Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(145)

"Brit, come here," I say, embracing her in a hug. I see tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid Ethan," she says. "Very afraid."

She continues, "There's a man out there who wouldn't hesitate to see me dead."





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Brittney





I don't care about what happens next. I can't bring myself to betray  Ethan. Whatever the consequences are, I'll face them as long as he's  with me. When I first came into this, I came ready to do my job, but I  ended up falling for the best man I have ever met …  And I can't turn my  back on him. I deserve this.

It wasn't easy to stroll into his office with an admission of guilt,  throwing myself at his mercy. But this was what I had to do. Even if  Simon makes good on his word, there was no other option for me. Not  anymore.

So here I am, standing in front of Ethan, fear and hesitancy nestled in  my mind. I look at him with pursed lips, knowing that there's no going  back from this; this is my personal Rubicon, and I've just crossed it.  Cheryl dismisses herself from the room.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, taking one step toward him. He's standing in  front of his desk, dashing as always. And now, more than ever, I need to  feel his arms around me. "I really am."

"Don't." He brushes the back of his hand on my cheek, and then runs his  long fingers through my hair. "You're here, and you did right by me.  We'll work this out." I nod, hoping that his words turn out to be true,  and that everything will work out. Looking into his eyes and seeing the  confidence shining there, I can't help but trust him. Still, deep inside  of me I know that the world is a mean and dirty place, and it will do  everything to crush me. I know it, and Simon does too. "I promise you,"  he adds, and then leans into me. His lips touch mine, and there's a  gentle tenderness to our kiss.

"I'm so glad I met you," I whisper, pressing my forehead against his and  smiling. Whatever happens, nothing will change this. Meeting someone  like Ethan …  It was like finding an oasis after walking for years through  a barren wasteland.

"Me too," he says, pressing his mouth against mine once again. I take my  fingers to his face, and gently hold him as I part my lips and push my  tongue inside his mouth. My heart is beating steadily, and this time it  isn't just lust racing through my veins; there's love too. Love. It  feels good to admit it; I love him, and I wouldn't change that for all  the money in the world.

I let my hands fall down from his face and I press them over his chest.  Underneath his shirt and his pectorals, I can hear the steady beat of  his heart. It's silly to say this, but it almost seems that his heart is  beating at the same rhythm as mine. Right now, I can't help but feel  like the luckiest woman in the world.         

     



 

Sliding my fingers up from his chest to his collar, I loosen his tie and  then unknot it. Instinct guiding my hands, I start to unbutton his  white shirt, my fingers working swiftly. Once I get down to his  waistline, I untuck the shirt from his pants, and finally flatten the  palm of my hands against his abs. It doesn't matter how many times I  feel his body …  I can't get enough of it. It's almost as if God put Ethan  on this Earth for me to find out, all his perfection a hidden gift.

As I slide my hands over his abs, Ethan rests his hands on my ass, over  my skirt, and pulls me into his embrace. With my breasts pressed against  his bare chest, I feel my nipples hardening, a warmness spreading from  them and numbing my mind. Between my thighs, I feel my pussy growing  wet, desire spreading its wings inside of me.

"I want you," I tell him, pushing his shirt down his arms. "I need you,"  I continue, taking my hands to his head and grabbing his hair.

"I'm right here," he tells me, squeezing my ass cheeks as his lips curl into a smile.

"You are," I smile back, crushing my mouth against his. This time,  there's nothing gentle about the way we kiss; I surrender to that  craving inside of me and simply let loose. He does the same, sliding his  fingers under my skirt and hiking it slightly up; I tremble as I feel  his touch on my bare ass, and my hands dart to his waist. With an  anxious knot in my throat, I press one hand against his crotch; my heart  starts picking up the pace as I feel the hardness under his pants, his  cock already hard and pulsing with desire.

Pulling back from his kiss, I lay my lips against his neck. Slowly, I go  down on my knees, gently kissing him as I go. My lips brush over the  curve of his pectorals, then over the hard blocks of his abs, and each  kiss I lay on his body just makes me grow wetter.

