Claire
Ethan Knight set my body and soul on fire. I had expectations, but he’d blown every one of them out of the water.
Naked, I stepped out of the shower reeling from the finger-fuck he’d given me while washing down my body. Grabbing a towel, he started to dry me off. I stood admiring him as little pellets of water dripped down his muscular body.
But it wasn’t only his perfect six-pack and pecs that screamed male model that riled me up. No, the way he focused his eyes on me with his chiseled face and touched me with his long fingers were unlike any man I had ever experienced.
“Perfection,” I heard him mutter as he knelt down and slowly dried off my legs.
I bit my lip, smiling, and I ran my hands through his hair as he diligently got every drop and paused at my waist. His mouth nibbled around my belly button, to the bones of my hips, and more intensely on my mound.
"Ethan," I whispered, already starting to breathe heavy again as I felt my already sensitive sex start to drip once more.
He looked up at me with his fuck-me eyes. "I want all of you, Claire," he murmured, then he continued to worship my body and pulled me more into his face. His soft lips and warm tongue moved over me, igniting a new rush of heat through my bones.
I couldn’t help it. I loudly moaned as if I hadn’t already soared twice with him that day.
Slowly, one at a time, his knee moved with my leg. He backed me up against the bathroom wall and picked me up by my ass cheeks, then threw my legs around his shoulders.
As his lips and tongue came down on my already throbbing pussy, I let out a gasp. Ethan Knight was, hands down, the king of oral sex.
He knew exactly what I wanted...what I needed. Starting off slow, as if he didn’t want to miss anything, his tongue lazily explored every part of me.
Circling. Swiping. Flicking.
Little noises of worship flew out of his mouth against my bare skin.
I pressed my body into the wall to steady myself while frantically pushing his head against me. Moaning and grunting against him, I dug my fingers into him and soared quickly up, up, up.
His lips lightly closed around my pulsing clit as I shivered against him. He gently sucked at first and then flicked, taking his time and driving me higher and higher.
I felt the slow tremble of my body, instead of the usual fast surge I was used to. I desperately cried out to him, “God, Ethan, don’t stop... Faster... Suck me... Oh God, please!”
He softly laughed against my sex as his warm hands pulled my hips into his face while securing me against the wall. Sucking me into his lips, he didn’t let up. Teasing me. Taunting me. Worshipping me.
“Fuck, you taste good, Claire.”
“Oh fuck... Oh fuuuuck,” I puffed out, and pushed his head harder against me.
And then it started—my final descent into paradise as I burst into a million pieces, flying and quaking against his mouth while he continued to latch onto me.
When I’d stopped shaking, he kissed all around me and sent new tingles to all my nerve endings. Slowly, he removed my legs from his shoulders and released me to the ground.
My legs were unstable. He kept me against the wall and moved up my body, fluttering against my stomach, stroking my hip, sucking on my breasts, until he finally met my mouth and consumed my lips as if savoring me.
My stomach growled.
Softly laughing, he pulled back and left me breathless. “You haven’t eaten in days. Let’s go get some clothes on and I’ll take you to breakfast.”
I started laughing. “In my pink dress or your t-shirt?”
“I have clothes for you.”
I slyly looked at him. “You keep extra women’s clothes in your house?”
He laughed and led me into the bedroom. “No, I ordered clothes for you yesterday. They arrived last night.”
I jerked my head. “Why?”
“Your dress is covered in puke and says ‘dry clean only.’ It’s summer. I couldn’t just throw a jacket over you... Not that I would ever do that to you anyways.”
"What's wrong with just a jacket?" I teased.
He didn't answer, and handed me a Neiman Marcus bag. A pair of pink shorts, a super soft t-shirt, and a pair of Gucci flip-flops were inside, along with the sexiest, barely there, hot-pink thong and push-up, see-through bra.
I stood speechless and overwhelmed. At first I teased him by waving the bra and thong up. “Have visions of me in this?”
With a cocky grin but a small flush on his face, he licked his lips and gave me his ever-so-cool fuck-me eyes. He leaned down and kissed me. “Get dressed.”
Warm flutters ran through me. This was beyond sweet...and expensive! I stared at the price tags. The thong alone was worth a few meals.
My head snapped up. “Ethan...let me pay you for these. This is too much.”
He grabbed the tags, quickly pulled them off, and crumpled them in his hands. “Sorry, didn’t know those were on there,” he grumbled.
“Ethan—”
He put his fingers over my mouth. “Please, stop. You aren’t paying me.”
My stomach rumbled. He laughed. “Put your clothes on. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry.”
I didn’t move. My stomach rumbled again.
He slapped my ass and walked into his closet to put on his own clothes.
I’d put on my thong and bra just as he walked back out and stared at me with his fuck-me eyes and gulped.
“What?” I looked at him quizzically.
“I’m going to stay on this side of the room. I totally underestimated you in those, and if I come over there, we aren’t leaving.”
“Come over, then,” I taunted him.
He groaned, then shook his head, ogled me some more, and said, “I’m going to do the right thing and feed you. Get dressed.”
I laughed.
We quickly got ready and left his apartment.
Hand in hand, we stepped out into the daylight.
He took a big breath. “Fresh air feels good.”
I agreed. Then I realized he probably hadn’t been outside since Friday night. I stopped.
He turned to me. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think I thanked you for taking care of me. You’ve done way more than you had to.”
He swept his thumb across my cheek. “You already did, but there’s no need to thank me, Claire. I’m glad you’re okay now, and that nothing worse happened.”
