Pleasing the Boss

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Chapter 83

After dinner, Ethan and Drew sit in the living room to finish talking. I haven’t engaged in the conversation much since it would require them to pause in their conversation in order for me to comment. They’ve seriously just been talking nonstop. I don’t mind though. I’ve never seen Ethan so enthused to talk to anyone other than me. They talk about everything under the moon. The company, the law firm, Drew’s kids, and they even briefly talk about my mom. I make sure that I listen hard during that part. From what I heard, he really likes her which is good.

When I’m done clearing the table and putting the dishes into the washer, I lean against the counter with a glass of wine and just watch them talk. It strikes me as so odd that they look so much alike even though Drew isn’t blood. I just figure that ones you’re around everyone for so long, you begin to look a little alike.

It begins to get pretty late and after two glasses of wine and an interesting day, I’m more than ready for bed. With the guys still going in on their conversation, I politely excuse myself to go get ready for bed.

In the room, I go to the bathroom and strip, getting into the shower. For some reason, the water feels more relaxing than usual and I don’t know why. Some showers are simply better than others. Once I’m out, I dry my hair and pull on one of Ethan’s college t-shirt and a pair of his boxers before falling into bed with a book. Only a few pages get read before I completely fall asleep. Some time passes, and, in my sleep, I hear Ethan come into the room and close the door. Sleepily, I roll over and open my eyes.

“What time is it?”

“Almost 11. Go back to sleep, baby. I’m gonna go jump in the shower.” Ethan comes over to the bed and kisses my forehead before walking off.

Falling back to sleep, I’m again awoken sometime later, but not from Ethan walking in. I’m woken by him pulling the boxer shorts off my body. I stir a bit and groan, wanting to object until I realize what he’s doing. Ethan separates my legs and suddenly, I feel his tongue dive into my folds. Moaning, softly, I run my fingers through his hair, gripping a bit as his tongue swirls around my bud of nerves. I feel myself become wetter and a damp spot develops under my butt.

Ethan continues to eat me out and when I come, he doesn’t stop. I’m jerking and squirming, but he continues holding my thighs open as he devours me whole. The sound of yelling out fills the room and finally after the 3rd or 4th time getting off, he finally comes up for air.

When he’s hovering over me, I kiss him hard, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I’m definitely not complaining about it. I live for the spontaneous sex we have. With him on top of me, I reach down between him and move his towel out of the way before gripping his hardened manhood. I position him at my opening and Ethan thrusts forward, entering me. He moves slowly at first, teasing me and pushing me to the edge of sanity. I feel every inch of his length moving inside of me, my walls clenching him for dear life.

His rid becomes slick with my juices and that when he decides to fuck the life out of me and I love every bit of it. Each thrust his painfully wonderful. My nails drag up and down his back as my walls begin to forcefully contract, sending me into a mind-blowing orgasm. Ethan immediately follows my lead, getting off inside of me.

Ethan collapses onto the bed, breathing hard as I just lie there, trying to blink away the stars I’m seeing in my eyes.

“Holy shit.” I whisper, moving a piece of hair out of my face.

I roll off the bed and stumble into the bathroom to revive myself, peeing and wiping the excess fluids from my lower region. When I’m decent again, I fall into bed and Ethan is already under the covers, sleeping with his arm extended to the side as if he’s somehow waiting for me to snuggle against him. Cutting off the light, I climb into bed and do just that. I snuggle him and fall back to sleep.

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of one of our phones vibrating uncontrollably. I try to ignore it, but the soft rattling on the nightstand is continuous. Rolling over, I slap my hand over the phone and pick it up. My eyes slowly open and I realize it’s Ethan’s phone that I have and it’s blowing up with texts. I try to blink the sleep away to read the messages, but it takes a moment. When I finally get the blur out of my eyes and see what all the fuss is about, I damn near get whiplash from sitting up so fast. They aren’t messages, they are new articles.

“Ethan, wake up!”

He groans softly, and I reach over, slapping his arm.

“Wake up!”

“Why?”

I start reading the headline of one of the articles.

“After the raid of a secret sex club, a breach in security reveals hundreds of member names.”

Ethan sits up just as fast and rips the phone from my hand. I reach back to the nightstand and grab my phone to text Anna. Panic sets in knowing that Ethan’s name might be one a list of members. This could totally ruin his own reputation and career. Quickly, I text Anna and she replies in lightning speed, telling me that the list of names is in the morning newspaper, but she hasn’t seen it yet.

Jumping from the bed, I sprint to the front door and swing it open. At my feet is the morning paper. I snatch it up and run back to the room, flopping on the bed. The club is front page. Dear God, this is bad. Clumsily, I flip through the pages until I land on a whole page of names.

Leaning closely to the paper, I begin scanning over the names. Hoping and praying that his name isn’t on there. I think I’m in the clear when I get to the last row when suddenly, my finger stops moving.

“What? Am I on it?”

I slowly shake my head and tears come to my eyes.

“No, but I am. My names on here, Ethan.”

Ethan takes the paper and looks at it as if I’ve made some mistake, but when he sees my name, he just sighs. He finishes reading the rest of the names and sets the paper down.

I don’t know what do think, but tears start coming down my face.

“What does this mean, Ethan?” I ask.

“I don’t know, but I think you should stay home today. I’ll handle it.”

He pulls me close and I just rest against him, feeling my stomach in knots and my heart in my throat. I’ve worked hard to get on my feet and now all of that is in jeopardy. I don’t know what everyone will think when they see me. What will my mother think? What will people at work think? I won’t be able to walk out of the door without feeling like everyone knows who I am. I know this is nothing to be ashamed of so why do I feel so incredibly guilty of something? I didn’t feel this way every night I went, so why now?

Just when I thought everything was hectic enough for the moment, my phone vibrates and it’s my mother texting me.

Thea, what the hell is going on?!

I really don’t think she wants to know.

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