22. Evie

twenty-two

I tossed in my bed, forcing myself to go back to sleep. Ah, what I’d give for just fifteen more minutes of sleep.

My roommate, Megan, used to say I was a different breed. She said I was the only female she knew who slept as much as I read and still passed exams. Yes, thank you. I know I”m smart.

But smartness aside, there was something odd about this morning. I was especially weak, and the bed wasn”t helping. I seemed to be melting even more under the soft mattress.

And the pillow, gosh. It felt so soft and hard at the same time.

Quite honestly it made me want to snuggle more into it. I did.

Still, with my eyes shut, I wrapped my arms around it, melting into it when it wrapped me back. Ah, bliss.

Wait. Why did my pillow—

I plunged my eyes open and was met with the most surprising… breathtaking sight: me, lying in my boss’ arms.

My breathing stopped, and as I stared at him, images of last night in his office replayed in my head. Fuck. I had sex with him. I had sex with Ethan Thorne.

Apart from the throbbing ache between my thighs and the pang of guilt that curled my stomach, I didn’t feel regret. Hell, I enjoyed every bit of it….

And I wanted to do it again.

As I traced the curve of his face with my eyes, all other thoughts slowly vanished at the ethereal sight of his masculinity. I could see everything from this proximity— with my head tilted a bit backward.

His long lashes, strong jaws, straight nose, plump, addictive lips. I narrowed my eyes when I spotted light freckles that trailed the bridge of his nose. This was new.

My fingers itched to trace them— the freckles. They itched to trail the sporadic pattern across the bridge of his nose. Fuck I wanted to trail every inch of his flawless skin.

I wanted to run my hands down his bare chest again… stroke his di—

My thoughts were cut short when his lashes slowly started to flutter. I froze, holding my breath, then his eyes opened.

I wouldn”t lie. It was a little awkward as our eyes held each other. I mean, it was bound to be awkward, waking up beside my haughty boss after losing my virginity to him.

But I also wouldn”t lie; he looked even more handsome with his eyes open. His messy hair added to the look, giving him the perfect balance of sexy and handsome.

The awkwardness in our stare slowly depreciated, just like the breath in my lungs. It started to become more intense… igniting the same fire I’d felt last night.

Wrong timing, Evie.

I suddenly felt the urge to say something. But what? I licked my lips, suddenly parched.

“I want water.” I blurted and cringed at how odd it sounded.

He seemed to find it amusing because the corner of his lips rose in a small smirk.

“Not the first thing I expect you to say after last night, but I’ll take it.”

I was still battling the husk of his morning voice when he gently pulled me to the space beside him and turned to the nightstand.

The covers fell a little below his body as he stretched, and I was left to stare at his sculpted ass. His brief clung to his buttocks, revealing a perfectly toned ass.

Then my eyes fell to the animalistic claws on his back.

Shit. I did that?

I swallowed and quickly brought my hand to my body. I was clothed with only a round-neck T-shirt that smelled just like him. No panties.

He turned to me, stretching a glass of water to me. I didn”t know why the action forced heat to my cheeks. Hiding my face in the glass, I gulped.

I could feel his hot stare on me, and for a moment, I thought I would soil water on his sheets. He finally cleared his throat.

“After… last night, you were tired, and I brought you here.”

My insides flutter. He retrieved the cup from me when I finished drinking, returning it to the nightstand.

His low voice sent hot shivers down my spine. “How are you?”

How was I?

I didn”t know. Great?

My eyes followed the motion of his muscles when he leaned on his elbow. “How do you feel?”

Heat crawled from my core to my neck when I realized what he was talking about. My pussy throbbed. I didn”t know if it was from the ache… or the memories.

“Great.” I felt the urge to lie to him.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze darkening as he growled. “I fucked you last night, and it was your first time. You”re not supposed to feel so great after.”

I swallowed thickly, the nerves in my body melting under the heat of his stare.

“Sore,” I croaked.

His eyes became impossibly dark. Desire pooled between my thighs. “Come here.”

His voice compelled my movement. I couldn”t disobey. I didn”t want to.

In a split second, I was barely inches from him. His hand circled my waist before the other slowly worked their way between my thighs. I dropped my head to his chest.

“Look at me,” he growled. I could sense a tone of anger in his voice. “Never lie to me.”

He cupped my sex, pinching my clit lightly. “Is that clear?”

I shivered as a certain need coursed through my body. “Yes,” I whimpered.

“Does this hurt?” He asked, rubbing my sex.

“No.”

“This?” His fingers pressed down with a bit more force.

I restrained my whimper. “No.”

He narrowed his eyes on me, repeating the same movement with more force than the last. “Hmmm.” I moaned. “It hurts.”

“How much?”

“It”s like a dull ache.”

He slipped his hand underneath my t-shirt, softly kneading when he reached my breast.

I couldn”t help the low moan that fell through my lips.

“How about now?”

His fingers continued to massage my sex. “Much better.” I felt my desire heighten with each stroke. Suddenly the ache in my pussy turned worse. But now, in this moment, only something else would satisfy the ache.

In a split second, his briefs disappeared, and thick length probed my entrance.

“You”re so ready for me,” he purred in my ear. I was more than ready.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, he slid in slowly. The movement didn”t hurt as much as the last time, only a bit. But as he continued to thrust, pleasure slowly crawled to my stomach.

I moaned, and he brought his lips down to capture mine.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned into my lips before flipping our position until he was above me.

With a hand behind my knees, he angled my leg. I stretched with a dull ache that soon disappeared at the realization of the position. Fuck. He hit a new sweet spot with each thrust.

It felt like I was experiencing it over again. I couldn”t help but dig my nails into his back. His balls slapped against my sex as he continued to thrust faster.

“Oh, right there!” I almost screamed when I felt his tip almost touching my lower abdomen. He was doing everything right.

In a flash, he pinned my hands above my head with a guttural growl. “Say my name.”

My mouth hung open, but my throat was clamped shut. I could feel the pleasure quenching my stomach.

“Ethan,” I moaned.

He leaned in again to plant a rough kiss on my lips. “Call me Daddy.”

Fuck. I was on a high as electricity zapped my being.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

Immediately, he pulled out to slam into me again. He swallowed my loud cries, and I felt my body start to shake.

“Cum for me,” he groaned in my ear. “I want to feel you cum on my dick.”

He returned his lips to mine. With a loud moan, I came. He continued his pace, and a few seconds later, he stiffened and quickly pulled out of me.

His hands fisted his dick, and he gave two desperate strokes before he came on my thighs.

“Fuck.” He groaned, falling beside me.

My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to find my breath. He pulled me closer and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“The marks on your back…” I trailed between deep breaths. “I”m sorry.”

“No need to be. It’s evidence that I fucked you right.”

I nodded as he tucked his face in the crook of my neck.

My heart paced wildly, but I didn”t want to think about anything except the sweet, wholesome high I was riding down from. Then it suddenly hit me.

“Shit. The meeting.”