With my purse on my shoulder and my Boots shopping bag in my hand I stepped out of the elevator and walked into a very sleek and artfully designed space. There were framed black-and-white photographs of architectural wonders from all over the world on the walls, big glass windows looking out over the city. and a very pretty redhead behind the desk."Brynne Bennett here to see Mr. Blackstone." She looked me over thoroughly before getting up from her desk. "Oh he's expecting you, Miss Bennett. I'll take you back through to his office." She smiled as she held the door for me. "I hope you like Chinese."I followed her and dismissed the comment, not because I didn't want to answer but because everyone was watching us. Every head at every workstation turned in our direction and stared. I wanted to sink through a crack in the floor and hide. That would be after I killed Ethan. What the hell had he done? Announced in a mass email that his girlfriend was stopping by to give him a blow job in h
"You're perfect," I murmured, and then I closed my mouth over him and drew his beautiful pink cock into me. Ethan gripped the chair and thrust to the back of my throat. I worked him good, stroking with my hand and sucking him deep into my mouth. With my tongue, I flicked over the big vein that fed his erection and heard him groan. I didn't stop my pace or where I was going with this. It would be all-the-way-to-the-finish-line with me, and I intended to get my way.He must have read my body language, because his hands moved to my head and held me as he fucked my mouth. I took it all without gagging once, and when his balls tightened up and I knew he was close, I gripped his hips hard with both hands so he couldn't pull back."Oh, fuck I'm gonna go so hard!" He stiffened to iron and spilled the warm essence down the back of my throat, holding my head with two hands as he climaxed. "Jesus Christ... Brynne." He panted out deep, gulping breaths.I lifted my eyes when he left my mouth. I sw
My phone rang as I was packing my overnight bag. I saw who was calling and looked at the clock. Ethan had said he would be here by seven to pick me up. It was quarter to right now. "Are you having second thoughts and crying off for our sleepover tonight?"He laughed. "No chance of that, and I hope you have your bag ready, baby." "So why aren't you here to whisk me away?""Yes, well I had to send a car to collect you. Some business-related emergency pain in my ass. I'm so sorry. The driver's name is Neil, and he works for me. He'll get you into my flat and I want you to just make yourself at home until ! get there. Will you do that for me, my darling?""I guess so." My mind was spinning with the implications of me on my own in his house. I wasn't really scared, but the idea did not thrill me either. "Are you sure, Ethan? I mean we can do this another night if you're busy...—"||"I'm sleeping with you tonight, Brynne. In my bed. End of discussion." "Oh boy." I smiled into the phone. "Ca
An hour later my skin was pink from the heat and soft from the bubbles. I'd dressed in my Jimi Hendrix T-shirt and a pair of Ethan's silk boxers that were very swishy on me. I'd organized my purchases from Boots in a bathroom drawer, shaved my legs and slathered myself in primrose scented lotion.I wandered back to the coffeemaker and fixed myself a mug before drifting into the other rooms of Ethan's flat. The home gym had a state-of-the-art tread-mill facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view took my breath away. I love a city lights view, but I imagined it was just as spectacular in the daytime.I found what I believed to be his office and turned the handle. The room behind the door was indeed an office. A massive oak desk anchored the room while the opposing wall held a panel of TV monitors and other high-tech equip- ment. But it was the wall behind the desk that really caught my attention: a salt- water aquarium glowed with light and colors and bubbles over the rippling water.
Ethan brought me my coffee in bed the next morning. I sat up against the headboard and pulled the sheet up to cover me. He raised an eyebrow as he sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully handed the mug over. "I think I did it right, but you have a taste and tell me." I took a sip and made a face."I put half cream and three spoonfuls of sugar," he said with a shrug. “You set up the coffee yourself. All I did was press brew on the machine." I kept him hanging for another minute before cracking a smile and taking another sip of my delicious coffee."What? Just making sure you're trained in proper coffee prep. I have my standards." I winked at him. "I think you'll do in a pinch. Mr. Blackstone.""You devil woman, teasing me like that." He leaned in to kiss me, careful of the hot coffee. "I like having the coffeemaker set up the night before. I wonder why I never thought of it." He stayed close to my face, looking intently over me, his hair still messy from sleep and all the sex and
We broke in the shower too, or I should say I did when he propped me in the corner, dropped to his knees and returned the favor. The sex never ended with this man. And I was on board the sexy train right with him, flashing my frequent traveler pass. I had not had so much sex in-....."Don't go there and don't ruin this time with him" I inwardly murmured to myself.Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap."That's Shakespeare, right?" I smoothed over the ink with my hand, and that's when I saw the scars. Many white lines and ridges. So many you couldn't count them. I gasped a sharp breath, desperately sad to think about how badly he'd been hurt. I wanted to ask, but I held my tongue. I didn't offer to tell about my scars.He turne
"You're doing so well, Princess. I can hear it in your voice, and that makes your old dad smile. So who is this friend you're cooking dinner for? It's not a man, is it?"I smiled as I mixed up the corn salsa. "Well I met someone, Dad. He's really special in a lot of ways. He bought my picture at Benny's show. That's how we met." "Yeah." It felt weird telling my dad about Ethan all of a sudden. Maybe because I'd never talked to him about boyfriends much. There had never been reason to. I hadn't wanted one for a long, long time."Really.""Tell me more. What does he do for a living? How old is he? Oh, and go ahead and let me have his number while you're at it. I need to give him a call and set him straight on the ground rules with my baby girl." I laughed nervously. "Well, I think it's a little late for that, Dad. Ethan's pretty special, like I said. We spend a lot of time together. He really listens to me and I feel truly...happy with him. He understands me."Dad got quiet for a minute
Surprising Ethan at his office seemed like a good idea, but I wasn't willing to do it without some assistance. I enlisted Elaina's help first. I really liked her. She seemed honest and very straightforward, which I respected in a person. She was also engaged to Neil. I found that out after I started sleeping over at Ethan's place. One morning when we hit the elevators to leave for work, I saw Elaina and Neil coming out of the flat on the other wing, hand in hand. Ethan saw my surprise and told me they were getting married in the fall.I was relieved Elaina didn't act jealous about her fiancé driving me around London. I think she was happy that Ethan had a girlfriend. I'd noticed that his employees really seemed to care about him. And I liked that too."Hi, Elaina, it's Brynne.""Hello, Brynne. Why didn't you call through to his cell?" Smart girl, Elaina, always aware of logistics."I was thinking of surprising him with lunch. Can you check his schedule for me?" I heard some flipping o