Mending Heart

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Chapter 10 πŸ”₯


Glancing at my wrist watch, it was just past seven when I finally finished going through the set of financial statements Kate sent me. I could have easily taken them home with me but let's be honest, I would have let them sit in my bag untouched until Monday morning when I was back at work.

Weekends were for sleeping in, and bottomless mimosas.

Logging off the computer, I grabbed my purse and shut off the lights in my office. As I walked towards the elevator, it was dead silent except for the constant whirring of the air conditioner and a warm light illuminating into the dimly lit hallways from one of the executive offices.

Looks like I'm not the only one burning the midnight oil – or so to speak.

Curious to see who was still here this late on a Friday night, I took the long way to the elevator – ensuring I would pass by the open door and sneak a peek inside.

But you know what they say, curiosity kills the cat.

As I got closer and closer to the open door, the gold name plate hanging on the door became clear.

Ethan Thomas.

Ethan was hunched over his desk, with one hand rummaging through the mountain of paperwork scattered around, and the other holding the phone receiver. His once brown oak desk was now entirely covered in white, and it looked like a tornado had swiped through there.

He didn't see me stop in the doorway, and when it became clear that he wasn't going to look up any time soon, I cleared my throat – gaining his immediate attention.

"Let me call you back." He said to the person on the other line, hanging up and focusing his attention on me.

"McKenzie." His lips twitched. "What are you doing here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." I replied, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I know I said I wasn't going to wear heels ever agin, but that was a lie. I had on a pair of high waisted blue jeans with a gray tank top tucked in at the front , and a dark navy blazer that I paired with a pair of nude stilettos.

They say beauty hurts, and stilettos are a perfect example of why that saying is true. Plus, They make any outfit ten times sexier, and I was too stubborn to let that go for a pair of flats.

"Contrary to popular belief, this place doesn't run itself." Ethan rolled his eyes, standing up to his full height.

"Really?" I cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you just snap your fingers and the fairy godmother made it all happen."

"Sarcastic as always, McKenzie." He continued to hold my gaze.

"Annoying as ever, Ethan." I mimicked pushing myself off the doorframe and approaching his desk so that I could take a peek at all the papers. "Did a tornado pass through here?" I asked setting my purse down into the the chair in front of his desk, and picking up a random file scamming it.

The only problem is, it was in French and the six year of French I took in high school and college were certainly not paying off right now.

"Yes, it was called tornado McKenzie." He smirked. "Are you familiar?"

"Ha ha – very funny." I rolled my eyes, handing him back the papers.

"I'm going to Paris on Monday to open up the new office there, and there's some last minute paperwork I still have to file."

I nodded. "And you think you'll be done by the time you leave on Monday?" My eyes continued to scan the disorganized mess that is now his office.

"Why?" His dark green eyes sparked as his lips twitched in a small smile. "Are you offering to help?"

Good question – was I offering to help?

On one hand, I had absolutely nothing to do do when I got home except to binge watch whatever show I started last weekend.

Criminal Minds?

The Black List?

I don't even know anymore.

Then on the other hand, the last time I saw Ethan was when he dropped Zoey and I at my mom's house two weeks ago. I had been out of town for a couple of days, and our paths hadn't crossed since then.

Whether I care to admit it or not, I really enjoyed his company – and not just his naked company.

My divorce had been finalized a few days ago, and after going through two bottles of red wine with Megan, I felt a rush of freedom I haven't felt in a long time. But also, a hint of sadness and an immense amount of loneliness.

After the first bottle of wine, those feeling turned into tears and after the second – well, from what I remember, there was lots of cursing, laughing and karaoke.

"Yes."

......

Four hours later, and Ethan's office had once again began to resemble its old self.

While I spent the majority of the time sorting though the stack of physical paperwork and putting it back in he appropriate files, he was on the phone with god knows who, speaking in so many different languages I couldn't even keep up.

"Where do you want me to put the Alexander file?" I whispered as he continued to listen intently to the person on the other line and read whatever was on his computer screen. When he pointed to the file cabinet directly behind him, I lifted myself off the chair I was currently occupying and walked around his desk.

