Anna
I really couldn’t concentrate. Ethan being in London was completely bizarre. Sitting there with him and Richard talking about work was beyond weird. Richard was being a super suck up, hanging on every word that came out of Ethan’s mouth. What a creep. But he was one step ahead of me because I wasn’t listening to a word Ethan was saying. Seeing him in work mode, explaining the intricacies of a corporate structure, it was like I didn’t know him at all. It was hot, but weird. Weird but I wanted him. My body was still sore from his fingers, his tongue, his hips and his cock, but I wanted him again. The blood was rushing in my ears, my nipples straining at the lace of my bra, wetness between my legs.
“Does that make sense, Anna?” Ethan asked, looking at me, jolting me out of my head. He caught my expression and closed his eyes. “Richard, perhaps you could run with that and Anna can help me out with the Icarus file. Can you get something to me before you leave tonight?” Richard nodded and scurried out, leaving me sitting opposite Ethan. As soon as the door shut, Ethan looked at me. “Anna,” he whispered.
I had no answer for him, I couldn’t think about forming words, I couldn’t think about anything but him. He moved around to my side of the conference table, so we were both facing the door. He took a seat beside me. “Anna,” he repeated. I turned my head to his voice and the breath on my neck. I braced my hands against the table, trying to retain some control over the situation. His hand grasped my thigh. I gasped. This couldn’t happen. He couldn’t touch me in the office. His fingers found the hem of my skirt and trailed underneath, stopping suddenly when he found the top of my stocking. “Anna. I warned you about this.”
I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at his admonishment.
“Jesus woman, you’ll have us both fired,” he said as his fingers went higher and higher. I should make him stop but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. He found the edge of my underwear and pushed his knuckle beneath. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He slid back and forth across my slit and I collapsed forward, my elbows resting on the desk, my hands in my hair while his fingers worked across my pussy. “You’re going to smell of come all day. A constant reminder of what I do to you,” he whispered as he thrust two of his fingers into me. I tried to concentrate on not making a sound. I wanted to scream his name but I put every ounce of energy into keeping quiet.
“You look so fucking beautiful all the time, but especially now. With my fingers inside you, feeling your wetness. You like that, don’t you?”
If I spoke to answer him I’d be lost and I’d start screaming for him to make me come.
“Anna,” he cajoled.
I nodded.
“Beautiful girl.” He thumb rounded my clitoris, hard and relentless. I was on the verge of trying to resist him, and remembered that he’d warned me about not doing that. It was an instinct, I wasn’t sure where it came from. I didn’t know if I’d ever done that with my previous boyfriends, but none of them had made me come as often or as hard as Ethan. Without a thought, I squeezed my thighs together and he roughly forced my knees apart. “I warned you about that, too. I decide when you come.” Those words were all it took and I started to shudder and I snapped back, grabbing the arms of the chair, thrusting my hips in the air as I my orgasm spiraled through me. I don’t know if it was the silence, the location or the fact we were so close to a thousand people, any of whom could have walked in at any moment, but it was more intense than I was used to.
As the pleasure subsided, panic took over. My eyes flew open and Ethan withdrew his hand, stood and walked across to his desk.
“Ethan.” Horror flooded my quiet voice. What were we thinking?
“I know.” He stopped me. “We need rules. You’re right. Tonight. We’ll talk about it tonight.”
I started to gather up my notebook. My legs were wobbly and my hands were shaking. “I should go.”
He nodded.
“What about the Icarus file?” I remembered him mentioning it to Richard before he left.
“There’s no such thing. I just wanted you on your own. That look you give me sometimes, Anna . . . It drives me crazy. We’re going to need some serious rules if we’re going to be within a hundred feet of each other at work. He slumped in his desk chair.
“Do I look . . . er . . .”
“Like you’ve just come all over my hand?” He grinned as he finished my sentence for me. My cheeks were burning. “No, you look beautiful, but very professional.”
I needed out of there and compose myself. “Ethan,” I warned him. “Let’s just keep out of each other’s way until we speak later.”
“Agreed.”
“Oh, one last thing.” I looked at him from over my shoulder. “No one makes me come like you do.”
“Give me a break, beautiful, my balls are already blue.” He groaned.
I grinned and left him at his desk with his hard on.
* * * * *
“You’re in a better mood today,” Lucy, one of the other associates, said as she sat on my desk. I’d been grinning to myself. “Did you get lucky?”
I scowled at her and she laughed. I tell you who I’d like to get lucky with. That guy from Flanders, Case & Burling, the tall, hot one, Ethan Scott.
I raised my eyebrows at her, worried if I said anything it would give something away.
“His eyes are so blue. Did you see that? I’m sure he could make me come just by looking at me.”
“Lucy!” I hated that she was talking about him like that.
“And no wedding ring. Did you see?” she asked. “I bet he’s after a bit of fun while he’s in London. I’d be happy to be his fun for a few months.” She winked at me.
Lucy was the office vixen and renowned for being a terrible lawyer. I wasn’t sure how she still had a job. Probably because she flirted up a storm with all the male partners and was indiscriminate about it. Young, old, short, tall—it didn’t bother her. I’m not sure that she had any control over it. It was her nature with men. It had never bothered me, until now. I couldn’t bear the thought of Ethan being subjected to her come-ons.
“Lucy, I’ve got tons to get done. Get lost.”
“But I wanted to pick your brain. You’re working with him aren’t you?” Something like that. “How do I get myself that gig?”
“I mean it, get lost.”
“I take it back about your improved mood. You need to get lucky, sweetie.”
Lucky was exactly what I got.
I rummaged through my bag for my phone and scrolled through to find Ethan. He’d filed himself under “Sex God” again. Of course he had.
I’m looking forward to seeing you this evening. It’s good to have you in London.
He replied right away. It’s good to be here. I’m glad we found each other. See you tonight, beautiful.
My stomach lurched.