Ethan

I hadn’t thought this through. My dick had been the one doing the thinking so far. All it could concentrate on was getting inside her. And she felt so good. It started to stir again. There was no getting enough of her.

I stuck my hands behind my head, trying to come up with a solution. I wanted her. I’d wanted her in New York and I still wanted her in London. Fucking the staff did not go down well. The clause in the agreement had been used as a way of getting rid of low performing partners before. Although the ones that fucked their secretaries and still billed like champions seemed to get away with it. And I was bound to screw this up. I’d never dated anyone. It was new territory for me.

“Anna?” I thought she knew that I was going to be at Allen & Smith for a while. And to be honest, it kinda stung that when I gave her the news her reaction was to jump out of bed rather than straight onto my cock. She was chewing her thumb, which she did when she was thinking. Wasn’t three months better than a week? Maybe not if she was getting back with her ex or had someone else she was dating. “Look, it’s no big deal if you just want to keep it about work.”

“No bullshit?” She spun round and looked at me. “You want to hear what I’m thinking?” That’s exactly what I wanted. I nodded. “I think it’s complicated for all the reasons you said. And I don’t want to be fucking my boss, it doesn’t feel right.” Jesus, that was like a knife to my stomach. “But the idea of not fucking you feels worse.” Okay, that was better. “And then . . . three months. This is new information.”

She climbed back onto the bed, kneeling opposite me. “This is terrible and amazing.”

“Terrible and amazing?” Jesus, I couldn’t keep up.

“Well, yes,” she said as if I’d missed an entirely obvious point. “Ethan, even after a week I missed you when I came back to London. How will I feel in three months when you go back to New York?” My pulse felt like it was going to jump straight out of my neck. This wasn’t about another guy. This was about her wanting me. I was elated by her confession.

I pulled her toward me and she didn’t resist.

“Seriously, maybe you shouldn’t stay,” she said.

“I’ll go if you want me to go,” I said.

“I don’t want that. But . . .”

“But?”

“I don’t want to get hurt,” she whispered. “And I don’t want to lose my job.”

“You think I’ll fire you if you don’t put out?” I was half teasing but I wondered if she was genuinely worried.

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying—it’s complicated.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.

“I believe you.”

* * * * *

The next thing I knew, I was waking up to the morning light, Anna still asleep in my arms. It felt good. I reached across to look at my watch. Shit. I should be in the office already, it was 7.30 a.m.

It had been good to talk to her last night. It felt good to tell her what I was thinking and I could still punch the air at the fact she clearly wasn’t seeing anyone. But we hadn’t resolved the complications about the situation.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have time for me to be inside her. I’d come to like morning sex. Having her fuzzy with sleep and working her up to a point where she was wide awake and screaming my name was the best feeling, but not this morning. I gently moved her off my chest and slid out of bed and into the shower.

She was still sleeping by the time I was ready to leave. I had a clean shirt in my office so I wasn’t going to have to make a detour via my hotel, I could go straight to work, which was good because I was late already. I didn’t want to wake her but I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.

I sat on the bed next to her, watching her as her eyelids started to flutter. I stroked her cheek and her eyes opened.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied groggily. “What’s the time?”

“Seven forty-five. I have to leave.”

“I’m late.” She sat up. “My alarm. I must have forgot to set it.”

I smiled at her. She looked amazingly rumpled and sleepy. My dick started to harden so I stood up. I couldn’t be distracted. I needed to leave.

“I need to go, beautiful.” She nodded. “I’ll see you at work.”

“Okay,” she said.

Should I suggest we see each other tonight? I didn’t want her to feel pressured but I wanted to see her. We hadn’t come to any conclusions last night. No rules had been established.

“I’ll miss you,” she whimpered. I felt that familiar stab in my stomach that only she could induce. 

“Do you want to meet? Tonight? Talk more?” I asked. This was such new ground for me. I was used to knowing exactly what I wanted from the women in my life. The rules were clear. I took what I wanted and gave them what they wanted. It was clean and simple. This was anything but. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted to make her happy.

She nodded in response to my question and I couldn’t help but grin. I leaned over her, trying to think about anything but her incredible naked body underneath the sheets. I swept her hair from her forehead and kissed her.

“Do me a favour,” I said as I turned toward the door.

She sat up, leaning against her elbows. “Don’t wear sexy underwear beneath your suit.”

She giggled. “You won’t know if I do or not.”

“I’ll know. I’ll see you tonight. My number is in your phone.” I looked back and she was grinning at me.