Claire
All day and night, I slept. Periodically, I would wake up. Ethan would check on me and make me take small sips of water and something sweet. Maybe it was Gatorade? A few times I remembered him holding a cracker to my lips, but I couldn’t eat it.
I thought it was all a dream.
At some point in the middle of the night, I woke up unsure where I was.
I glanced at my side. Next to me, Ethan slept peacefully. So I haven’t been dreaming?
I quietly got up and went into the bathroom, opened his drawer, and found several extra toothbrushes still in boxes. I grabbed one and opened it, then poured a capful of mouthwash into my mouth. Swishing with mouthwash and brushing my teeth felt like heaven.
Poor Ethan probably needed to puke himself from the stench of my breath.
Mortified at the reflection staring back at me, I opened his cabinet to find a washcloth. I looked around his bathroom and finally decided the foaming hand soap was going to have to do.
Tying my long hair into a knot, I scrubbed all the makeup I could off my face. When I thought I couldn’t get anymore, I searched in his drawer and found some Q-tips to remove more eye makeup.
Confusion filled my still-foggy brain. I dried my face and looked back in the mirror. I had so many questions. I didn’t understand how I’d gotten here, nor why I had been so sick. The previous night and all day were a complete blur. All I knew was that Ethan had taken care of me.
I wracked my brain. I remembered kissing Ethan in Derek’s office. His soft lips and tongue had teased mine, and his hard body had pressed against me. Then I remembered him pushing me off him.
How did he find me? He’d left Club D and told me he was done with me.
Flashbacks of the bar I was in came to me in spurts. I remembered ordering a Long Island and sucking on a lime.
Once again, I wondered how I’d gotten to be in Ethan’s apartment.
Did he put me in a bath?
I looked down and realized I was wearing nothing but his t-shirt.
Where were my underwear and bra? My dress?
Staring at myself in the mirror, I started to spiral. What the hell happened?
I remembered the pain of a horrible headache, but it wasn’t there anymore.
Did I have sex with Ethan? I wracked my brain. No, I didn’t think so. He only took care of me. I was sure of it.
I walked back into the bedroom and saw that while I’d slept under the covers, Ethan was on top of the covers and wore shorts and a t-shirt.
Okay, he definitely only took care of me.
What day was it? I looked around for my purse, but it wasn’t anywhere in the room. My phone was in my purse as well as my credit cards, license, and apartment keys. Great. Did I leave it at the bar?
There were so many questions. I tried not to panic. I went over to the window and stared out into the skyline as I tried to breathe through my anxiety.
Ethan stirred, and I could feel his eyes on me.
I slowly turned to him. “Hey. I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
He shook his head. “You didn’t. How are you feeling?”
I walked to the bed and sat down next to him. “Starting to feel a little human again.”
He smiled. “That’s good.”
“What day is it?”
“I think it’s officially Sunday morning.” He yawned.
I bit my lip. Have I been here since Friday night?
He sat up straighter, moved closer to me, and gently stroked my back. “You okay?”
“I don’t know...how I got here...or...how I’m here with you?” I focused on my fingers that were fidgeting in my lap.
“What do you remember?”
“You hating me... A bar... A shot of tequila…”
Ethan grabbed my chin and moved it toward him. “I don’t hate you.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Shh.” He put his finger over my lips. “I shouldn’t have gone crazy on you like that.”
I shook my head. “No, I should have told you.”
He shrugged. “Should you really have, though? You were only doing your job and being professional.”
I stared into his eyes. “I should have told you.”
He ignored my comment. “I’m pretty sure either the bartender or the guy next to you drugged you. I was in the bar and saw you when you walked in. I don’t think you would have gotten this sick off one-and-a-half drinks and a tequila shot.”
I took a shaky breath. “So you’ve been taking care of me since Friday night?”
He smiled. “I guess you can say that.”
“Thank you.” I reached over and gave him a light peck on the lips.
Ethan froze.
Shit. He told me he was done with me. He only took care of me because he’s a good guy.
“Sorry!” I quickly turned my head away as my face started to burn with embarrassment.
“Claire?”
Ugh. I still loved the way my name rolled off his tongue.
I slowly turned my head back to him and raised my eyebrow.
“What are you sorry about?”
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I appreciate you taking care of me. You’ve done way more than anyone should have to. I’ll get out of your hair now.” I quickly stood up.
He jumped off the bed, grabbed my arm, and spun me back to him. “Claire, stop.”
I slowly looked up.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I’m trying hard to be a gentleman. I don’t want to take advantage of the situation. Please, don’t leave right now.”
