Chapter 8 🔥
Hot and Heavy
“Sexual tension is like a ruthless pigeon. Feed it once and it will follow you around forever. It never tires or goes on vacation. It just lingers.” – Chelsea Fine
“Ms. Anderson,” Ethan’s voice boomed making me stop mid-step. “My office, please.”
What now, I thought.
As I turned around and walked towards him, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Does he not understand the meaning of busy?
As soon as I stepped foot in Ethan’s office, he closed the door behind him and pulled down the blinds. A smirk played on his lips as I raised a questioning brow. His eyes raked down my body, practically undressing me as I shivered under his intense gaze.
“McKenzie. There seems to be an error with the hours you billed last week.” Most of the time I tried to ignore his not-so-subtle gazes, but as I watched him lick his bottom lip, my legs began trembling.
“There is no error,” I replied. “The amount of work we had to complete was more than the client initially let on. They’re just going to have to suck it up and pay for the additional hours.”
“I cannot tell a client to just suck it up.” His eyes darkened as he advanced towards me.
I sighed as I took a step back from him, only for my back to hit his wooden desk. “I don’t know what to tell you then.”
His smirk widened as he trapped me between him and his desk. “But you always have something to say, Cupcake.”
I gasped as his calloused hands wrapped around my waist and turned me around before I was roughly bent over and my face pressed against the wooden desk. Excitement formed in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ve wanted to bend you over this desk since I laid eyes on you, McKenzie.” He growled, and I could feel his hardening erection against me. I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped my lips.
“So why didn’t you?” I purposely wiggled under his grasp.
“Because I wanted you to beg for my touch, Cupcake.” I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I had to physically restrain myself from turning around and looking at him.
As if reading my mind, I heard him let out a deep throaty chuckle before he pulled me back up and jerked me around – sitting me on top of his desk. “You think I’m going to beg?” I challenged, a smirk of my own tugging at the corners of my mouth.
In the process of him placing me on top of his desk, my red dress had ridden up and I was practically naked from the waist down. Still holding my gaze, Ethan dropped down to his knees and grasped my panties before roughly tearing them off.
There goes another pair of my favorite underwear.
I was going to protest about someone walking in, when suddenly he pulled my legs further apart and his mouth went to my clit.
“Ethan!” I shrieked, completely taken off guard by his abrupt movements. I continued to moan, my head tilting back as he dragged his tongue along my sex. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked through my body. My hands gripped onto him, keeping myself from falling over as my heart rate increased.
Why was it, that something so wrong felt so fucking good?
I continued to moan loudly a –
I was jolted awake by the blaring alarm on my nightstand. Reaching for my phone, I quickly hit snooze and collapsed back onto my bed.
What the actual fuck.
After a very cold shower this morning, I contemplated using one of my personal days so I wouldn’t risk running into Ethan today. I don’t think I could look him in the eye after that.
But of course, things never actually go according to plan, and as soon as I stepped out of the shower I was bombarded with calls from a client. Luckily that meant I had to be at the client site and far away from the office, where there was zero chance of me running into Ethan during the day.
Kicking my shoes off, I dropped my purse and jacket on the floor as I collapsed on the couch.
I am never wearing stilettos again, I bitterly thought as I rubbed my sore feet.
It never ceases to amaze me how freaked out companies get when the IRS comes knocking during a surprise audit. I mean, if you have nothing to hide... there’s no reason to call me thirty times at seven in the morning.
As soon as I got to the client site this morning, the CEO was already waiting for me outside. From there on, it was lots of reassuring, running around, and finally, a big sigh of relief when the IRS agent told them they had nothing to worry about.
Which brings us to right now.
Originally, I had planned on making dinner tonight but there was no way in hell I was getting off this couch unless it was absolutely necessary. I unlocked my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the one I was looking for – the pizza place a few blocks down the street.
After ordering a pepperoni pizza, I picked up the TV remote and began browsing Netflix for a movie. I finally settled for a rom-com with Jennifer Aniston and Adam Sandler.
When the doorbell rang thirty minutes later, I shouted, “Coming!” Grabbing my wallet from my purse which was still sitting on the floor, I opened the door expecting to be greeted by Jerry the pizza delivery guy. Instead, a tall and lanky boy no older than twenty stood in front of me.
