13. Ellie

13

Ellie

How is this happening right now?

He’s my boss.

He’s my ex.

I hate him.

Okay, so maybe I don’t hate him even though I really, really, really want to hate him.

Whyyyyyy am I this way?

Being back on the ice with him, skating as if we have no cares in the world like we used to do in high school and college has made me forget everything.

The jersey… talk about ripping my heart right out of my chest.

Damn him for knowing exactly how to take my walls down.

This is something straight out of a romance novel.

Dipped backward with his mouth on mine.

I can’t get away, nor do I want to.

The world seems to fade to the background as he holds me in this moment, the ice beneath our skates the only reality that exists. I feel a rush of conflicting emotions swirling within me—anger, longing, frustration, and an undeniable attraction to the man who holds me so effortlessly. I find myself melting into the kiss, forgetting all the reasons why I should resist.

I close my eyes and allow myself to be carried away by the sensation of his touch. In this fleeting moment, nothing else matters but the two of us.

The familiarity of his lips sends a wave of longing through me, a longing that I had tried so hard to bury deep within my heart.

As he pulls away slightly, our eyes meet and I see a glimmer of something I haven’t seen in years—vulnerability. It is a crack in the facade he had built up over the years that I had once known so well.

I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a finger to my lips. He pulls me up so that I’m upright on both of my skates and he pulls me back into him, kissing me hungrily once more.

This time when he pulls away he laces his fingers through mine and skates off the ice with me in tow. He helps me to a nearby bench, kneeling in front of me to take of my skates for me.

I’m in awe, not moving and just watching him quietly. When they’re off, he hands me my shoes before taking his own skates off. He puts his shoes back on, grabs both pairs of skates and leads me out of the rink and to his car.

I’m not going to lie, I was really hoping he wouldn’t stop kissing me.

This is for the best, Ellie, you cannot go down this road again.

He is off-limits.

We walk back out to his car, where he opens the door for me and helps me inside. The car is filled with silence as he drives me home.

Is he really going to kiss me like that and then drop me off?

Rude.

When we pull up to my driveway, I reach for the door handle slowly.

Kiss me again you idiot!

He shuts off the car and gets out just as I open my door and climb out. He’s there immediately, linking our hands together as he walks me to the front porch.

Such a gentleman.

Why is he being so damn sweet?

As I unlock the door, he leans forward and cups my cheek in his hand and places a soft kiss on my lips.

When we pull apart I open the door and tug him inside with me. As soon as the door closes behind us, he spins me around and pins me against the door. His hand goes to my throat as he kisses me passionately.

Every rational thought in my mind is drowned out by the overwhelming desire I feel for him.

He continues kissing me as he pulls me away from the door and leads me to the couch. He lays me down at the same time he drops to his knees in front of me.

His hands tug at my skirt before bunching the material up and pushing it over my hips. He places himself in between my thighs, pushing them apart before moving downward to lick my clit softly.

I moan as his tongue darts at my sensitive spot.

I arch my back.

I grip the back of the couch tightly, my breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he breathes. “You taste so damn good.”

I close my eyes and let myself succumb to this moment, letting go of every single reason why I shouldn't be here.

His fingers graze my throbbing core as he teases me, driving me wild with need. My hands grip his shoulders as he continues to tease and tantalize me. I can feel the tension building within me, the fire he's igniting threatening to engulf me entirely.

Just as I think I can't take it anymore, he pulls away, leaving me panting and yearning for more. He stands up and considers me for a moment, his eyes dark with lust and longing.

He starts to undress himself as I lay there, watching and wanting more from him.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I’m only going to get hurt when he undoubtedly cheats on me. It’s just a matter of time.

He’s a billionaire athlete. He has all sorts of women throwing themselves at him.

He stands before me looking like a God with his sculpted abs and sinewy forearms. I sigh inwardly when he licks his lips and moves toward me again. He makes his way up my body, expertly removing my dress as he does. His mouth leaves a trail on all the bare skin he can find, worshiping me as goes.

He’s hovering over me as he kisses me again, at the same time his thick cock slides easily inside me.

I gasp and moan at the same time.

His kiss deepens as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and controlled at first but quickly picking up pace until our bodies are locked together in a frenzy.

"Oh, god," I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

His eyes meet mine as he pulls out and then slides back in, his breath ragged and his lips still on mine.

This is not a good idea.

But the primal desire consuming me has rendered me incapable of thinking rationally.

He continues to move inside me, his hips pounding against my eager body as my nails dig deeper into his skin.

He reaches down and pinches at my sensitive nipple, making me moan in pleasure.

His hand moves further down to tease my clit, making me writhe underneath him in need.

I’m about to lose control completely.

My heart is pounding and my breath is erratic, the intensity of the moment overwhelming my senses.

He begins to thrust harder, his hips slamming into me, our bodies making a perfect connection.

I can feel myself closing in on the edge, my orgasm building up like a tidal wave.

Just as I'm about to fall over the edge, he pulls out and flips me onto my hands and knees. He positions himself behind me and plunges back inside, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I cry out in ecstasy as he hits just the right spot, making me shudder and tremble in his grip.

"Fuck me harder," I beg, my voice ragged with desire.

He complies, his thrusts becoming more forceful. His hands grip my hips tighter, pulling me back against him as he pounds into me.

My orgasm builds and builds, a symphony of pleasure that’s about to reach its crescendo. I feel every inch of him as he fills me, the pressure building inside me until I can't take it any longer.

I scream out, my body convulsing as I climax around him. My hands grip the couch for dear life, my body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure.

He lets out a primal growl, his hands tightening on my hips as he feels me clenching around him. His own orgasm surges through him, and he releases deep inside me, his body shaking with the force of his release.

We lay there for a moment, panting and sweating, our bodies still connected. After a few moments, he slowly withdraws from me and helps me up, wrapping me in his arms.

"That was... intense," I manage to say, my voice still shaky.

He smiles down at me, a satisfied look on his face. "I know, baby. But worth it, don't you think?"

I can't help but smile back at him. "Definitely."

I really screwed this up.

I wasn’t supposed to fall head over heels back in love with this man, but here we are.

I feel so safe right here in his arms.

He kisses the top of my forehead before he leads me into my bedroom. He pulls the sheets back and the two of us climb in.

What are you doing Ellie?

He pulls me into him, holding me tightly as he kisses the top of my hair. I melt into him, tears filling my eyes.

I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed him so much.

“I understand if you don’t trust me, El, but I want to do everything in my power to change that. Can we please try again?”

I can’t very well tell this man no after I’ve already slept with him twice, can I?

So much for being an independent, strong, badass woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone.

This man cheated on you and how quickly you forgot that after he spoke to your heart and memories.

What a pickle you’ve dropped yourself into Ellie.

But, damn if that wasn’t the most mind-blowing sex of my life.

Gramps had been the only person who knew I wanted to travel the world after college, but I had been so scared of disappointing everyone around me in doing so. He was constantly telling me to stop fearing what others thought or being afraid to fail. He told me that I needed to change my mindset to “But what if it all works out even better than I imagined.”

When he passed away I made a silent vow to live my life with those words as my motto. It’s why I traveled the world and have lived such an amazing life thus far.

It’s time that I take that advice when it comes to Ethan too.

Here goes nothing.