As I squeezed past him, I was all too aware of his eyes continuing to follow my every move and the close proximity we were in.

After closing the file cabinet, I took a step back without looking and underestimated the short distance in between Ethan's desk and the fie cabinet. His hand reached out to steady me before I tripped and made an even bigger fool of myself.

"Just send me what I asked for." He dismissed, hanging up the phone.

"Clumsy as always, Cupcake." He chuckled, trapping me in between him and his desk.

"I'm not clumsy." I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. "The desk was just in my way."

"I believe I haven't thanked you properly for staying to help me tonight." He stood up as his emerald green orbs continued to stare into mine, his tall figure towering over me.

There was something about the way he looked at me, that didn't allow me to look away. "With what, dinner and a movie?" I smirked.

I was only half joking.

"If that's what you'd like." His hands moved to my waist where he gently planted them.

"I'm more of a margaritas and tacos kinda girl." I shrugged, a smile threatening to make its way onto my face.

He leaned down and whispered, "That can be arranged." I shuddered at the feel of his hot breath tickling against my ear.

Just as he was about to take a step back, I reached for his already crooked black tie and pulled him back down towards me. "Or you could thank me now." I looked directly into his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes darkened with lust in an instant, as his hands griped my waist tightly. "You don't know hat you're asking for, Cupcake."

"What I'm asking for," I pushed myself off his desk, closing some of the height difference between us, as I continue to hold his gaze. "Is for you to bend me over this desk, and have your way with me."

I honestly couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, and by the looks of it, neither could he.

Ethan's smirk stretches as he bent down, closing the small distance between us. His lips latch onto mine hungrily, twirling his tongue around mine. I returnedhis kiss with the same eagerness, lifting my arms up and wrapping them around his neck.

I don't even realize that he had lifted me up so that I was sitting on his desk until I felt him tugging at the hem of my tank top. Briefly breaking apart so that he could lift my shirt, a deep groan escaped his lips as I teasingly bite and tugged on his bottom lip.

With shaky hands, I unbuttoned his shirt β€” and before I knew it, our discarded clothes lay scattered around.

Edging closer to the edge of the desk, I can feel Ethan's throbbing erection pressing against my thigh, and I have no doubt he can already feel how wet I was every time I arched my back in an attempt to get closer and closer to him.

His lips move way from mine as they begin exploring my neck, slowly moving down lower.

Expertly unhooking my bra with one hand, he began kissing my breasts, his tongue circling over my nipples. I have to fight the urge to scream out in pleasure as he bites down on my sensitive nub – hard.

"Ethan!" I gasp, no longer able to suppress my moans.

Sometimes, pain is pleasure.

A taunting smile curves against my skin as his teeth continue to lightly graze across my flesh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. The entire time, his right hand inched lower and lower towards my burning core.

Teasing my entrance with his fingers, I pleadingly looked up at him as he continued to graze my pussy over the lace material. "You're such a fucking tease!"

"Language, Cupcake." Ethan's eyes sparkled with mischief as he removed his fingers and lifted me up off the desk. Setting me on the ground, he spun me around so that my back was pressed against his bare chest before pushing me foreword so that I was bent over.

"Fuck. Off." I gritted out, turning my head so I could catch a glimpse of his reaction.

His lips twitch into an even wider smirk. "We both know that's the last thing you want right now." Latching onto the waistband of my panties, he begins to slowly pull them down my legs – tauntingly slow – before tossing them aside.

From where I am currently bent over, I have a clear view of the shutter covered bay windows and door – which was now closed, but more than likely unlocked.

Still, the likelihood of someone walking in and finding Ethan and I in this very compromising position wasn't impossible. However, there was something exciting about that, which made what we were doing that much more desirable.

Pulling me back against him, Ethan's lips once again manage to find mine. He lifted both of his hands, letting them gently rest on my breasts before his fingers pinched and toyed with each of my nipples, eliciting a loud moan from the back of my throat.

"Do you like that, Cupcake?" He huskily asks.

His hand snakes up to my throat and gently wraps around the base. My breath hitches in the back of my throat as he leans down and his hot breath fans across my cheek. "I asked you a question, Cupcake." His voice sends shivers down my spine.

