Chapter 31
Bonnie
I have a big problem.
Pretending not to be screwing my boss is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I got promoted to an associate within three months of starting here, and already, there are talks among the managing partners that I might make junior partner before the end of my first year at Acercraft.
The last ingredient I want to add to the mix is dating the CEO. I’ll be sure to lose my reputation and credibility if word gets out.
After the night of the hotel’s grand opening when he asked me to be his girlfriend, he refused to fuck me until I agreed that he was my boyfriend. He got me off in other ways, he just wouldn’t budge with sex.
I argued until I was blue in the face that he was twisting my arm, and the jerk told me to take it up with management if I had an issue with the way he ran his body.
I caved within a few days, announcing that I was doing it only for the sex. He didn’t care.
How we went through the day without seeing each other all those months ago is now suddenly beyond me. Team meetings have become quite interesting because we agreed to carry on like we were before, acting like we can’t stand each other.
I'll find reasons to work on his computer, at which time he'll conveniently send Will away from his desk. We don't always have sex. Sometimes, I just want to bitch about something. Or I want a foot rub. Or I just want to spend a few minutes locking lips with him. Sometimes, I just want to suck him off.
And to my utmost surprise, more often than I can count, he actually wants to train me.
During those times, he’s dead serious and won’t tolerate the slightest distraction or bit of inattention from me.
Geez, he’s so fucking tightassed sometimes, but the amount of things I’ve learned is mind-boggling.
Ethan has been training me beyond the scope of my job. He’s teaching me complex things about cyber-security, encryption and hacking, which should be Jordan’s specialty. But respectfully, from what I’ve seen, I don’t think even Jordan has the foggiest clue about what Ethan and I are doing.
It doesn’t take an astrophysicist’s brain to know it’s got nothing to do with Acercraft. And since I’m not allowed to freelance, I suspect that there might be another motive for his actions, though I don’t know what it is.
My boyfriend can be weird sometimes, but transferring knowledge to his girlfriend isn’t something that gets him off.
I got the job in Vancouver, but I was given two months to accept the offer, which is now a couple of weeks away. I didn’t tell Ethan I got the job, but I suspect he knows.
Ethan just knows things. Or it might be that Jordan has blabbed to him. As my primary overseer, they must have contacted him for an official recommendation by now.
Grant is coming in from Vegas today, and they’re having a family dinner, to which Ethan’s invited me to meet his family. So, instead of the usual 10 or 11 p.m., he’s leaving earlier. He let Will go home early, too, because I was coming to see him before leaving for dinner together.
At the moment, we’re in his darkened office, and I’m on the couch, tapping away on my laptop.
“How’s that going, baby?” he asks about the firewall he asked me to break through. It’s impossible to break, but he insists there’s a weak spot. My eyes are beginning to cross.
“I haven’t found a way so far. I feel like you’re training me for something special here.”
“I did once ask you if you wanted to get trained.” He answers cryptically, and I know he won't say more.
“On the condition that I be quiet… what was it about my tongue again?”
"I absolutely take that back, your tongue has now been given full access to do whatever it wants to me."
I laugh "I love the sound of that babe. Speaking of access, Will was such an excellent cockblocker between Zeus and Ms. Russo, do you think he suspects anything now?”
Ethan likes the nickname Zeus so much better than Harvard, but I’ve said that calling him Zeus while he’s inside me is where I draw the line.
“Considering the amount of unkempt trash he’s suddenly having to deal with," he replies without looking up, “it’s likely.”
I regularly have lunch, work, snack, and pretty much exist for a long time in his office, and like a normal person, I’m bound to generate some garbage.
Ethan generates garbage too, only not in a normal way. He flattens every cardboard box, folds papers and tissues into neat squares, and anything else that can't be folded goes into white calico drawstring sacs made for that reason. I love the fact that he'll let me, and even insist on me doing what I want to him and around him.
“Plus, he’s my personal assistant, babe. He’s paid to notice certain things and keep his mouth shut. I just send him away so I’m not rubbing it in his face and making it too much of a temptation to not be professional about my proclivities. And, he’s stopped looking at you like a hungry puppy. So odds are, he knows but won’t say anything.”
“Well, then, I suppose I can stop worrying about him and start blushing when I see him.”
