Business as Usual by E. Hughes Page B

elbows. He gazed down at my face, “Why is
that?”
    “I was intoxicated.”
    “Ah-huh…”
    I pushed against his chest. But the gesture was
so faint, so half-hearted he barely moved. He groaned, and rubbed his aroused
manhood against my opening, sending spasms of pleasure through my entire body.
    “And now?”
     
    I
closed my eyes, unable to meet his passionate gaze as I fished for a reply. How
could I be so foolish? Had Ethan known all along what I had been too
ashamed to admit? I folded like a lawn chair that night because I wanted him to
make love to me. An immutable inextinguishable passion had been ignited between
us the moment I entered that conference room and caught him staring at my legs.
     
    He
groaned as he planted a possessive trail of kisses on my face as he wedged his
hand between our bodies, coaxing his fingers inside of me. I felt a ripple of
pleasure so intense I thought I was about to explode.
    “ N ǐ shi w ǒ -de…” he
whispered in my ear.
    I
understood the meaning perfectly.
    “You
are mine…” he’d stated, parting my lips just so with his tongue. In one powerful sweep my
legs were around his waist, my hips slowly rising to meet him. Then he dropped
a bombshell…
    “If we do this, the deal is off,” he said, his
voice a gravelly whisper.
    Eyes burning with fiery passion bore into
mine. 
    “What do you mean?” I asked, unsure of which
deal he was referring to. I didn’t care anymore… I just wanted to feel him
inside of me. Feel our bodies together as one. I brushed dark strands of hair
from his face, and kissed his lips.
    “I want a real marriage,” Ethan adamantly
declared.
    Was he serious? Or was there some other motive
in mind? Sex was one thing but why would Ethan want to be married to me? He was
just as much a victim of our fathers’ plotting as I was… or was he?
    “Did we have sex last night?”
    Ethan shrugged. “Kind
of…”          
    He hoisted himself onto his elbows and stared
down at my face again. My eyes pleaded to finish what we’d started. I continued
to stroke him to keep him hard.
    “There’s no such thing, Ethan. We either had
sex or we didn’t.”
    “You want to know the story?”
    “Would I ask if I didn’t?”
    “You really don’t remember?”
    He looked surprised.
    “Only bits and pieces,” I admitted.
    Ethan kissed the side of my neck and lips.
    “We were drunk when we came back to the hotel.
You wanted me to help you out of your wedding dress and I complied.”
    “Then what?”
    “You took your underwear off.”
    “I did not!” I cried, hot with anger.
    He shook his head in disagreement.
    “You did. Then you followed me to the living
room. I was lying on the couch when you came in and tried to have your way with
me,” he faked a look like he was hurt. “I feel so used…” he continued, a
devious look on his face. 
    I laughed in disbelief. “Will you please be
serious?”
    Ethan shook his head again.
    “I’m telling the truth. You kissed me. I
carried you back to the bedroom. There was some very delicious foreplay
involved, we proceeded to make love but you blacked out.”
    “ Proceeded to make love, but didn’t have
sex?”
    “I believe that’s what I said, ma’am.”
    “You sure?” I gave him a hesitant look.
    “Do I look like a drunken frat boy to you? You
passed out so I backed off and went to sleep. We were sloppy off our ass drunk
and completely stupid last night. You don’t really think I would take advantage
of you?”
    I rubbed my open palm against Ethan’s chest in
a soothing motion until the irritated expression on his face disappeared. He gazed
down at me with delicious brown eyes. I wanted to kiss him all over. 
    “I think that qualifies as sex even if we
stopped due to my blacking out,” I groaned.
    “I don’t consider what happened last night
making love to you and I’m ready to prove it.”
    He kissed me again, moist warm tongue
entangling mine.
    “So…”
    I trailed my index