Autumn in London (5 page)

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. 

Anna

I really couldn’t concentrate. Ethan being in London was completely bizarre. Sitting there with him and Richard talking about work was beyond weird. Richard was being a super suck up, hanging on every word that came out of Ethan’s mouth. What a creep. But he was one step ahead of me because I wasn’t listening to a word Ethan was saying. Seeing him in work mode, explaining the intricacies of a corporate structure, it was like I didn’t know him at all. It was hot, but weird. Weird but I wanted him. My body was still sore from his fingers, his tongue, his hips and his cock, but I wanted him again. The blood was rushing in my ears, my nipples straining at the lace of my bra, wetness between my legs.

“Does that make sense, Anna?” Ethan asked, looking at me, jolting me out of my head. He caught my expression and closed his eyes. “Richard, perhaps you could run with that and Anna can help me out with the Icarus file. Can you get something to me before you leave tonight?” Richard nodded and scurried out, leaving me sitting opposite Ethan. As soon as the door shut, Ethan looked at me. “Anna,” he whispered.

I had no answer for him, I couldn’t think about forming words, I couldn’t think about anything but him. He moved around to my side of the conference table, so we were both facing the door. He took a seat beside me. “Anna,” he repeated. I turned my head to his voice and the breath on my neck. I braced my hands against the table, trying to retain some control over the situation. His hand grasped my thigh. I gasped. This couldn’t happen. He couldn’t touch me in the office. His fingers found the hem of my skirt and trailed underneath, stopping suddenly when he found the top of my stocking. “Anna. I warned you about this.”

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at his admonishment.

“Jesus woman, you’ll have us both fired,” he said as his fingers went higher and higher. I should make him stop but I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. He found the edge of my underwear and pushed his knuckle beneath. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He slid back and forth across my slit and I collapsed forward, my elbows resting on the desk, my hands in my hair while his fingers worked across my pussy. “You’re going to smell of come all day. A constant reminder of what I do to you,” he whispered as he thrust two of his fingers into me. I tried to concentrate on not making a sound. I wanted to scream his name but I put every ounce of energy into keeping quiet.

“You look so fucking beautiful all the time, but especially now. With my fingers inside you, feeling your wetness. You like that, don’t you?”

If I spoke to answer him I’d be lost and I’d start screaming for him to make me come.

“Anna,” he cajoled.

I nodded.

“Beautiful girl.” He thumb rounded my clitoris, hard and relentless. I was on the verge of trying to resist him, and remembered that he’d warned me about not doing that. It was an instinct, I wasn’t sure where it came from. I didn’t know if I’d ever done that with my previous boyfriends, but none of them had made me come as often or as hard as Ethan. Without a thought, I squeezed my thighs together and he roughly forced my knees apart. “I warned you about that, too. I decide when you come.” Those words were all it took and I started to shudder and I snapped back, grabbing the arms of the chair, thrusting my hips in the air as I my orgasm spiraled through me. I don’t know if it was the silence, the location or the fact we were so close to a thousand people, any of whom could have walked in at any moment, but it was more intense than I was used to.

As the pleasure subsided, panic took over. My eyes flew open and Ethan withdrew his hand, stood and walked across to his desk.

“Ethan.” Horror flooded my quiet voice. What were we thinking?

“I know.” He stopped me. “We need rules. You’re right. Tonight. We’ll talk about it tonight.”

I started to gather up my notebook. My legs were wobbly and my hands were shaking. “I should go.”

He nodded.

“What about the Icarus file?” I remembered him mentioning it to Richard before he left.

“There’s no such thing. I just wanted you on your own. That look you give me sometimes, Anna . . . It drives me crazy. We’re going to need some serious rules if we’re going to be within a hundred feet of each other at work. He slumped in his desk chair.

“Do I look . . . er . . .”

“Like you’ve just come all over my hand?” He grinned as he finished my sentence for me. My cheeks were burning. “No, you look beautiful, but very professional.”

I needed out of there and compose myself. “Ethan,” I warned him. “Let’s just keep out of each other’s way until we speak later.”

“Agreed.”

