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9. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

MIA

H is kiss was even better than in my dream.

With a huge grin on my face, I dash through all the floors of the club until the band calls it a night and the lights turn off.

Throughout this time, Ethan stayed in the back of my mind. I'm tired and my body aches, but the thought of literally making my dreams come true is too exhilarating to pass up.

I perform one last check as the cleaners finish and head out. Starting on the first floor and moving up to the terrace, I feel deeply disappointed because I can't find Ethan anywhere.

Exiting through the front door, I curse him under my breath for his cold feet.

Like brother, like brother.

But then, I hear a whistle and almost get whiplash turning around to look. It's Ethan, standing just outside the club by a parked red Lamborghini, rolling the keys around his index finger with an air of smugness that makes me want to slap him.

"Thought you were never coming!" he complains, opening the passenger door for me.

"I was actually looking for you," I say, pausing to admire the luxurious leather interior. "Is this car yours?"

He shrugs. "I have a newer model in the same color. This one is a rental."

"Like to ride in style, huh?" I scoff, getting into the car.

Ethan shuts my door and walks around to the driver's seat. It's nearly 2 AM, and the sky is a deep, inky black dotted with stars and the faint glow of the moon.

"This dashboard looks like a spaceship!" I comment nervously as he starts the car.

The engine roars like a powerful predator, and Ethan pulls away from the curb, maneuvering like a pro. "Is it anything like driving a Formula 1 car?" I ask, amused by his natural ease behind the wheel.

He smiles, pleased by my interest. "The Lambo has a race car pedigree, but it can't compare to a Formula 1," Ethan explains confidently. "Formula 1's are designed to cut through the air with the least resistance. They are much, much faster."

"I don't get the thrill of driving something so fast," I say.

Ethan shakes his head with a grin. "It's almost like a religious experience."

I roll my eyes. "Would you say it's like a sexual experience?" I lean into him and caress his inner thigh.

"Um…" He gives me a sideways glance and moves his hand from the gear shift to mine.

His calloused palm embraces my hand, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. He then guides my hand from his thigh to his bulge, leaving it there for me to explore.

The fabric of his jeans is thick and stiff, but I can feel him, firm and well-defined, warming up my anticipation.

Ethan doesn't look away from the road while I explore. He just divides his attention between the shift and my hand, encouraging me to squeeze tighter.

I'm about to reach for his fly when we arrive at the hotel. Ethan hands the keys to the valet, climbs out, and opens the door for me.

He guides me by the hand through the front doors to the elevator lobby. We say nothing, just kiss each other eagerly. Inside the elevator, I barely give him time to press the button to his floor before I start devouring him with my lips again.

We only stop when the elevator does. Even then, I have to prevent the door from closing again before we leave, skipping and giggling like children about to do something naughty.

The moment I enter his room, I know he's paying for it out of pocket. The place is huge, with three different areas, a massive bathroom with a city view, and the scent of fresh linen in the air.

But the only place Ethan seems interested in showing me is the bed, where he lowers me, just like in my dream.

The anticipation hums between us as I watch him kick off his shoes, his movements deliberate and confident. He peels away his shirt and pants, revealing a sculpted, irresistible body that makes my breath hitch.

As if teasing me, he leaves his boxers on.

I focus on his boxers. The volume inside is considerable, and when I lower the boxers and see his powerful erection, it sends a thrill through me. I can't resist and run my tongue along his shaft, feeling him harden under my touch. Ethan's low groan and the way his fingers grip my hair only heighten my desire.

I slowly undress, savoring each moment. I unfasten my shirt, letting each button fall open with a deliberate slowness. When I reach my pink bra, I guide his hand to the clasp and let him unfasten it. My breasts are free, and his touch ignites a moan from me as he lowers his mouth to them, his kisses warm and demanding.

I kick off my heels, slide out of my pants, and straddle him, still wearing my matching lace panties. My nails graze down his chiseled torso as I move against him, feeling the heat of his body beneath mine. His hands grip my waist, anchoring me as I grind against him.

Looking into his eyes, I realize this moment is far more intense than any dream. The warmth of his body and his solid mass between my legs are electrifyingly real.

Ethan's voice is a husky whisper. "There's a condom in my wallet. It's in my pants."

I lean over the edge of the bed, finding his pants and the leather wallet nestled in the pocket. My fingers tremble slightly as I open the wallet and retrieve the condom.

With a careful touch, I unwrap the condom and slide it onto him. Straddling him once more, I push my panties aside, anticipation coiling tightly within me.

As Ethan enters me, a soft, shaky moan escapes my lips. He fills me completely, and we begin to move together, our rhythm slow and deliberate. His hands on my waist ground me as I lean forward, my hands resting on his shoulders.

He shifts his hands to my back, pulling me closer, his mouth moving to my chest. I arch into him, my cries becoming more urgent as he takes one nipple into his mouth and massages the other with his fingers. Every touch, every movement sends shivers through me, the connection between us growing more intense.

"Get on all fours," he commands, his tone sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

I obey, lifting my hips, and he pulls down my panties with a swift motion. He presses against my entrance, and his thrusts are powerful and unrelenting. Each movement takes me closer to the edge, my cries becoming more fervent as he continues to drive into me.

The world blurs, time feels suspended as I climax, my voice breaking through with Ethan's name. "Ethan!"

He chuckles, his rhythm never faltering. He continues, driving me to another peak, his touch both tender and demanding. He leans over, kisses my back, and reaches beneath me to caress my nipples. We move together, our bodies perfectly attuned, until Ethan's pace quickens.

As he pushes deeply inside me, I cry out again, overwhelmed by the sensation. He lets out a primal grunt, and with a few final, measured strokes, he stays still, his breath coming in heavy bursts.

He leans down, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder and back of my neck, murmuring words of affection that send shivers down my spine.

Ethan shifts slightly, his hands sliding to my waist as he gently guides us into a spooning position. Our bodies fit together seamlessly and the sensation of him still inside me is comforting, grounding me in the moment.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer, and gently kisses the top of my head. His fingers trail lightly down my arm, sending tingles through my body. We lie there, savoring the intimacy, the world outside fading away.

When he pulls away from me, I hear his breath catch.

"Oh, shit!" Ethan exclaims.

"What's wrong?" I glance back.

"The condom broke," Ethan frowns, concern flickering across his face.

I sit up, my heart racing, but I try to stay calm. "I'm on birth control," I reassure him, despite the whirlwind of emotions.

I glance at my phone, realizing it's already four in the morning. "I should get some rest before work."

Despite Ethan's protests, I quietly dress. Before leaving, he pulls me close and kisses me gently. "I wish you'd stay," he murmurs, reluctance evident in his voice.

The words send a shiver through me, and I'm tempted to stay and wake up in his arms. However, I also want to avoid anyone witnessing me leaving his room.

"I want to," I admit softly, brushing a hand through his hair. "But it's better this way, before anyone sees us."

Back in my room, I collapse onto the bed. The lingering heat of Ethan's touch contrasts sharply with the cool sheets beneath me. Despite my exhaustion, I can't help but replay our intense moments together in my mind, a wave of exhilaration washing over me.

One thing is certain. I am glad I took Ethan up on his suggestion to be more open and not worry about taking things too seriously.

Yeah, that was definitely better than my dream.

I wake up to the sound of the alarm, exhausted but unable to wipe the smile off my face.

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