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I gasp, eyes going wide as my body arches instinctively against him. He’s never done this to me before and I don’t know what to do, how to react. It makes me nervous, makes me squirm against him even as it takes my pleasure to a whole new level.

“Okay?” he murmurs against my mouth, his thumb stroking over a whole slew of nerve endings I never knew I had.

Part of me wants to say no, to tell him it’s too intimate, that it’s too much. But this is Ethan and with him, there’s no such thing as too much. There’s only more. More pleasure. More sensation. More intimacy. More and more and more until we’re part of each other, until I can’t tell where he begins and I leave off.

“Yes,” I gasp as my body starts to go into overload at the duel sensations. I’m trembling, sobbing, my nails raking down his back as my body arches against him, desperate for more. Desperate for whatever he’s going to give me.

It’s almost painful, how acute the sensations are. Painful and overwhelming and terrifying. He’s kissing me everywhere, touching me everywhere, and I want to live in this moment forever.

Except it really is starting to hurt, this need I have for him, the pain and pleasure mingling deep inside of me until I don’t know where one ends and the other begins. I know only that if we keep going like this, I’m going to go supernova, my body exploding outward in a blinding flash of heat.

“Ethan!” I wail, clinging to him as the sensations build and build and build inside me. The storm is still raging around us, the hot slap of the wind and rain only adding to the overload of emotion and pleasure that is swamping me, dragging me under.

“I’ve got you, Chloe,” he tells me again, right before he seizes my mouth in a kiss that takes me over completely. “Let go, baby. Just let go.”

He bites down hard on my lip at the same time he twists his thumb deep inside me. The result is a cataclysm of ecstasy sweeping through me, lighting me up from the inside and turning my whole body inside out as Ethan slams me into the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Fuck, Chloe!” he groans as my body goes haywire, vision blurring, breath stuttering, sex clenching rhythmically around him.

And then he’s coming, his face buried against my neck as he empties all that he has, all that he is, so deep inside of me that I know I’ll never, ever be the same again.





Chapter Ten


When it’s over, when my body has stopped wigging out in twenty-seven different directions and I can almost remember what it feels like to take a full breath, Ethan slides me slowly down his body until my feet meet the hard packed sand.

My legs buckle the moment I try to actually use them for more than holding on to Ethan, and I start to crumble. He catches me, his hands warm and big against my back as he holds me up.

“You okay?” he asks for what feels like the millionth time.

“I’m fine,” I tell him with an eye roll and a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m better than fine. I’m really good.”

He smiles then, the first real smile I’ve seen from him today. I can tell, because even in the shadows where we are still lurking, I can see his eyes light up like Times Square.

“Come home with me,” he says as he bends down to retrieve my now ruined suit pants.

I stare at them in dismay, wondering what the hell I’m going to do now that the only power suit I have is pretty much irreparably damaged. I should be more upset by this—hard to be a legal intern without a good suit—but I’ve just had the most amazing orgasm of my life and Ethan is here and he’s holding me, smiling at me, loving me. The suit seems like more than fair collateral damage.




“Chloe?” he prompts when I don’t answer him right away. “Am I pushing too hard?”

He is, absolutely, but then he wouldn’t be Ethan if he didn’t. And while I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to go home with him now, when we still have so many things to work out, saying no seems a little like closing the barn door after the horse. He’s already f*cked me into incoherence. What else could he possibly do, except more of the same? An outcome I’m nowhere near as opposed to as I should be, by the way.

“That depends,” I tell him, still eyeing my wet, sandy clothes with distaste.

“On what?” His eyes narrow and I can see the CEO in him gearing up for a serious negotiation. There’s wariness in his eyes, and the same leftover remnants of fear and agony that I know are in my own, as well.