“Package for McKenzie Anderson.” He said in a bored, monotone voice.
God, please don’t tell me I’m getting served again – I don’t think I could handle it.
Once I nodded in reply, he shoved a wrapped rectangular black box with a white bow tie in my hands. “Sign here.” He pointed to his device, holding the pen out to me. Once I was done signing, he pressed a few buttons and looked up, “Have a nice night.”
Shutting the door closed behind me, I walked over to the kitchen island and placed the box down. The note tucked in between the velvet flaps was the first to get my attention.
I felt bad about ruining the other pair.
There’s no way.
Looks like there’s only one way to find out, I thought.
I quickly unwrap the bow and lifted the top off. Tucked underneath layers of white tissue paper was a Bandeau Bra in black Italian Jacquard lace with a matching pair of panties. Pulling the lacey material out, I noticed there was something else in the box. I ran my fingertips over the blush pink silk – admiring the embroidered tulle at the sleeves. The short silk robe was the perfect combination of sexy and elegant.
It was the tag that caught my attention next – La Perla.
I quickly walked back over to the couch and grabbed my phone.
McKenzie: I’m assuming the messenger at my door was sent by you?
Honestly – I needed a drink. And badly.
When my phone pinged, I quickly unlocked it and read the message.
Ethan: And if he wasn’t?
McKenzie: Then this would be really embarrassing...
Ethan: It was me, Cupcake ;)
What the hell possessed me to do what I did next, I couldn’t tell you. I can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I hadn’t had any tonight.
McKenzie: I’m all of a sudden craving some... cheesecake.
What the hell am I, a horny teenager?
I mean the horny part is true, but damn it I was an adult. There was no reason for me to get giddy over sending a text message.
And yet – I swear my heart stopped when I heard the familiar ding from my phone.
Ethan: It’s like you read my mind, McKenzie.
Next, I did what any logical person would do – I started freaking out!
Did I really just invite my boss over to my place on a Friday night?
You sure did, the annoying voice in the back of my head reminded me.
After Ethan and I had gone Skydiving a few weeks ago, the two of us stopped at Chick-fil-A for lunch. Afterward, he drove us to the lakefront and we sat in his car for hours just talking and laughing. It was refreshing just being able to sit and talk with someone other than Megan, Kate, and occasionally Taylor – my college best friend.
When I was around Ethan, I don’t know what it was about him, but I felt like I didn’t need to hide behind a fake smile. Rather, I felt like I could be myself around him.
My real self, even if I was a total and utter hot mess ninety-nine percent of the time.
Not once did Ethan make me feel bad about myself. Instead, he was always there to help pick me up. I knew it was wrong because of our professional relationship, but at this very moment, I didn’t care.
As I continued to pace holes into the hardwood floor, the pizza I had ordered earlier sat on the counter, completely untouched and forgotten.
When the doorbell rang, I froze in place. Oh my god, what if he was actually here to eat fucking cheesecake and not devour me.
Okay, McKenzie – walk over to the door, open it, and breathe.
Three simple actions.
When I opened the door, I was immediately met with a pair of dark green eyes boring into mine. As my eyes trailed over his figure, I couldn’t help but notice that someone had finally decided to take part in casual Fridays. Instead of his usual suit and tie, Ethan was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a light blue button-up that had the buttons at the top open.
He looked slightly less intimidating than usual.
“McKenzie.” Ethan greeted, holding my gaze. As I opened the door further for him to come in, I became all too aware of my decision to put on the lingerie and robe from earlier. Although everything was covered by the classic crossover silhouette at the front, the robe barely came mid-thigh and left my legs exposed.
“Thanks.” I nibbled at my bottom lip, accepting the Cheesecake Factory bag from him. “I was really in the mood for some... cheesecake.”
“Me too.” He smirks, his eyes slowly traveling down my legs and then back up to my face. I felt the warmth rise to my cheeks as I quickly turned around and walked around to the other side of the kitchen island, desperate to put some distance between us.
“I heard you had a busy day today,” Ethan said as he took off his jacket and placed it on the back of the stool.
“It was something alright.” I snorted. “You should really stop taking on just anyone as a client. I swear some of these people are thick.”
Taking the plastic container out of the bag, I noticed he had only brought over one slice of the traditional cheesecake. “I hope you realize, I don’t share.” I laughed as I dug around the silverware drawer for a spoon.