I shuddered at the thought.
He gently swept his lips across mine. My stomach rumbled again. He laughed. “Let’s go get some food in you.”
We sat in a booth across from each other.
“Make sure you look at the menu and avoid the shellfish this time,” I teased him.
“Ha, ha.”
The waitress quickly took our order and was back with coffee. “This tastes so good.” I closed my eyes as the hot liquid filled up my belly.
“Wait till you try the pancakes. Although I didn’t think you would be a pancake girl, either.”
I squinted my eyes at him. “Okay, what kind of girl did you think of me as? I’m not supposed to like hot dogs or pancakes? What kind of girl is that?”
He laughed, hard. “Hey, I’m glad you’re not only eating salad around me.”
“Oh, so that’s the kind of woman you date.”
He shrugged and blushed a tad.
“So you know, I like vegetables, too. But not for every meal.”
He grinned at me, teasing, “Good to know. I won’t throw you to the curb when I see you order salad.”
“Already thinking about throwing me to the curb, huh?”
The smile fell off his face. “No.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. Something in his face looked bothered. I was going to ask him about it when the waitress arrived with our food.
The look was gone. A smile was back on his face. “Go ahead, dig in.”
I poured syrup on my pancakes and took a huge bite. “Oh my God, I’m in heaven,” I gushed as the fluffy, buttery concoction melted in my mouth.
He laughed.
I put a forkful to his mouth. “Here, you can’t only eat eggs when this is in front of you.”
Opening his mouth, I shoved the pancake in. “Mmm...you’re right. Pretty delicious.”
We ate in silence for a bit. The events of the past few days replayed in my head. “Hey…” I hesitated.
“What is it, Claire?”
“I don’t think you should stay with Dan. I know you’re his client, but he isn’t equipped to help you with these charges, and he should be telling you that.”
He nodded. “Okay. But you can’t be my attorney now.”
“But I can refer you to a great one. My friend Ben Demar is the best. He’s better than me.”
“I doubt that.”
“No, really, he is,” I insisted. “Why don’t you let me call him?”
Ethan thought for a bit. “I would appreciate that. But Claire, I don’t want you to do anything that is going to harm you or your reputation.”
“Don’t worry about—”
He cut me off. “But I am. I’m serious. I don’t want my issues harming you in any way.”
“They won’t. You’re not my client anymore. Nothing happened while you were. I can honestly go under oath and say that. Everything will be okay,” I assured him.
He didn’t look convinced. Ethan started to say something and stopped.
“What? Say it.”
“Is associating with me going to harm you in any way?” Ethan’s eyes drilled into mine, searching that whatever came out of my mouth was the truth.
I didn’t directly answer it and tried to play a bit dumb. “Why would it?”
“Claire!”
“Ethan, I know you’re innocent. We just have to figure out who did it.”
Ethan let out a big sigh and grabbed my hand. “Claire, I look guilty right now. I know it...and I know that you can’t sit here and honestly tell me that I don’t. No matter how innocent I am, it’s not what the world will see if I get charged. If you’re tied to me personally, how does that affect your career?”
My stomach started to flip. “What are you suggesting, Ethan? You don’t want to see me again?”
“Of course I want to see you again. But it doesn’t matter what I want. You have to look out for yourself and your new firm.”
“Ethan, why don’t you let me worry about my career and my firm? You worry about your own issues.” I stuffed another bite into my mouth.
“Claire,” he said sternly.
I put my hand up. “We’re past the point of this conversation. Too much has happened. Either you want me or you don’t, but this isn’t going to be a factor in us being together. I knew all about your issues when I kissed you Friday night.”
Ethan sighed. “This doesn’t have anything to do with my feelings for you. You know I want you, Claire. But what if I go to jail? Who’s going to want to hire you then?”
I knew deep down he was right, but I wasn’t going to acknowledge it. “We’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“But you don’t know that.” His sad eyes gazed into mine. “And you aren’t my attorney anymore, so this isn’t your case to fight.”
“Ethan, don’t do this. Let me help you.”
“How? You said it yourself—we crossed the line.”
“But I can help you in different ways now. I can’t defend you, I can’t be there for your interrogations, but I can help you figure out who did this.”
He didn’t say anything and turned his head away from me. I could see his mind grappling with different scenarios.
“Ethan, look at me.” I grabbed his hand.
He slowly turned toward me.
“Let me help you. Please.”
He stroked my hand with his fingers. “I appreciate the offer, but you have a lot to do with your new firm. I won’t get in the way of that.”
I laughed. “I have nothing to do for three months. My office is being remodeled.”
He jerked his head at me. “Why did you give your notice, then?”
“Because Dan doesn’t always do what’s right for his clients,” came flooding out of my mouth.
Shit. I shouldn’t have disclosed that.
Ethan glowered at me. “Claire, what do you mean?”
I sighed. “Look, I shouldn’t have said that. I can’t disclose confidential stuff, all I can tell you is to look at your situation. He should never have told you that he would represent you on this matter unless I was involved from day one. I was his only criminal attorney. He’s a business attorney, not a criminal one. This is above his level of expertise.”
Sitting back against the booth, Ethan put his hands on his face.
I got up, slid into the booth next to him, and grabbed his hands. “Ethan, let me help you.”
He sighed. “Okay, you win. But if this starts to harm you in any way, you’ve got to promise me you’ll step back.”
I didn’t understand what he meant by step back. Personally? Professionally? I wasn’t going to ask. I just nodded.
Finding out who did this to Ethan was going to be my number one priority.