Ethan laughs. “I don't want you blushing for anyone except me. God, I love that color on you,”he muses.
I only shake my head in amusement. “What if Jordan knows? Or Mike?”
He stops typing and swings his chair around. “Do you want them to know?”
“No!”
He shrugs. “But us telling them before they find out controls the narrative.”
I am so worried about a scandal and my reputation. “Ethan, do you know how many promotions and perks I’ve had in the past six months? I bet some people already think I’m fucking my way to the top.”
“You are, in fact, on your way to the top. The fucking is just a bonus.”
I gasp. “Ethan!”
He finally becomes more serious. “I know what you mean, love. Do you want me to handle it?”
“How?”
“That’s the thing, you either give up control, or you don't. Trust me, I know how scary it is to not be in control.”
“Says the control freak.” I snort.
He suddenly rises and walks to the wall's far side, hitting the lights.
The room is suddenly bathed in light, and even I have to squint.
Then, he walks back to the table, confidently, I might add, not weaving around like a bat in daylight, and picks up a memo and starts to read.
“Are you kidding me?” I screech. “You can see in this light!”
“A little, yes,” he answers.
“No! You’re wearing contacts!”
He shakes his head.
I go to him and sit on the edge of his desk so I can lean into his face. “Did you um—” I begin,
“Man up and get the procedure done? Yes, I did. On that trip to Germany.”
That was two weeks ago. “Ethan! That's fantastic! How come I didn’t notice anything?”
“Well, I returned with two bloodshot eyes and a plaster on my hip, but I guess you weren’t paying attention to those parts of me.”
He’d gone away for four days, only a couple of weeks after we started seeing each other. I had missed him so much that I was only focused on getting reacquainted with other parts of his anatomy.
“Hey! In my defense, it’s always dark around you. But how long have you been able to see this much?”
“It gets slightly better every day, and I wouldn’t push things too soon by getting rid of the glasses.”
“Yes, that's true, you’ll need to rest your eyes. But hey, really, that’s awesome.” I run my fingers through his thick hair, giving him a scalp rub, and he leans into the caress.
“Was it hard, though? Going through with the procedure?” I ask.
“One of the hardest things I’ve done. But I was determined to do it when you told me about your childhood. Our past traumas can make a dent but shouldn’t shape our future, Bonnie.”
I know he’s talking about me getting therapy, something I’ve been dragging my feet on. “Oookay, I’ll think about it.”
I slip my hands from his hair and drop them to his desk. My now oily hands. I note the way his eyes are drawn to my hands like beacons and the ever-so-slight flaring of his nostrils. I don’t even think he realizes that he’s doing it, bless him. He continues talking, “That’s what you said the first thirty-thousand times.”
“Well, maybe you ought to space out the requests by thirty-thousand seconds instead of two seconds, Havard.” I slip off the desk and return to the couch. “Still okay with the lights?”
“Yeah, let’s give it twenty minutes, shall we?”
He’s reached out to grab some hand wipes and is already wiping away the smudges. I want to laugh out loud.
You’re so fucking dented, babe, you might as well be a frisbee. I resort to trying something I find always works with him.
I start undressing.
He stops wiping. “Bonnie?”
“I can’t wait anymore.”
His eyebrows flick up in surprise. “It’s only—” He checks his Rolex. “Fifteen more minutes tops, then I’ll be done here.”
“And then, a fifty-minute drive to Greenwich, then into a long dinner, and conversation, possibly a game of charades, then…”
“Actually, it’s more likely to be rounds of scrabble,” he interrupts.
“There you go, another never-ending game. Babe, I’d be so horny that I’d be reduced to whines and moans by the end of the night, unable to string sentences together beyond the word ‘Zeus.’”
He laughs. “Drama queen.” His laughter dies when I reach under my skirt and drag my damp panties off, dropping them into his lap. He grabs them and inhales deeply, exhaling on a groan.
Yep. He’s a goner. “So, do you have something against me taking the edge off before we leave?”
“Absolutely not. Now that you mention it, it sounds like a fantastic idea.”
“Then, Mr. Hawthorne, I’d like to come… all over your shiny, glossy desk.”
He looks at the wipe still clutched in his one fist, then holds it out with his thumb and forefinger, letting it float to the floor. He stands, pockets my panties, then moves his chair away, making room in front of him.