“No?” His eyebrow shot up, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not even with me?”
“Especially not with you.” I smiled sweetly as I took a big bite of the luscious, rich, and sweet dessert. “Mmmm.” I moaned as my tastebuds sprang in excitement at the savory treat.
Ethan’s eyes darkened with desire as he slowly walked around until he was standing in front of me. “That’s not very nice, McKenzie.” Then, he reached over and scooped up a wad of whipped cream with his index finger and brought it to his lips. I was completely captivated by his actions as I watched him lick the whipped cream right off.
I have never been more attracted to a man licking whipped cream off his finger than I am right now.
“I take it you like my present?” Ethan continued to hold my gaze while I was still drooling over him.
Right – the lingerie I was wearing.
I nodded as his hand came to rest on my hip. His fingers slowly began fumbling with the wide sash belt at the waist, until he pulled on it and the silky material opened up leaving me totally and completely exposed.
“Yes.” I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. Ethan nodded apprehensively as he continued to undress me with his eyes, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my skin.
A small yelp escaped my lips as I was hoisted up onto the countertop by Ethan’s strong and muscular arms. “You’re a tease, McKenzie.” His right hand slowly reached up to my shoulder and nudged the silky material off until it began falling off my arms. Letting it fall completely onto the counter, I shrugged and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck.
What can I say, there was something incredibly sexy about black lace that gave my confidence a boost.
“You love it,” I smirked back at him. Leaning down, Ethan’s lips were so close to mine that I could feel his minty breath on mine. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he pulled back and flashed me a mischievous smile. “Two can play that game.”
As he leaned further back from me, I was about to protest when I saw him scoop another wad of whipped cream on his index finger. Thinking he was just doing it to annoy me, I playfully rolled my eyes. However, when he brought his finger to my lips I couldn’t help but instinctively lick my bottom lip. I moaned loudly, and he shoved his finger in my mouth.
The mere action sent shock waves to my core and I felt the heat pooling in between my legs.
Once all of the whipped cream was gone, I gently pushed Ethan back and jumped off the counter. I wrapped my hand around his and steered him towards the sofa where I gently pushed him back.
A sly smirked danced on my lips as I watched his eyes rake over my figure. I positioned myself in front of him, ready to straddle him but his hands reached up and held me in place.
“Twirl, Cupcake.” His husky voice commanded. There was something exciting about the way his eyes roamed my body, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Excluding our first night together, I can’t even remember the last time anyone else looked at me like this.
Doing as he said, I spun around in front of him until I was once again standing in front of him. “Well – what do you think?” I asked, shyness and uncertainty seeping through in my voice.
“Sexy, as always.” He replied pulling me down so that I was straddling his lap. I could feel his cock hardening, which only made my excitement grow.
My hands moved teasingly up and down his arms, and I slowly traced my way up to his chest and the collar of his shirt. With a forceful yank, I pulled the shirt collar, bringing his face to mine. When our lips met, I couldn’t help but melt into his touch as my fingers tangled into this hair.
His hands continued to roamed my sides, and he pulled me further into him so that our bodies were molded together. His lips tasted minty with a hint of tobacco – no doubt because he had been smoking earlier. He smelled of expensive cologne, one that I could not quite narrow down. As his lips continued to massage mine, he gently bit my bottom lip which elicited a loud moan from the back of my throat.
Feeling the need for air, I broke away from the kiss and leaned back slightly. My hands gripped the folds of his shirt, and I began fumbling with the buttons. “You’re wearing too many clothes, it’s not fair.”
Lifting myself off his lap, I dropped down to my knees and began unbuckling his belt. As Ethan stepped out of his pants and boxers, I was still kneeling before him. With a mind of their own, my hands traveled up to his cock and I wrapped my hand around it and gently squeezed. I heard his breath hitch as I started slowly pumping him while rotating my wrist.
“McKenzie you don’t ha-”
“Shh.” I continued to tug and squeeze him harder as I stroked. Leaning in closer until I was face to face with his hard cock, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip. As my tongue began massaging the tip, I dared to look up at Ethan only to find him already staring at me intently.
