking another sip of her spiked coffee. “Can I have a refill? More whiskey, less coffee this time, please.” She handed me her empty cup, but I didn’t have any coffee to mix with it.
A few hours later, the office was frozen. The two flashlights we used to play board games had gone out a while ago, and our battery life was diminished. Of course, with cell towers down, we couldn’t connect to the outside world.
“Do you think the generator is working in the rest of the hotel?” she asked, scooting closer to me. The blankets were almost not enough to keep us warm. I pulled another jacket over our feet.
“Our rooms have working generators, but I’m guessing the offices were not included to conserve energy for the rest of the building. That’s a flaw on my part,” I admitted.
“Oh. Well, I guess lucky for us. We get to keep each other warm the hard way,” she teased, scooting even closer. I couldn’t help but love the smell of her hair. It reminded me of honeysuckle. A scent that had been foreign since I last visited Georgia.
“You can scoot in closer if you’d like. We may have to come up with something else. Skin-to-skin may make it easier to warm our bodies. What do you think?” I asked. I didn’t want to push her on this. She was the head of HR and had access to the legal department. She was the only person in this building who could have me removed with a snap of her fingers. Everything needed to be her move first, her idea, and with her consent.
“That’s a great idea. Okay, let’s strip down to just our undergarments and then move closer to the loveseat. We can use the blankets and cushions to make a nest of some sort. If bears and wolves can do it and survive with fur, we can use our skin as each other’s fur, and somehow, it’ll work out.”
She was a little tipsy, but I liked this side of her. Quirky. Sassy. She was fun. Who knew Braxton’s little sister was more fun than he was? But could she cook like him? If she could, she would be the perfect addition to our little amigo pack.
“Yes, ma’am. Now, don’t watch me. I’m a little insecure about my body.” I covered my nipples, which perked up when I removed my shirt.
“Ethan Brennan, you have no reason to be ashamed of your body. Your nipples are so adorable. I wonder, may I?” She stepped closer to me, wearing just a bra and boyshorts.
“I’m not sure what you’re about to do, but yes, you may.” I moved closer, inviting her toward me.
“They’re just so tempting. I have to know if it’s the same,” she said. Lifting on her tip-toes, she latched onto one of my nipples, biting it with force, nearly causing me to push her away, but I resisted and let her finish.
“Is the lady satisfied with the torture she has bestowed on Sir Nipplous?” I laughed, grabbing my nipple to comfort him.
“Sir Nipplous? Like Sir Nicholas? That’s fucking adorable. Is his brother jealous? I could kiss the other one too.” She turned to my other side, and I moved my arm, allowing her access. If she was going to kiss mine, I was definitely about to kiss hers.
“Hello, Duke Nippleton. I’m sorry to have neglected you. However, your brother was available first. May I?” she teased, then looked up to me through her lashes as she kissed my nipple, sure to trace her tongue around the outer part. Then, she grazed her teeth over it as she withdrew.
“How is the king feeling after the affection?” she asked before taking another drink of her coffee.
“The king is satisfied but wonders if his lady would like to be kissed on her bosom as well?” I asked, staying in character. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I had no plans of stopping.
“The lady grants access. Please allow me a moment to free the girls.” Lily laughed as she removed her bra, her breasts bouncing free as she walked over to me.
“Your majesty, you requested my ladies?” She looked up at me with her big, beautiful eyes. And for once, I didn’t see Lily, Braxton’s little sister, but I saw Lily, the gorgeous minx, who was about to wreck my entire world in a few hours. The cold air blew across her nipples, and they hardened instantly.
“I did, and they are so cold. I should warm them up, m’lady,” I replied, dragging her closer to me and leaning down, so I was level with her breasts.
Taking one in my hand and the other in my mouth, I suckled and teased her breasts as if they were a meal I was desperate to eat. With my tongue circling her nipple, I pinched the other to make sure it was perky and warm.
“Oh, Ethan, what are you doing to me?” she whined. I knew instantly there was no way we were leaving here, having been on our best behavior. After teasing the first nipple, I switched my torture to her other one.
“Do you like that, princess? Are you warming up?” I asked before diving back to my task of sucking and biting, making sure that it was warmed up. I felt her shiver and moan.
“I’m happy with this, yes. I’m warming up, but my legs are still so cold,” she teased, spreading them open.
“Should we move over to our nest? We can warm each other up,” I offered.
“I think that is a great idea.” She moaned, walking backward to the loveseat. As she climbed into our nest, I grabbed what was left of the whiskey, and we cuddled in our little pit of happiness.
“You know, if we do anything tonight, there’s no going back,” I said after taking a deep breath.
“I know, but how do we move past this with me as head of your HR? Wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest?” she asked, concerned.
“I don’t know. Right now, I don’t care. We can keep it between us for a while. I’d rather deal with work than your brother. He won’t like any of this.” I looked into her beautiful eyes. It was still hard to believe that she and Braxton were related.
“Braxton will get over it. If he sees that I'm happy, there won’t be any issues. Plus, you’ve practically known me my entire life. There shouldn’t be any problem. Plus side? We don’t have to worry about meeting the parents or anything like that. We already know each other, and our parents know each other. That part is easy. It’s almost like an arranged marriage without the arrangement part. We’re destined or something…” she rambled on.
“Whoa, princess, it’s too soon to talk about marriage. We’re only now discovering our attraction to each other while trapped in the office, slowly freezing to death, and doing whatever’s necessary to stay warm,” I quickly interjected, making sure she understood this wasn’t anything serious, and it never would be.
