Bull: A Steamy Billionaire Romance Novel (8 page)

I felt him pause and place his
whole palm on the top of my leg, gripping it tightly.  He was communicating to
me.  He wanted inside.  He needed me.

He pulled his lips from my
chest and moved a hand to my throat, pinning me again.  My head was locked in
his direction, and his eyes split me open while his hand split my thighs. 
Fingers rummaged through layers of fabric in search of his gold mine.  He
followed the trace of liquid running down my leg and dared me to stay silent
with his eyes.

I couldn’t hold it in.  I let
out a quivering moan when his thick fingers found my slit, dipping in.  A thumb
circled my clit, and my eyelids fell in approval.  Ethan was good at this and
knew he couldn’t continue too long if he wanted to make it last.

In one quick motion he pinched
some fabric covering the hole he wanted into and ripped it to my knees, sending
up a crash of cool air.  He lifted my skirt up over my hips and around my waist,
revealing my vulnerable pussy.

He bent to my waist, wrapped
his arms around my legs, and threw me over his shoulder.  It felt like I was a
misbehaving child about to receive my punishment.  He carried me toward the
wall-sized window and laid me on the carpeted floor.  I could feel the fiber
bristles digging into my ass and lower back. 

I’m sure we were up too high
for anyone to see clearly, but the idea of being on display for the whole city
sent chills through me.  I imagined the town was built for us, the floor was a
stage, and everyone eagerly awaited the show.  I looked up at Ethan who had
paused to look outside.  I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

Time slowed to a stop and I
felt my heart swelling to explosion.  Ethan was sheathed in warm sunlight and
his eyes glistened gold and blue.  His dangerous intense figure softened and
exposed him for a safe, calm, and inspired man.  I suddenly felt a sad love for
him.  I wanted to hold his head to my breast and whisper assurances.  I wanted
to become his strength.

He turned toward me and I
thought I caught a tear in his eye before he lowered his lips to my knees,
kissing gently.  His energy had evolved from a beast to a lover and his daring
turned toward compassion.  He wrapped his hands around my thighs and slowly
kissed their insides. 

My pussy switched from eager
throbbing to a subtle yearning and my passion matured into patience.  I closed
my eyes and listened to the sound of the AC overhead rushing into the room,
while I waited for Ethan’s gorgeous lips to touch my pussy for the first time.

I imagined it would be like
fireworks shooting violently from the ground.  I expected explosions so large
they’d leave craters in my soul and turn me into damaged goods.  But he was
careful with me and sweet.  His tongue melted on my heat and became a part of
me.  Everything had boiled down to this moment.

The world disappeared and my
mind blocked out memories and dreams.  Time was dead.  It was only me and Ethan
in a dark expanse, drifting in the arms of one another.  His tongue began to
feel like an extension of my body, and for a moment I believed I was willing
myself to orgasm rather than being brought to it. 

Then there was music and my
ears were ringing from the fire.

The burning sent my head
spinning and colors danced around us in ribbons.  I tried to grab hold of reds
and tangerines, but all I found were the thick strands of Ethan’s hair between
my legs.  It was good enough for me.  I sailed above my body atop the waves
rolling just beneath the skin, and it felt like a dam being torn apart.  My
breath was squeezed out and I was spilling all over the floor.

I pried my eyes open to see an
upside down city and the sun on the ground.  The universe had spun in the wrong
direction and landed like this.  Ethan’s face lifted from me and sent an arctic
chill to cool the flames.  I turned my head to him and saw sweat dripping from
his hairline onto my stomach. 

He looked amazed, at me or
himself I wasn’t quite sure.  The look in his eyes was no longer dangerous, but
longing.  I read his thoughts and gave my head a nod.

He beamed a smile that could
rival the sun’s rays and reached for his buckle, removing his belt.  Next he
unbuttoned his collared shirt, exposing chiseled abs and a chest that could crush
me in one blow.  He stood fearlessly beside the glass, removed his pants and
let a coiled snake free.

His cock glistened in the
sunlight and it may have been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  He
kneeled between my legs and rested the base of it against my drenched slit.  I
was still reeling from orgasm and felt my lips pulse against his skin.  He
seemed to be enjoying it.

He wrapped his forearms around
my thighs and slid my hips closer as he maneuvered his thick head to my swollen
hole.  He pushed against my pillowed walls and sent ripples through my torso. 
I had to clamp my eyes shut from the pressure building, but I watched him
through the cracks. 

I felt him quiver through the
inside of my thighs.  He pushed the length of it all the way in, and my fingers
searched for something to clench, finding nothing.  He must’ve seen because he
laced his fingers into mine and they took a beating.  He used my grip to his
advantage, keeping me from sliding off his cock as he pumped in and out of me.

As he thrust faster, I heard a
series of groans escape him and a whimper escape me, but his deep voice soothed
me while his cock nearly ruined me.

He couldn’t last much longer
and leaned over me, horizontal, our hips one on top of the other.  His clenched
jaw and wide eyes hovered just above mine and the smell of his sweat invaded my
nostrils.  It was surprisingly sweet and I soaked it in.

He moved his elbows past my
shoulders to hold me in place.  His fists dug into the floor and he pounded me
quick and rough.  His joints stiffened and I could tell he was close.  I clasped
a fist of his hair in one hand and his bicep in the other to brace for his
violent eruption.

