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 from view, the tension in the room so palpable with lust he could almost taste it.God! How had he never noticed just how beautiful Erin was? Ethan wondered, his body pulsing

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.Still, he was not deterred. There were other ways to get the information he wanted, after all he hadn't taken his company to the level it was now with

"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 be so lucky though, so enjoy this while you can.""Yeah sure," Ethan said, his tone heavily laced with sarcasm. "Guess I owe you for this one.""Damn right." Marcus grinned. He fell into step beside Ethan as the two men

"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. "What is the meaning of this, Ethan? I thought we were going somewhere to talk?"Schooling his features into a semblance of disinterest, Ethan turned to face her. He was glad for the mirrored shades he had slipped on earlier, as his body roared in lust, the urge t

Erin opened the door of the stateroom and peered down the narrow corridor that ended in a flight of stairs leading to the deck above.Still smarting from Ethan's desertion, she walked towards the stairs, mentally retracing the path Ethan had led them through when they'd boarded. The polished wood floor echoed her footsteps in a rather unsettling way and Erin wondered if she was the only one on the boat.She wouldn't put it past that arrogant bastard to leave her marooned in the middle of the ocean. It was the sort of petty, ridiculous thing he seemed to enjoy.Another cringe ran through her as she remembered how easily she had given in to him. Granted the man could kiss like it was a talent, but that was no excuse.Christ Lord Almighty! She'd acted like a hormonal sex starved teenager, letting him make love to her not just once or twice in the space of one evening. And now she had muscles aching in places she hadn't been aware of existing.Her cheeks reddened at the memory of the seco