When my knees finally touch the carpeted floor, I look up at him with an  easy smile on my lips. I take a deep breath, and steadying my hands, I  unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. Placing it on the  floor, I have to take another deep breath as I start unbuttoning his  pants. He just looks at me, running his fingers through my hair with a  tender smile on his face. In his eyes, there's that familiar flicker of  lust …  But there's something more too. Something gentle and kind.

With his pants now unbuttoned, I let my eyes wander down his body; his  cock is pushing back against his boxer briefs, its thick shape perfectly  delineated. Ethan's cock is almost as thick as a can of Coke, and with  its 12 inches, it's perfection made flesh. And what really matters is  that Ethan knows how to wield it; trust me, I know.

My heart is already galloping inside of my chest, and I can barely  steady my hands. Still, I lift my index finger and trace the contour of  his cock with just my fingertip, slowly moving it up and down his shaft.  As I tease him, he tangles his fingers in my hair, and I can already  feel the tension starting to mount in the way he holds me.

Running my tongue over my lips, I finally hook my fingers on his boxers,  and moving as slowly as I can, I pull them down. His cock jumps out at  once, all its size ready to ravage me. I lock eyes with Ethan once more,  curling my fingers around his shaft at the same time. Unblinking, I  start to flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down his cock at a slow  teasing pace.

"Every time I look at your cock," I say, a grin taking over my lips, "I  can't help but want to devour it." The pressure on his fingers grows  harder at my words, and he yanks on my hair, holding my head still.

"You can devour all of me," he tells me, and each one of his words feels  like a loaded gun. Anticipation is running high inside his head, and I  can see it. My grin growing wider and wilder, I push back against the  hold he has on me, and he relents, opening his fingers. My eyes never  leave his as I lean, tilting my head sideways as I allow my tongue to  part my lips; I reach for his cock with the wet tip of my tongue, and  then run it all the way down to its root. I move back up, and then down  again, repeating this coming and going motion until his whole body  starts to tense up. When I feel that he can't take it anymore, I grab  his cock harshly, and opening my mouth as wide as I can, I dive in.

His shaft slides inside my mouth at once, pushing down on my tongue and  against the inside of my cheeks. It doesn't matter how many times I go  down on him, the way he completely fills my mouth never fails to amaze  me. To fit his thickness between my lips, I have to strain my jaw to the  point where it starts to hurt, and no, I'm not complaining here, far  from it.

Forcing myself to go as deep as I can, I only stop when I'm close to  choking, his fat glans pressed tight against the back of my throat.  Pulling out, I slow down when my lips reach his glans, and I wrap them  tight around it, sucking as I lap at it with my tongue.

"You know, Brittney," he starts, and I look up at him, his cock still  filling my mouth, "you really know how to use that mouth of yours … " His  words give me a shot of confidence, and I start to bob my head as fast  as I can. I curl my fingers around his shaft and, as I suck on him, I  start to stroke him as well.

Moving in a pendulum motion, I keep going until his cock starts to pulse  wildly against my tongue; moving fast, he holds my head in place and  stops me completely. Then, without a moment's pause, he starts to  thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace.

As I let him fuck my mouth, I push his pants and boxer briefs down his  legs, sending them down to his ankles. Suddenly, he pulls back, his cock  springing free at once. He kicks off his shoes to the corner, and after  stepping out of his pants, pulls me up to my feet.

"You know," he whispers, placing two fingers under my chin, "I never  fucked anyone inside this office." I grin, gently chuckling as I see the  eagerness in his eyes.

"I find that hard to believe, Ethan," I tell him, looking around the  room. Two of the walls are floor-to-the-ceiling mirrors, and I see no  other reason but sex for having something like that mounted here.  Wherever I'm looking, I can see my reflection staring back at me, and I  can already imagine how amazing it must be to fuck him while I watch  everything unfold from all angles.