His tide crashed into me and
pushed me past the edge of the world, a horizon I couldn’t re-cross.  Even though
I was married, I was now Ethan’s for better or for worse.

I expected him to collapse, out
of breath, but he held himself up on his elbows and bowed his head.  He didn’t look
at me until I reached for his chin and lifted it to me.  His eyes were no
longer a risky lake dive at midnight.  They were a whole ocean against a
violent and flickering sunset.  He appeared more beautiful and dangerous than
ever, and I was drowning in him.

I knew in that moment he could
do anything to me and I wouldn’t put up a fight.  I thought about his deceased
wife and my loving husband.  I sent Jared a telepathic farewell in case I was
nearing my last breath.

Ethan leapt off me and grabbed
his slacks and belt.

“Get dressed.”  He said this
more like a CEO than a lover.  He tossed me my blouse and panties and I guided
them on over my curves.

I stood up, brushed myself off,
and moved toward Ethan who was now staring into the heart off the city.  I
didn’t dare touch him, but instead opted to stand beside him and watch the
clouds speed past the sun, casting shadow over the tiny people below.

Time had returned and my heart
beat slowed to a normal pace.  I wanted the silence in that moment to last forever,
and I never wanted to leave Ethan’s side, but a questioned burned in my mind
and I stupidly released it.

“I know I’m not one to talk
but,” I hesitated when I saw his jaw shift from side to side.  “are you
married?”  This was the only way I could think of to breach this topic of
discussion.  I had to hear his side of the story, if he’d give it to me.

He tensed and lowered his
head.  “No,” was all he said before walking back to his desk.  When he was
comfortably sitting in his chair with his feet raised on the table, he added,
“she was murdered.”

I was uncomfortably pleased
that he brought up the murder.  I expressed sympathy and pressed on.  “What
happened?” I asked.

His eyes flew at me like
daggers and split my heart in two.  He was no longer the soft man between my
legs in the warm sun.  He was a shark that smelled the blood of my intentions
and was ready for attack.

“I killed her,” he admitted,
building up a wall between us.  He could tell I wasn’t surprised at the news,
but he had expected that. 

“I don’t believe that,” I told
him, only half believing my own words.

“Yes you do.  That’s why you
brought it up.”

My heart reprimanded me for
bringing it up.  The clouds in the sky were piling onto each other and creating
a thick barricade between the city and the sun.  The yellow afternoon light
faded to green fluorescents.  My arms were covered in tiny bumps and a chill
moved through my veins.

“Ethan,” I started but I
couldn’t find the words.  I wanted to apologize and beg forgiveness.  I wanted to
be next to him, watching the city below.  I wanted his head on my chest,
whispering to him,
everything’s okay
.

“Would it even matter if I said
I didn’t do it?”  He stood abruptly from his seat.  “You’re just like the rest
of them.”

“I didn’t mean-“ I tried but he
cut me off with a loud roar.

“
Get out!
” he screamed,
shaking every bone in my body.  Without realizing it I was running out of his
office and down the narrow hall.  I could feel it closing in on me and my
breath was harder and harder to catch.

I ran past coworkers with tears
streaming down my cheeks.  It felt like my heart had been ripped to shreds by a
pack of wolves, and before I made it out of the building, I felt my knees and
hands crashing to the floor.

The world was shattered glass
and I was bleeding from every limb.  I didn’t bother trying to see past the
rivers in my eyes, and I couldn’t hear beyond my sobs.  I must have looked like
I was having a nervous breakdown.

In a matter of minutes I had a small
crowd by my side on the floor, rubbing my back and Sasha brought me a paper bag
to breathe into.  No one asked what was wrong and I was grateful to them for
it.

I collapsed in Sasha’s arms and
laid my head on her shoulder.  I cried everything out of me until I was running
on empty.  My arms hung limp by her side and she told me she would drive me
home.

I sat in the passenger’s seat
of Sasha’s car and watched the rain smack against her windshield.  I felt like
a machine that was shut down.  All thoughts and feelings had left me and were
scattered somewhere in the storm outside.  I never thanked her for the ride but
she knew I was grateful.

I stared at the modest house I
shared with Jared and slammed the car door shut.  She didn’t drive off
immediately, though I wished she had.  I stood in the rain until my hair and
clothes were soaked, until the smell of Ethan Sloane was washed from me.

8

I didn’t get out of bed the
next day.  I called in sick and it was only partly a lie.  Jared had left for
work while I slept and I woke up to an empty house, the silence crushing me.  I
couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan but at least I was through crying.  My chest
ached and my stomach became a void, but at least I wasn’t crying.

I switched between sleeping and
staring at the sunlight on the walls until Jared came home.  He said he’d try
to get off early and kept his promise.  I heard his car door slam and
remembered mine was still at the office.  I wished I could teleport it home so
I wouldn’t have to set foot on those grounds again.  I sat up for the first
time all day waiting for Jared to comfort me.

He brought me soup but I
couldn’t eat.  He climbed into bed and put his arms around me.  I sobbed into
them and he didn’t ask questions.  Still I couldn’t allow myself to keep this a
secret from him.  I controlled my quivering and confessed everything.

Jared didn’t flinch at the
news.  I was almost convinced he didn’t hear it.  His hand rubbed my shoulder
as I professed my heartbreak for a man other than him.  The more I spoke, the
guiltier I felt.  It swelled in me, filling my throat and choking my words.