My heart started racing. I could hear the tick-tock of the clock. Slowly, my lip started trembling.
“Hey”—Ethan’s thumbs caressed my cheeks—“what’s really going on here?”
I closed my eyes as he continued to caress my cheeks. I slowly opened them to see his intense eyes worried about me. “I was selfish. I crossed a line. You were a client. The truth is, I could have still represented you at my new firm, but I was scared.”
I assumed he would be mad at me, but he gently pushed my hair behind my ear. “All right. Tell me what you were scared of.”
“Of getting disbarred.”
“Why would you get disbarred?”
“Because I have feelings for you, and I didn’t trust myself to be around you and not act on them anymore.”
“What if I’m glad you told me you wouldn’t represent me...because I would have done something, and that wouldn’t have been fair to you? And if you got disbarred because of me, I would never forgive myself.”
A tear dropped down my cheek.
Slowly, Ethan brought his lips to mine. My lips trembled against his. I moved my arms up to his neck, pulled him closer to me, and ran my hands through his silky hair.
He grabbed my butt cheeks and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him. His shirt bunched up, and my naked lower half smacked against his hard abs. I ground into him. He groaned when my pussy hit his skin.
“Ethan,” I whispered.
“Mmmm.” He continued to kiss me.
“I don’t want you to be a gentleman.”
He stopped kissing me, as if to process what I was telling him. “Claire, I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”
“I won’t.”
“But you’ve been drugged and sick.”
“I’m fine now,” I insisted.
He shook his head. “Let me take care of you tonight. If you feel the same way tomorrow, then I won’t object.”
“Would you regret it tomorrow?”
“If you would, then yes.”
“But if I didn’t regret it, then you wouldn’t?”
“That’s right.”
“So you do want me, then?”
“Claire, you know I want you.”
He was being ridiculous. I knew exactly what I was saying and asking for. I wouldn’t regret this in the morning.
I guess I’ll have to play his game.
I slowly agreed.
Ethan put me down on the bed and pulled the covers over me.
“Will you at least get under the covers with me?”
He laughed. “Yeah.”
“And I think it’s only fair that you take your pants off, since I’m not wearing any panties.”
He started rolling with laughter. “Absolutely not. There’s no way I can control myself if my dick is lying naked next to you.”
“Keep your underwear on, then, but take those shorts off.”
He grinned at me and took his shorts off. “Is that better now?”
"Take your shirt off to make up for my panties."
He softly laughed, but pulled it over his head.
Holy shit! My eyes gazed over his rock-hard abs and chiseled chest. I licked my lips, then finally just said, “There, that’s better.”
Heat rushed into his eyes as he saw me checking him out. “You do realize that you’re torturing me right now?”
I laughed. “Get under the covers.”
Ethan scooted under the covers.
Before he could say anything, I ripped off my shirt and quickly propped my body on top of his and pushed my knees on both sides of his hips. My naked breasts lay against his warm chest. I started kissing him—hard.
“Claire,” he groaned, “this isn’t exactly what I meant by letting me take care of you.” His massive dick was steel through his underwear, and I ground into it, hard. “Fuck, Claire.”
“I know what I want. I want you, Ethan,” I whispered as I pushed my lips against his and my tongue eased into his mouth.
He groaned again. His strong arms were soon around my back, and his hands caressed my naked ass cheeks.
I dipped my hand and started moving it into his underwear.
He grabbed my hand. “Claire, stop. If you don’t stop, I’ll go sleep on the couch.” He was serious.
I puffed out a big breath. “Fine. You win.” I rolled off him to the other side of the bed.
He put his arm under my body and pulled me back into him so I was against his chest. His fingers started trailing down my back. He kissed the top of my head. “Go to sleep. You need your rest,” he ordered.
“I really do feel fine.” I yawned.
He laughed. “I’m glad, but you still need to rest.”
I snuggled into him. “Okay.”
“And Claire?”
“Hmm?” I yawned again.
“Don’t wake up and sneak out if you no longer want me in the morning. Just tell me.”
I snuggled closer into him. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
Ethan
God, she feels so good.
I was having the best dream ever. Snuggled into my one arm, Claire’s sexy body was half on mine with her leg wrapped around my waist. Her sweet lips pressed against my neck, near my collarbone. I could feel her wetness on my pelvis.
A rolling wave of warmth ran through me. I reached over and stroked her hair. My other arm pulled her in closer to me as I caressed her naked back and petted her ripe ass.
