A Calculated Seduction(39)

In all his days, he’d never had such an erotic experience. He shouldn’t have made love to her, but there had been no way he could have stopped once they got started. It complicated things, but the truth was, he didn’t give a damn. Dulcy was warm and soft against him and just thinking about her little moans had him growing within her again.

He squinted out the tinted window and realized Ted had driven them to his house, instead of Dulcy’s apartment. Ted apparently assumed Dulcy would be spending the night. A heavy sigh escaped him when he thought about the talk he would have with Ted. He didn’t want a word of this getting out in the company. Gossip in a small corporation like MacMillan Boots would spread like a brush fire and it would hurt Dulcy’s reputation, not to mention her feelings.

“Ethan,” she said. She kissed his neck again and then let out a little snore.

He chuckled, thinking about how good it was going to be waking up with her in the morning. But first things first, he had to get her into the house without too much fuss. He lifted her off of him, placed her on the seat beside him and zipped up his pants. As he rearranged her dress, pulling up the bodice, there was a knock on the window.

“What?”

“Are you ready, sir?” Ted said.

“Yes.” Ted opened the door and Ethan got out, then scooped Dulcy up into his arms. “Miss Menendez is a little sleepy.”

A small smiled curved his lips. “Yes, sir. Mr. MacMillan told me she would be going home with you tonight.”

Ah, so that’s how they ended up there.

“Ted, if you want to keep your job, you’ll keep your mouth shut about this.”

His expression sobered. “Of course, sir. I’d never gossip about Miss Menendez.”

Ethan nodded and headed up his front walk. Footsteps sounded behind him. He looked back over his shoulder.

“I thought you might need help unlocking the door.”

“Thanks, Ted.”

Once they were inside and Ted was on his way, Ethan sighed and headed for his bedroom. He placed her on his bed. She rolled away from him, snuggling into his pillows. Chuckling, he watched her wiggle her ass, trying to find just the right spot. She stilled, then sighed and let out another little snore. That dress couldn’t be that comfortable to sleep in, but he just didn’t know how to get it off her without waking her up.

He stripped out of his clothes, all the while watching her sleep. There was something so good about her, so sweet, so tender. The same undefined emotion shifted through him, throwing him off balance. He roamed to the other side of the bed. The moonlight illuminated her face. She’d folded her hands and tucked then beneath her head, just like a child. He shook his head, trying to deny what coursed through him. There was no fighting it, but he decided to ignore it for tonight. He pulled the covers down and slipped in beside her. She immediately snuggled closer to him, burrowing her nose beneath his chin.

Their situation was complicated. No matter what problems came out of it all, they would figure it out. They had to, because the one thing he discovered was living without Dulcy was not an option.





Chapter Eleven



Dulcy stretched her arms above her head and snuggled deeper under the covers. She didn’t want to wake and ruin the delicious feeling of silk against her skin. It had to be a dream, because she had good old cotton on her full-size bed. She rolled to her right and came in contact with something solid and warm. And very hairy.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and found herself face level with Ethan. At first, the fact she was in bed with him just didn’t register. Then she remembered the Gala, drinking too much champagne, flirting with him in the limo.

Oh, no.

Maybe it was all just a bad dream. She closed her eyes and then opened them again, but he was still there.

Darkness surrounded them, but she could still make out the stubble on his chin and the sexy half-smile curving his lips. She rolled onto her back. It was then she realized she was still wearing her dress. Well thank goodness for small favors. But that meant she’d had sex with him without even taking off her clothes.

Good Lord, she’d made love to her boss. How clichéd could she get? Heck, she didn’t even wait to get to his house. She’d jumped him in the limo. She closed her eyes again. The memories piled one on top of another. The foot rubbing, her flirting. Her whole body heated as she remembered how bold she’d been with him and how wonderful the sex had been.

She had to get out of there. Slowly, she scooted to the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb him. Just as she thought she’d escaped, his arm slid around her stomach and pulled her back into bed. He kept pulling her until her back was flush with his chest. His muscular thighs rubbed against the back of hers and his hard, thick cock prodded her bottom. A wave of heat swept through her.