“Oh, one last thing.” I looked at him from over my shoulder. “No one makes me come like you do.”

“Give me a break, beautiful, my balls are already blue.” He groaned.

I grinned and left him at his desk with his hard on.

* * * * *

“You’re in a better mood today,” Lucy, one of the other associates, said as she sat on my desk. I’d been grinning to myself. “Did you get lucky?”

I scowled at her and she laughed. I tell you who I’d like to get lucky with. That guy from Flanders, Case & Burling, the tall, hot one, Ethan Scott.

I raised my eyebrows at her, worried if I said anything it would give something away.

“His eyes are so blue. Did you see that? I’m sure he could make me come just by looking at me.”

“Lucy!” I hated that she was talking about him like that.

“And no wedding ring. Did you see?” she asked. “I bet he’s after a bit of fun while he’s in London. I’d be happy to be his fun for a few months.” She winked at me.

Lucy was the office vixen and renowned for being a terrible lawyer. I wasn’t sure how she still had a job. Probably because she flirted up a storm with all the male partners and was indiscriminate about it. Young, old, short, tall—it didn’t bother her. I’m not sure that she had any control over it. It was her nature with men. It had never bothered me, until now. I couldn’t bear the thought of Ethan being subjected to her come-ons.

“Lucy, I’ve got tons to get done. Get lost.”

“But I wanted to pick your brain. You’re working with him aren’t you?”
Something like that.
“How do I get myself that gig?”

“I mean it, get lost.”

“I take it back about your improved mood. You
need
to get lucky, sweetie.”

Lucky was exactly what I got.

I rummaged through my bag for my phone and scrolled through to find Ethan. He’d filed himself under “Sex God” again. Of course he had.

I’m looking forward to seeing you this evening. It’s good to have you in London.

He replied right away.
It’s good to be here. I’m glad we found each other. See you tonight, beautiful.

My stomach lurched.

Ethan

I knocked on Anna’s apartment door just after nine. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to seeing her. She relaxed me. When the door opened, I couldn’t take my eyes of her.

“Hey,” she said.

I didn’t reply, I didn’t want to waste a second. I walked toward her and without breaking stride, I grabbed her perfect ass and guided her backward into the hallway, at the same time, bringing the hem of her shirt up and over her head. All I could think about was being buried inside her and watching her as she came.

“Hey Anna, how was your day?” She was mocking me.

I ignored her and pulled down her jogging pants. She stood in her underwear, not helping but not hindering me either. Jesus she was beautiful. I tugged at my tie as she continued her conversation with herself. “It was great, thanks, Ethan. I got a lot done despite a number of office distractions. What about you? I had a good day too, Anna, thanks, I had a number of meetings—”

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” I interrupted her as I dropped my pants. Without a word, she did what I said and took position. I grabbed a condom out of my wallet. I was as hard as steel and I couldn’t wait another minute. The curve of her back offering me that perfect lace-covered ass was all I could concentrate on. I moved her panties to one side and thrust straight into her.

“Fuck,” she screamed. I pulled out and slammed into her again. My hands wanted to be on every part of her body at once—her hips, her tits, her pussy, in her hair, across her stomach. Jesus, I couldn’t get enough. I throbbed inside her—I was going to come in about ten seconds.

“Harder, Ethan.”

I pushed in again, relishing the feel of her around my cock. She was made for me. She grunted as I thrust in again and her fingernails pressed into the wall. I reached for her perfect tits. Her nipples puckered under my touch and I squeezed, perhaps too hard because her head snapped back onto my shoulder. There was too much of her to enjoy.

“You were so ready for me Anna. Have you been wet for me all day?” I whispered into her ear.

She nodded.

“Tell me, Anna.”

“I’ve wanted you all day. I’ve been thinking about you inside me.”

I couldn’t hold anything back. The sound of my flesh meeting hers and the moans from her were all too much. The sight of her, the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her. She was everything. How could I have let her go back to London? How could I have not had her all these weeks? What had I been thinking?

She pushed back against me and I went deeper. I gripped her shoulder, riding in and out of her. She clenched around me, and her breath shortened. I slid my fingers around her hip and down to meet her clit. She bucked underneath me. I circled the nerves and the wetness around my cock increased.

