My legs quiver, and his hand holding my hair forcibly pushes it down to the desk, my cheek pressed against the papers.
Anticipation and nervousness sweep through me. I’ve broken all my own rules, and I simply can’t find it in me to care.
And then there’s a knock on the door.
“Natalie?”
Iris’s voice from the other side makes my blood go cold.
I try to lift my head, but Ethan’s hand doesn’t budge.
My eyes widen, but before I can say anything, he covers my mouth with his other hand and thrusts into me.
CHAPTER 21
NATALIE
Iris knockson the door again. “Natalie, you there?”
I can’t do anything aside from moan and whimper as Ethan’s cock moves within me at a punishing pace. His hand over my mouth is muffling all the sounds, but I can feel my juices slipping down my inner thighs, the sensual sounds of flesh striking flesh filling the room.
Iris will hear us.
Oh God, she’ll figure it out.
Oh—
Ethan’s fingers force their way into my mouth, and I know what he expects me to do. As he pounds my cunt, he whispers, “I don’t think the door is locked.”
My eyes widen in panic, and then one particularly hard thrust has me crying out into his fingers. He doesn’t stop, a relentless force, driving me wild, pushing me closer to the edge.
The exquisite sensation of his length rubbing against the most sensitive nerves lights them up, driving me to a state of mindlessness where nothing exists but this delicious torture.
If we’re discovered, if Iris walks in and sees me bent over my desk with Ethan railing me, my reputation will be?—
I shatter, my orgasm being ripped from me with startling intensity.
Ethan pulls out his fingers, yanking me back against his chest, his mouth covering mine as he swallows my cries and howls. He keeps moving, chasing his own pleasure and sending me over the edge once again.
Helplessly, my hips move against him, matching his rhythm as I feel him cum inside me.
My knees buckle, and he holds me against him, slumping into my chair.
“Well,” his voice is gravelly, his lips finding a sensitive spot on my neck. My nether regions are throbbing from the vicious session, and he just laughs when I glance nervously towards the door. “It was locked. Relax.”
Iris is no longer knocking, which means she must have left.
I smack Ethan in the chest. “What if she heard us?! You should have?—”
“Like I would let anyone hear those delicious sounds you make.” He bites my ear lobe and tugs, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Pervert.”
“You need a better comeback than that, sweetheart. For you, my perversions run very high.” His voice drops to that seductive timbre that makes my insides melt.
The term of endearment has me flushing, and he wraps his arms around my waist, his laugh low and tickling my ears. “So, I guess you’re not going to lunch then. How unfortunate.”
His chin is resting on my shoulder now, and I catch him grinning at me, satisfaction evident in those amber eyes. “You could at least pretend to be sorry.”