“I know; I was only kidding. But, you are the one guy I’d expect to be married. I told you that already, though.” She laughed, her cheeks turning red, her gaze dropping to the floor.
“I didn’t realize it would be so cold in here.” I quickly changed the subject.
“I know, my legs feel like they’re turning into little freeze pops.” She moved to lay her chilly legs over mine.
“Damn girl, they are cold. What are we going to do about this?” I rubbed her legs, creating some friction to warm her, and pulled her, so she was on top of me.
“I’m not sure, but I think this is working.” She stared into my eyes, and I could feel the heat of her center against me.
“This is working. I feel the warmth rushing through both of us. Move down a little.” I pulled her down to my lap, my cock ready and waiting to pounce. The wetness on her panties was already soaking into my boxers.
“You’re so wet, baby. I can feel you soaking me. We’re going to get hypothermia if we keep going like this.” She looked at me concerned.
“Shit, well, we can’t let that happen, can we?” she asked, looking down at our laps. “I should take them off; we should ensure all wet clothes are removed.” She shifted off of my lap and removed her panties while I pushed off my boxers. We were both officially naked in my office.
Thank heavens the cameras were off right now!
“Climb back onto me, baby. We are igniting our fires and ready to make this something more.” I guided her on top, her wetness now resting on my cock. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, gyrating her as she squirmed against me.
“Ethan, is this right? Are we going to do this for real?” she quietly asked, a little hesitant and concerned, but it didn’t stop her from grinding against me.
“It’s whatever you want, baby. We are preserving body heat and energy. I think this is a great way to keep warm,” I offered, moving her, so she was below me.
“Okay. I’m okay. Let’s do this,” she said, blasé as if it wasn’t what she wanted, almost hesitant.
“Is this what you want, Lily? Don’t lie to me.” I looked into her eyes and demanded the truth.
“I do. I want to keep us alive. Whatever the cost. We just can’t let anyone find out about this until we are sure what this is.”
“I don’t want this to be out of guilt, but I want you. I love how warm you feel on top of me, and I want to be inside you so bad,” I whispered in her ear.
“Please, take me now, Ethan. Before I change my mind.” She met my gaze, her eyes pleading.
“Yes, ma’am. Please let me make love to you. I’ll get you nice and ready for me,” I said before settling between her legs.
Opening her up and went straight to her clit, using my tongue to flutter soft circles around it before inserting a finger into her wetness.
With one finger inside, I worked my magic and watched her writhe in ecstasy. When she tried to pull away from me, I grabbed her legs and pulled her right back. “Don’t go anywhere, princess. The pleasure has just begun.”
“Ethan, it feels so good. I’ve never had an orgasm before, and I think you just gave me my first one.” With that, I turned her over so she lay on her back, positioned my cock at her entrance, and slowly pushed into her tight hole.
“Lily, you’re so tight, so wet. I’m not sure why or how you’ve stayed single all these years, but one thing is true. You are the queen of HR, the siren who owns my heart and, my god, if this were publicized, you’d be the one person I’d let bring me the drama.” I paused a minute, allowing her body to acclimate to my girth. I wasn’t sure if she had cut off all circulation to my brain with how tightly she was wrapped around my cock, but my brain and thoughts about her had done a complete one-eighty from before. I wasn’t sure how, since I’d always been adamant about never wanting anything serious; there was just something about her.
I wanted her. I had to have her. I’d make her mine.
One way or another. She would be mine.
Without lights, it was so dark in here that I had to guess with much of it. Lily pushed back against me, and that told me she was ready.
At first, I went slow and steady because I didn’t want to hurt her. “You’re so perfect, Lily. How could I not have realized how perfect you are?” I whispered into her ear.
“Ethan, you’re huge. Why is your cock so big? I never knew my first time would be with King Kong’s cousin?!”
“Your first time? King Kong’s cousin?” Are you serious right now?” I stopped, unable to hold back laughter.
“Yes, I am a virgin. Or was. Braxton threatened every guy who approached me with death if he ever saw them again. And now, you’re probably going to die. So, make sure your last time having sex is everything you ever dreamed of.” She laughed.
“Lily, being with you is worth living for. I’d fight every moment to get back inside of you. Being with you is worth dying for,” I confessed. I’d never been the cinnamon-roll type before, but I knew my teeth were filled with cavities, decaying from her sweetness.
“You’re going to make me cry, Ethan! How on earth did we get to this point?” She pushed back against me, letting me know she was ready for more.
“Are you sure I'm not hurting you?” I asked; if this was her first time, I wanted to go slow. Her being a virgin explained why she was so tight.
“I’m positive you’re not hurting me. It feels good. I just wish you would move a little faster. I feel like you’re holding back on me. They don't do this in porn videos. They fuck like little jackrabbits, and I know we’re both sober now, so fuck me, Ethan! FUCK ME!” she demanded.
So, I did. Twenty minutes later, she was confused, and I was spent. All of my boneless children were swimming and playing in her fallopian tubes, going up and down her uterine sides. I hoped they were having a grand ole time in there.
“I can’t believe it’s so cold here, but we are sweating!” She laughed, a big grin on her face.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control.” I skipped straight to my biggest fear. I did not want children. No beautiful, tight virgin would ever change that.
“No, I’m not on birth control. I don’t have sex, so I never needed it,” she replied, suddenly nervous.
“Because I just unleashed about fifty waves of boneless soldiers into your womb, and I’m pretty sure you’re probably pregnant now,” I answered honestly.
“Oh, shit. I don’t want kids, so we need a Plan B.”