I should probably be a little concerned at this point, or maybe even a little scared – but I'm insanely turned on by Ethan's actions.

This was a different type of pleasure I had never experienced before, and I loved it.

"Yes." I managed to croak out as he removed his hands and pushed me further down onto the desk.

"Yes, what?" He demands, his hardening bulge pressed firmly against my backside. I tried to grind against him in an attempt to gain some relief, but to my dismay, Ethan tightly grips my hips – holding me in place.

"Yes – I like it!" I moaned, giving into him. I felt him shift slightly behind me, and despite my best efforts to see what he was doing, he had me pinned down in a deadly tight grip. He once again grabbed my hips, this time lifting my ass up, as he positioned himself at my entrance.

Without warning, and in one fluid motion, he was inside of me. I choked on something halfway between a shriek and a moan as wave after wave of pleasure hit me like a hurricane.

"Oh god – yes!" I growled. "Fuck me Ethan!"

"Say it again." Ethan's voice drops down to a whisper, nestling himself into the crook of my neck as he continued to pull out and drive back in – painstakingly slow.

"Ethan, I – oh god – please fuck me!"

The rhythm of his hips picks up and his hands gripped my waist as I continued to trash under him – his thrusts sending shockwaves down my legs.

"Fuck."

"Don't stop. Please – don't stop."

The aching in between my legs was unbearable, and as he continued to deeply thrust, I felt the pressure in my core explode as I cried out. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"

Coming down from my high, I clutched the edge of the wooden desk for support when Ethan's tight grasp on me loosened. I let out an involuntary whimper when I felt him pull out. I didn't have time to ask him what he was doing because before I could register what was going on, Ethan had spun me around so that I was facing him and sat me on the desk – pulling me all the way to the edge.

"I want to see your face when you scream my name again, Cupcake." He growled, snaking one hand around my waist for support and bringing the other up to base of my neck. His fingers expertly tangled in my hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking my head back slightly.

Excitement bubbled in my chest as he continued to grip my hair hair tightly, his thrusts becoming increasingly harder. A familiar pulse comes to life in the pit of my stomach and I am once again on the brink of a climax.

As if sensing how close I am to a release Ethan removed his hand from my hair and crashed his lips on mine. I fervently kiss him back, our tongues intertwined in a dance of passion. His hand continued to roam my body freely until suddenly, his fingers found their way to my clit and he teasingly began circling my sensitive core.

I have come to the conclusion that his hands and lips must be made out of gold.

A smirk spread across Ethan's lips as he bit down on my bottom lip, eliciting a loud yelp from me.

That's all it took to push me over the edge once again. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as a string of loud moans lef my body. "Oh my fucking god! Yes - right there!" My back back arches as I feel Ethan tense as well – his thrusts more determined than before.

"Fuck, McKenzie."

With one final thrust, his muscles coiled and he sinks in deep one last time as we continue to ride out waves of orgasmic pleasure together.

.......

It wasn't until well after midnight that Ethan and I left his office – fully clothed, and to the naked eye, as if tonight's extra curricular's did not happen.

However, as we walked past the security desk, the night guard gave us a knowing smirk as Ethan waved goodnight.

If it were any other day or night, it might have bothered me β€” but in this moment I couldn't give two fucks who knew that Ethan fucked my brains out in his office.

The two of us were almost out the revolving door when a phone started ringing. At first I through it was mine because I had the same default ringtone, but after checking I only saw a couple of texts from Megan and Zoey. Glancing back up at Ethan, he was holding the door open for me and his face was scrunched up in irritation.

"Do you need to get that?" I glanced between him and the buzzing phone in his hand.

"No." He curtly replied, shoving the phone in his back pocket and placing his hand in mine before leading us towards his car.

It was weird, but I was too tired to care or call him out on it.

Half an hour later, we were finally parked on my street.

"I'd invite you in, but I believe you have some packing to do." I smirked as I reached for the door handle.

"You're nothing but trouble, Cupcake." His eyes caress mine knowingly before sending me a wink. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Ethan. " I couldn't help the grin that made its way onto my face as I slammed the car door shut.
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