slowly around his desk. He was tall and strong and made his way toward me. I took a step back for each of his steps forward. We were dancing now, but soon I was up against a wall, and he was less than a foot away.
“Is that so? Well I mind, Mrs. Banks. I am not running a business so people can hook up at board meetings. It was very unprofessional of you and I’m disappointed in your behavior.”
“I’m sorry,” I pleaded, and before I could stop myself I blurted out, “I thought he was you.”
That seemed to slow him down. He huffed and looked to his side, gazing out the window. I followed his line of sight and noticed for the first time since I entered his office the skyline outside. The glass ran from floor to ceiling and the sun reflected on all sides of the city. Each skyscraper was a variation of blues and greens against a sky that was almost purple by comparison. My heart palpitated and I forgot where I was.
I was jolted from my trance by a pair of strong hands lifting my wrists above my head and against the wall, and a pair of silver pools, drained of their emerald sparkle, staring into me.
“ You ,” was all I could say. I would have recognized those eyes anywhere. Standing there with my hands tied, chest pushed out, I could feel his body heat swimming over me, and my skin was electrified at his touch.
He didn’t respond, but moved his mouth into mine and let it linger softly. I barely felt him and yet was consumed by his intensity.
My head was spinning. Was this really him? Was this our bull? I found myself repeating his name over and over in my head now that I finally knew it. Ethan Sloane.
His lips pushed in harder, sending a shock through my jaw and prying my mouth open. I felt his kiss like an arrow through the back of my head pinning me to the wall. He didn’t need to restrain me, I wasn’t going anywhere.
With one hand holding my two wrists, he used the other to tear my blouse open, exposing my lifted breasts in their black push-up. He buried his head in the nape of my neck, and left a trail of hot kisses from my ear to my shoulder. I could hear him smelling my hair and I tilted my head to catch the essence of his. His thick black head harbored a woodsy scent, with a hint of strange spices, and I thought I could almost swim in it.
My skin tinged red under his touch and lips. My body temperature was rising. My breath escaped in rapid panting as his mouth neared my chest. He alternated between tender kissing and soft bites of flesh. My nipples rose beneath my bra and were almost strong enough to lift it from my skin.
I fell in love with the way he kissed me. When he was smooth I thought of Jared, and when he was rough I crashed back into my reality with Ethan. I was fucking both of them separately and simultaneously and it was intoxicating.
This is what I want, I thought. I need them both, one in mind while the other was in my hands.
I felt my bottom lip part from the upper to free a low moan from my throat which was finally opening. Ethan had removed the cups of my bra and had his lips surrounding my nipples. My body was on fire from his electric kissing and I shifted in his grasp as my knees grew weak and my pussy dripped.
All I could think of now was how glad I was that I wore a skirt. Ethan’s hand was on my waist and when he sensed I wouldn’t run, he lowered the other to my thigh, travelling slowly from my knee to the hem of fabric hiding the rest.
I felt him pause and place his whole palm on the top of my leg, gripping it tightly. He was communicating to me. He wanted inside. He needed me.
He pulled his lips from my chest and moved a hand to my throat, pinning me again. My head was locked in his direction, and his eyes split me open while his hand split my thighs. Fingers rummaged through layers of fabric in search of his gold mine.
“Is that so? Well I mind, Mrs. Banks. I am not running a business so people can hook up at board meetings. It was very unprofessional of you and I’m disappointed in your behavior.”
“I’m sorry,” I pleaded, and before I could stop myself I blurted out, “I thought he was you.”
That seemed to slow him down. He huffed and looked to his side, gazing out the window. I followed his line of sight and noticed for the first time since I entered his office the skyline outside. The glass ran from floor to ceiling and the sun reflected on all sides of the city. Each skyscraper was a variation of blues and greens against a sky that was almost purple by comparison. My heart palpitated and I forgot where I was.
I was jolted from my trance by a pair of strong hands lifting my wrists above my head and against the wall, and a pair of silver pools, drained of their emerald sparkle, staring into me.
“ You ,” was all I could say. I would have recognized those eyes anywhere. Standing there with my hands tied, chest pushed out, I could feel his body heat swimming over me, and my skin was electrified at his touch.
He didn’t respond, but moved his mouth into mine and let it linger softly. I barely felt him and yet was consumed by his intensity.
My head was spinning. Was this really him? Was this our bull? I found myself repeating his name over and over in my head now that I finally knew it. Ethan Sloane.
His lips pushed in harder, sending a shock through my jaw and prying my mouth open. I felt his kiss like an arrow through the back of my head pinning me to the wall. He didn’t need to restrain me, I wasn’t going anywhere.
With one hand holding my two wrists, he used the other to tear my blouse open, exposing my lifted breasts in their black push-up. He buried his head in the nape of my neck, and left a trail of hot kisses from my ear to my shoulder. I could hear him smelling my hair and I tilted my head to catch the essence of his. His thick black head harbored a woodsy scent, with a hint of strange spices, and I thought I could almost swim in it.
My skin tinged red under his touch and lips. My body temperature was rising. My breath escaped in rapid panting as his mouth neared my chest. He alternated between tender kissing and soft bites of flesh. My nipples rose beneath my bra and were almost strong enough to lift it from my skin.
I fell in love with the way he kissed me. When he was smooth I thought of Jared, and when he was rough I crashed back into my reality with Ethan. I was fucking both of them separately and simultaneously and it was intoxicating.
This is what I want, I thought. I need them both, one in mind while the other was in my hands.
I felt my bottom lip part from the upper to free a low moan from my throat which was finally opening. Ethan had removed the cups of my bra and had his lips surrounding my nipples. My body was on fire from his electric kissing and I shifted in his grasp as my knees grew weak and my pussy dripped.
All I could think of now was how glad I was that I wore a skirt. Ethan’s hand was on my waist and when he sensed I wouldn’t run, he lowered the other to my thigh, travelling slowly from my knee to the hem of fabric hiding the rest.
I felt him pause and place his whole palm on the top of my leg, gripping it tightly. He was communicating to me. He wanted inside. He needed me.
He pulled his lips from my chest and moved a hand to my throat, pinning me again. My head was locked in his direction, and his eyes split me open while his hand split my thighs. Fingers rummaged through layers of fabric in search of his gold mine.
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