The Billionaire's Marriage Contract(53)

“Was that so hard?” Ethan asked as Amy pushed open the bedroom door.

A moment later, they had both tumbled into bed. Amy slid her fingers under Ethan’s boxers and pulled them down over his thighs. At the same time, Ethan reached forward and tugged at Amy’s panties. While she had rushed to pull his underwear off, Ethan seemed to linger, taking his time as he lowered the panties lower and lower down her thighs. By the time he had reached her knees, Amy was delirious with anticipation.

Amy trembled with delight as Ethan worked his hands over her body. Dear God, did he know what he was doing. Each kiss, each pass of his tongue against her sensitive skin made her want him more and more. Amy could feel her worries and plans and anxieties floating away as she braced herself against Ethan. Soon, she felt like there was nothing in the world but her and him. “I need you,” she whispered in his ear. She kissed his stubbled cheek, and then pressed her lips against his again. She moaned as Ethan slid inside her, slowly rocking her back and forth, sending unbelievable thrills through her body.

Ethan pulled Amy tight against himself as they tumbled against each other, settling into a low rhythm. Mind blank, heart racing, Amy listened to the echoes of her hurried breaths fill the room. The bed creaked beneath them as they began to rock faster against each other. The thrill of skin on skin drove new thrills through Amy’s body. The heat and the thin layer of sweat between their bodies felt wonderful. Amy felt pleasure pulsing through every inch of her body.

Amy shouted with delight as every motion of Ethan’s body against hers brought her closer and closer to bliss. She could feel the surge of climax rising up inside her core, but she wanted to savor it. She wanted that feeling to last forever, that feeling of connection, of oneness and pure, unthinking pleasure.

Amy could hear her shouts of ecstasy echoing through the room, but she barely realized them as her own. The pleasure filled her, throbbed inside her, made her weak and dizzy with excitement. Amy could feel the tension building, and she knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. Ethan kissed her neck and her collarbone, sending new thrills through her body, and Amy bit down on her lip, trying to savor the pleasure for one last moment before giving in to the overwhelming crush of orgasm.

She pulled herself as tight as she could against Ethan, tensing her muscles as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her. She raked her nails across his back as she felt her pleasure begin to plateau. Amy shouted again as climax rang through her body. Finally, she relaxed and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with cool air. Amy’s heart was still racing. She could feel the sweat on her chest and her belly and she rolled over and laughed as she tried to slow her pulse.

Ethan rolled over and kissed Amy’s shoulder. “So, have I convinced you to keep the keys?”

“I’ll consider it,” Amy replied. “I might need to spend the night before I make my final decision.”

“You can spend as many nights as you’d like.”

“I just might.” Amy intended to take Ethan up on his offer. She rolled over and admired the city lights shining through the thin shades on Ethan’s window. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad arrangement after all.

***

A week later, Amy and Vi moved into Ethan’s apartment. They didn’t really bring much with them aside from clothes and a few personal items. The furnishings from Amy’s much more classic home just didn’t mesh with the cleaner, more modern lines of just about everything in Ethan’s place. Besides, Amy had told herself, this was all just temporary. As soon as Vi was well enough, they would move back to her house in Georgetown.

When Amy carried in the last of their stuff, she sat down in the middle of the floor and looked around. “It just lacks a woman’s touch,” she said with a sigh.

Vi smiled at her. “That’s funny dear, because the only thing I’ve been lacking is a man’s touch.”

“Vi!” Amy said. She laughed and shook her head. There was never a dull moment.





Chapter 18

In the weeks after Amy moved in, Ethan continued to romance her, bringing her to dinner, bringing her flowers and leaving thoughtful little notes by the bedside for when she woke up in the morning. Of course, that was far from the most thoughtful thing he had done for her in bed. Amy had started saving the notes and bringing them with her to work.

Since she had returned from the trip, she had no patience for her job. What had, for years, been the driving purpose of her entire life now felt like a burden, something to trudge through before going back to see Ethan. The work itself hadn’t changed much. Her nights were just that much more interesting. The romantic dinners, and the incredible, dizzying, mind-bending sex that always followed just made her job seem so uninteresting.