Holding his gaze, I let out a soft giggle and began teasing him with my tongue – swirling it softly and playfully around his hard member. Sliding up and down the length, his cock twitched in my mouth and I could hear Ethan groan with every twitch.
He was huge and filled my mouth completely.
Within moments he had brought one of his hands down to the back of my neck and tangled it in my hair. He grabbed a fistful of hair and began to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck McKenzie –”
His tip pressed the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. After a few more strokes, Ethan pulled at my hair, forcing my head back. “Not yet, Cupcake.” He growled as he pulled me back up so that my throbbing was resting directly above his cock.
“Now who’s being I tease.” I pouted as I placed my hands on his chest and leaned against him, not once breaking eye contact.
“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” He smirked as his hand skimmed across my skin until he reached my breasts and pinched my nipple through the thin lace material on the bra. A shiver ran down my spine and I bit my bottom lip to suppress a moan.
Leaning in closer, Ethan’s lips made their way to my neck until his lips reached my earlobe. “You’re holding back, Cupcake.” He whispered before he gently sucked on the soft spot at the nape of my neck.
This time, even if I wanted to suppress my moan, I couldn’t.
With one hand still rolling my aching peaks through the lace material, Ethan’s mouth left a hot trail of kisses down towards my cleavage. He then snaked his other arm to my back and unhooked my bra, tossing it somewhere in the room.
As I continued to grind against him, he began impatiently tugging at my lace panties. “Please don’t tear these. I actually really like them.” I smirked against his lips.
“I’ll buy you more.” He shrugged and allowed me to roll off him long enough to slip out of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan dig around his wallet for what I presumed to be a condom.
Once I repositioned myself in his lap, Ethan’s hand traveled down to my core and began moving up and down, rubbing against my sensitive area. As he continued to slide his hand down, he slipped two fingers over my clit and spread my folds apart before pushing two fingers inside.
My body relaxed into his hand, desperately wanting more as I let out a loud moan. “You are so wet, Cupcake” He whispered as he continued to slid in and out of my pussy. His mouth found its way to my breasts once again, and he took my nipple into his mouth and began rolling his tongue around the nub.
I threw my head back in pleasure and uttered a string of not so ladylike words. Just as I felt myself inching closer and closer towards an orgasm, Ethan’s fingers were gone.
Slowly coming down from my high, I shrieked, “What are you doing?” Glancing up at him, he scanned my face for a reaction before his lips twitched into a knowing smirk. “I told you, McKenzie – two can play your game.”
“That’s not fair,” I whined, desperate for his touch on my body. Leaning down until my lips were just above his ear, I whispered. “Pretty please.”
“Pretty please what, McKenzie?”
“Pretty please...” I took hold of his hands which were resting to his side and placed them on my hips. “Fuck me.”
While he was distracted by my sudden boldness, I grabbed the condom he had taken out earlier and eagerly ripped open the foil. As I rolled the condom onto him, he captured my lips with his.
When Ethan lifted me slightly so that he could position himself at my entrance, I realized that I should have braced myself because with one thrust he was inside of me and the air was knocked out of me.
“Oh my god! Ethan...” My voice quivering with pleasure as he rocked back and forth against me. His rough hands gripped my waist as he flexed his hips, pressing himself deeper inside me.
I looked into his eyes as he continued to thrust, my walls tightening around him. He groaned lowly, “You feel so fucking good, McKenzie.” Knowing that his eyes were still glued to me, I began running my hands up and down my body until they reached my breasts.
As his eyes lingered on my breasts, he began thrusting harder than before – making me moan even louder.
My back arched and I whimpered his name.
“So sexy.” He whispered, his breath hitting my nipples. When Ethan’s warm mouth enveloped my nipple, his teeth skimmed the bud – biting down gently. As he continued to suck and flick his tongue against my sensitive buds, my core built and built until I finally burst into an orgasm. Ethan rode out my orgasm, my walls tightening around his cock and I felt his hold on me tighten. With one final thrust, he let out a loud groan and his body curled against me, his arms cradling me.
“That was incredible.” He said softly as his thumb gently brushed my cheek. I turned my face and gently pressed my cheek against his hand, humming in agreement.
Ethan chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and stood up, eliciting a loud yelp from me. “I’m not done with you just yet, Cupcake.” He muttered. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him and allowed him to lead up towards my bedroom.
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