I could feel her mouth moving toward mine. Her delicious tongue was soon in my mouth.
Exploring me.
Teasing me.
Sucking me.
I pulled her more onto my body. My hands fondled her luscious curves. “Oh, you’re more amazing than I thought you’d be,” I mumbled between kisses.
Her fingers slowly grazed down my body, and soon were dipped into the opening of my boxers, and she stroked my throbbing cock.
I groaned, then pulled her wetness on top of me.
“Ethan, where do you keep your condoms?”
Condoms? I don’t dream about condoms. I opened my eyes. I wasn’t in a dream. The real-life Claire Whitfield was in my arms, her killer body on top of mine, ready to fuck me.
“It’s morning. I haven’t changed my mind.”
I grinned. “I thought I was dreaming.”
She bit her lip, smiled, and shook her head.
Pulling her back to my mouth, I reached over to the nightstand and fumbled with the drawer. I grabbed a slew of condoms and tossed them on the bed.
I leaned up and flipped her underneath me. My eyes scanned her beautiful face, succulent neck, and the most amazing natural breasts I’d ever laid eyes on. “You’re too beautiful, Claire.” I tried to decide what I wanted my mouth on first.
She glanced at me, shy almost, bit her lip again, and tried to hold back her smile.
My dick throbbed just looking at her. She’s fucking perfect.
Finally, I decided I had to have her breasts. My fingers slowly outlined her roundness, then her perfectly pink nipples. Swirling my fingertips on them, I watched her face as her chest started to move quicker with each breath.
I wanted to devour her, but I wanted to savor her.
I wanted to tie her up, but I didn't want to ruin the moment if she wasn't into it.
I wanted to lick every inch of her body, and then I wanted to lick her some more.
My lips and tongue made their way to her delicious breast as I feasted on her fullness and indulged in her pink hardness. Heat surged through me with every breath, every moan that flew out of her.
She pulled my face back to her and hungrily devoured my lips. She took her hands and pushed my boxers down my body and immediately began grinding her dripping pussy into my pulsating cock.
I groaned.
“Condom, Ethan... Get the condom. I need you in me,” she breathed at me.
She needs me in her? Is this girl for real? I groaned again.
“Please,” she whimpered, and pushed her warm, slick hole right against the cap of my cock.
“Fuck, Claire!” I moaned.
“Condom—now!” she panted.
I’ll have to taste all of her later. I reached over and grabbed the pack, ripping one open with my teeth. Quickly sliding it over my tight rod, I entered her in one thrust.
She wrapped her arms around me tighter with a hitched breath and moaned sweetly.
As I moved within her, I pushed her hair back from her face. I sucked lightly on her neck as she whimpered in my arms and slightly trembled.
Is this really happening?
Her legs wrapped around me and squeezed me tighter to her.
“You’re perfect,” I mumbled into her neck and circled my hips into her slightly faster.
“Don’t stop... Oh God…Ethan,” she cried out.
“You’re so good, Claire,” I blurted out.
"Please don't stop," she begged me again as her mouth formed a tiny O.
Our bodies became infernos. They glistened with sweat and moved with perfect fluidity as adrenaline pumped through our veins.
My nerves were humming as her walls gripped my shaft tighter and pulsed on me in the most delightful way.
I pushed my forehead into hers. Her face was flushed, and her lip trembled hard. Tiny moans that grew louder flew out of her mouth. Her eyes blinked and tried to focus on mine.
How is she so lovely?
Claire’s flawless body ground harder into mine. Savagely, she grabbed my ass and pushed me into her and begged me to go faster.
She was shaking harder now. I watched her, mesmerized, and tried to take a mental photo of every expression, every sound, every pulse of her body.
At that moment, I knew she was different. I already knew there was no one on Earth like Claire Whitfield, but no one had ever felt as good or appeared as beautiful as she did.
As my body thrust harder into her, my balls started to tighten, and a new warmth surged within me. She gripped me tighter, her nails dug into my back, and incoherent words rushed out of her luscious mouth. I hit her sweet spot once more, and she started shattering beneath me.
A slow, gradual tremor became a violent explosion within her. The most beautiful, sexiest, delicious experience I’d ever had—and it sent me into my own explosive state.
I pulsed hard into her, cried out her name, and ricocheted like never before. Adrenaline flew through my veins as her body continued quivering beneath me.
Coming down from my high, I rolled both of us onto our sides and pulled her back into my mouth.
Wanting her.
Needing her.
Craving her.
She was heaven in my arms. I needed to figure out a way to not go to jail and keep her.