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Idon’t know why, but it feels really great lying next to Ethan on the couch with his arms wrapped around me and my face pressed against his chest, inhaling his scent.
He was right. I needed heat because now I no longer feel cold, and even though it’s still raining heavily and the temperature is quite low, my whole body is now warm.
For a moment, I try to pretend that this is normal and that he isn’t my boss, whom I have been trying to avoid for weeks. This contradicts everything I have been trying to do in every way. But it feels nice—it feels so right.
The TV is still on, but neither one of us is watching it. Ethan seems to be deep in thought as he stares into space, his hand in my hair, gently weaving his fingers through the strands. We look like a normal couple, but we are not even a couple. Maybe we can pretend to be one, just for tonight.
“Thank you again for allowing me to borrow your shirt,” I repeat, breaking the silence.
“It looks good on you,” he growls, his hand still in my hair and the other on my lower back, gently caressing my skin through the it.
“It’s a large shirt. I’m practically drowning in it.” I have no idea why I brought up the shirt, but it seems like a good discussion to take my mind off the silly things going on in my head right now.
“And you sure as hell look sexy in it.”
Okay, he’s not helping.
I try to shift on the couch, and I end up pressing my stomach against something hard—his erection. Okay, this is becoming borderline risky. I think I should call it a night.
But I don’t do that, instead, I start rubbing myself against his erection. “What are you doing?” he growls.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I just continue. Maybe we can just take this pretending to be a couple thing to the next level. I’m confident I’m going to regret this in the morning, but let’s not think about regret for now.
“You’re asking for trouble,’’ he groans. I can hear the restraint in his voice and see it in his face. He’s holding back from me. I have that much of an effect on him. It makes me feel powerful in some type of twisted way.
“Just how sexy am I in this shirt?” I ask, my tone sultry.
Ethan sits up, shifting me with him, having me sit on his lap with my legs on both sides of his thighs.
“You look so fucking sexy in it. All I want to do is slide my hands and push it up your thighs.”
A smile tugs at my upper lip as I bring my lips closer to his right ear. “Then do it.”
A chuckle rumbles through him as he gives me a serious look. “You are really asking for trouble, aren’t you?”
I shrug, giving him an innocent pout. “What if I am?”
I bring my hands to the hem of his shirt to take it off, but he stops me. “What?”
“If we are going to do this, you have to be fucking vocal. I’m not doing anything until you say it.”
I know what he’s doing. He wants me to ask him for everything he does to me so that by morning, when I decide to take the walk of shame, I will remember that I asked for it.
This is the point where I should stand up and run in the other direction, but I don’t. Instead, I nod in agreement.
He shakes his head. “No, you have to speak with your mouth.”
“Fine…I agree.”
He’s silent for a second as he stares into my eyes like he’s looking deep into my soul, and then he brings his hand to my hair, fisting it and pulling it so my head tilts backward. But I don’t feel pain. Instead, it brings me pleasure.
“You’ve been a really naughty girl, Jessy,” he growls as he brings his lips to my neck, licking his way to my ear.
“You’ve been on my mind all week.” He grazes my earlobe with his teeth as he speaks, “You consume my thoughts without even having to try.”
“I…I had no idea,” I gasp, liking the feel of his warm breath against my skin and his teeth on my earlobe as he slowly nibbles.
“Of course, you wouldn’t, because you’ve been too busy trying to avoid me. What am I going to do with you, my naughty Jessy?”
