I'm in trouble.The thought crossed Ethan's mind as he took in the splendid form of the naked woman glaring up at him, brown eyes sparking righteous indignation. His dick, which had been aroused from the moment he stepped into Erin's apartment, became rock hard, as his gaze slowly traveled over pale flawless curves, the delicate arch of her throat, lingering over full, well-rounded breasts topped by twin dusky rose aureoles.Even as he looked, they tightened and hardened into tiny pebbles that made his mouth water with the need to take them in his mouth and suck, taste her, inhale her scent, drown himself within her till he found bliss and sweet relief. Ethan swallowed the lump forming in his throat and forced his gaze to move south, down to where her tiny hands ineffectively tried to cover her most intimate spot

Ethan stared at the man sitting across from him, struggling to contain his anger and the urge to permanently wipe off the self-satisfied smirk from the editor's florid face.The fool sat there, mercifully oblivious to the murderous thoughts running through his mind, chattering away about client privacy and some other bullshit, causing Ethan's mood- already bad from the encounter with Erin this morning- to deteriorate rapidly till his jaw was clenched tight enough to crush teeth and it took all his self restraint to stop himself from lunging across the gleaming desk and smashing in that meaty face.He had to give the man some credit, though. Despite the threat of legal action for defamation of character, the sleazebag still clung to the bit of information that Ethan wanted - the identity of person who had leaked the story and the photos.

"Game set!" Marcus yelled, lobbing the ball across the net to Ethan.His face a mask of intense concentration, Ethan watched the ball arching towards him, every muscle tense and ready to spring. As the ball bounced into his side of the court, he unfurled from a crouch and with a powerful swing of the racket, sent the ball flying back towards Marcus.A triumphant grin spread over his face as Marcus missed the shot, the slew of obscenities his friend let loose only serving to add to his good humor."Tired, Marc?" Ethan walked over to the net, watching as Marcus dabbed at the sweat running down his face with a towel."Nah," Marcus grinned; face red with the exertion of an hour of hard playing. "I'm just gonna be the good guy and let you win this time. Next time, you won't b

"A helicopter?" Erin shrieked, eyes wide in disbelief, as she stared through the windscreen at the black behemoth that sat on the simmering tarmac, looking like a giant wasp in search of prey.She tore her gaze from the sleek machine and turned to Ethan. "What the hell are you up to now?"Ethan turned away to hide his grin at the look of pure disbelief on Erin's face.God! I like seeing her this way.He pulled the Corvette to a halt at the edge of the wide tarmac. He was aware of her eyes boring into his side, demanding answers, but Ethan chose to ignore her, focusing his attention instead on the man in a gray jumpsuit ambling towards them."Have you lost your ability to speak?" Erin demanded, prodding his arm with a finger.

The helicopter touched down gently on the helipad and the pilot began the task of shutting down the engines. Erin leaned forward to peer out the window, wondering where they were. The wind and dust churned up by the rotor blades made it impossible to see out.She leaned back against the seat and bit down on her lower lip to stop the flow of questions. There was no way in hell she would ask Ethan anything, she'd rather die of curiosity first.Erin wondered what Todd would think when she failed to show up for their date. A flash of guilt churned in her gut.How could she have let one simple kiss scramble her brain and lead her into this trap? Deep down, Erin knew the answer to that question but she refused to acknowledge it.Extremely conscious of Ethan's disconcerting pre