“Yes. Just. Like. That,” she breathed.

Her head dropped to between her arms as if she were defeated. She had given into me, into the pleasure of it all. She turned her head so her eyes met mine and she came with a look of vulnerability mixed with pure lust. That look ended me and I poured into her.

I stood still for a few seconds, catching my breath, her head resting on the wall in front of her. I pulled out of her and she whimpered as if my cock leaving her was the last thing she wanted.
Jesus
. She could corrupt the Pope. I picked her up and walked us into her bedroom. I lay her on the bed and quickly stripped off what was left of our clothes, then climbed under the covers with her, pulling her ass toward me.

I drew my arms around her waist and nestled my chin against her neck.

“Hey, how was your day?” I asked and she giggled.

“Oh, now you ask,” she said, stroking my arm.

“Sorry, I just had to be inside you.”

“I know. I like it.”

“Like me being inside you?”

“Yes, and that you have to be, like nothing is going to stop you, you’re going to take what you want.”

“You make me sound like a Neanderthal.”

“I like it,” she said simply. “But that’s why we need rules. And number one has got to be no orgasms in the office.”

I chuckled into her neck. “You didn’t like that?”

“Too much.”

“I think it should be as little contact in the office as possible and certainly no physical contact. What about that?”

“Sounds awful but yes, I agree.”

“What next?” I asked. She’d clearly given this a lot of thought. I didn’t care what her rules were. I’d play any game she offered.

“We can’t tell anyone at work. That frat thingy you were talking about and me not wanting to be the girl everyone thinks is sleeping her way to the top. It means we can’t tell anyone at work, and I mean anyone.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? You don’t agree?”

I liked that she could read the slight resistance in my words. “I do, but it’s not ideal is it?”

“But—”

“I’ve said I agree. What’s next?”

“That’s as far as I got.”

I pulled her legs between mine, “Do you want to come apartment hunting with me at the weekend, and then dinner at my sister’s?”

She pursed her lips. “So, are we dating?”

I hadn’t really put a label on it in my head. All I’d thought about was her, and how I wanted to spend time with her and get to fuck her while I was in London.

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic.” She prodded me in the thigh and I mock winced. “Okay, I have more rules,” she continued.

I groaned and rolled to my back and she flipped over. “And then can I get a blow job?”

“If you’re fucking me, you’re not fucking anyone else.”

“Babe, I’ve never even mentioned a threesome.” That earned me a playful, tiny fist in my stomach but I caught her hand and drew it to my lips. “Beautiful, if I get to fuck you why would I want to fuck anyone else?”

“I’m serious,” she whispered.

I pulled her closer to me. “So am I. You’re gonna have to be patient with me. I’ve told you, I don’t date so I’m not going to get this right all the time. But I don’t play games and I’m not going to start bullshitting you. If I’m with you, I’m with you and that’s where it begins and ends.”

I could see her trying to fight her smile. “So we’re exclusive?”

“Oh my god, and you’re one of our brightest associates? Fuck, we’re toast.” She gave into her grin this time. “Yes, we’re exclusive. I don’t want any guy coming near you.”

* * * * *

Being inside her was going to fast become my favorite way to spend an evening.. She was asleep, and lying in the nook of my arm like she was made especially for it. A sense of excitement washed over me about being in London. It was the job and a fresh challenge, but it was also being with her. She was as beautiful as I remembered, as funny, as wicked, as demanding but just as breakable. For the first time in my life, I was excited to be getting to spend more time with a woman.

Trying not to disturb her, I reached to the bedside table to get my phone, typing out a message to my sister

Me: Dinner on Saturday sounds good. Can I bring someone?

She texted straight back despite it being after 2a.m. That was what kids did to you. .

Jessica: A girl?

Me: A woman.

Jessica: Is she a hooker?

Me: Be nice. You’ll like her.

Jessica: Who are you and what have you done with my brother?

Me: I’ll see you Saturday. Love you.

Jessica: I don’t have ransom money, so you’ll just have to keep him.

I put the phone down and grinned to myself.