He gestures for me to get comfortable. “Your desk, Ms. Russo.”
I get myself into position, lying in the middle of his desk and I spread my bent legs wide before him while he fists on a condom.
“Good girl. Look at that gorgeous, wet pussy,” he praises, and I get wetter.
He kisses his way down my body until finally buries his face between my thighs. Within minutes, I’m moaning too loudly and begging for more. Already feeling my juices slipping between my ass cheeks onto the desk, the thought of desecrating his precious desk drives me mad with lust.
“Ethan, I want you now.”
“As you command.” He puts my shaking legs around his hips, dragging me flush against him. He puts a hand around my jaw to hold me down, then lines up his hard cock, dragging it against my core. He slams forward, hard, burying himself to the hilt and wrenching a hoarse cry out of me. He sets a punishing, hard and fast rhythm, bottoming out in me, then withdrawing almost completely.
He’s so big that he stretches me to my limit, repeatedly hitting that spot that sends ripples and shocks of pleasure to my brain.
“Ethan, oh, Ethan, just like that. Don’t stop,” I’m yelling with abandon—
“I’ll be God fucking damned! What the hell?”
Ethan freezes.
It takes my addled brain a couple of seconds to work out that the voice is coming from the doorway. Inside the office!
My breath seizes in alarm.
We forgot to lock the door! Someone’s walked in on us!
I try to scramble away, but I’m fully impaled on Ethan’s cock, and his hand at my throat holds me secure.Ethan is looking at whoever it is with an air of amused defiance.
Why isn’t he moving? Who is it?
I tilt back my glazed eyes, and although he’s upside down, I can see that it’s Jordan standing there with his mouth open and shock reverberating through his features.
Oh, God. I want to melt into a puddle of mortification.
“What—? Is that… Do you— Bonnie ?” Jordan’s voice is wheezy, like he's choking on something.
“Pick up your jaw and get the fuck out, Jordan,” Ethan barks sharply in a menacing and commanding tone that apparently my pussy likes so much that it clenches hard around his steel cock. Taking that as a cue to continue, Ethan resumes the punishing rhythm, even before his friend has cleared the room.
And then, I can’t think anymore because he’s sped up the rhythm. I’m about to open my mouth to warn him about the door, but it comes out in a moan. “Ethan, oh, my God, the door.” I lose my words in a maelstrom of sensation as my orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks.
He thrusts a few more times, then the rhythm gets jerky as he follows me over the edge, groaning loudly.
I’m still twitching like mad around his thick girth, but the enormity of what happened is already dawning on me
“Ethan. Jordan! Jordan saw us! Oh, God.”
“It’s fine,” Ethan says nonchalantly.
“Fine! We left the door open, someone else could come in. Ethan, get up.”
“Shh. There’s no rush. Take your time, baby, and let me feel you coming on my cock. We’re safer than when we started. Jordan is behind that door. No one else is coming through.”
When he’s good and ready, he pulls out of me, gives me a lingering kiss, then goes to the toilet to take care of the condom.
“How do you know?” I call out.
“Know what?”
“That he’s behind that door. That no one will come in?”
“Shoe has been on the other foot a few hundred times.”
I understand he means that he’s walked in on Jordan and Sabrina. Does that mean that’s what they do for each other? Like Jordan has also walked in on Ethan and someone else?
It’s impossible.
I know for a fact that Ethan has never even contemplated doing this before, which now makes me aware of my butt currently sitting in a small puddle.
Ethan’s so going to love this . I bite my lip.
He comes back with a damp washcloth, which he hands to me. I’m a bit reluctant to get up, my earlier concern about being caught now laid to rest.
“Ethan, babe, don't freak out, okay?”
“You would love that, wouldn’t you? Me pacing about, holding my head and murmuring to myself at the sight of your sweet juices smeared everywhere,” he says.
“Well, I’ll admit it’ll be a sight for the books,” I agree.
“Get off that desk, brat, you’ve achieved what you wanted. I’ll never be able to look at my desk without thinking about you.”
I get dressed, sans panties, while Ethan presses on the intercom. “All clear.”
“Already! It’s only been thirty-two point five seconds,” Jordan shouts.
“Fuck off, Jordan.”
We hear his rumbling laughter fade as he leaves.