Sloane: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Novel (7 page)

“Yes, sir,” I managed to spit out.  I felt myself getting stronger.

“What do you have for me today?  It’ll need to be impressive to make up for that abominable presentation the other day.”  His words shot through me like a bullet, and I suddenly cried out.

“I can’t believe you.  You ask me, a timid programmer, to give a presentation to the board and then have the gall to criticize it when you didn’t even show!”  I was furious and rediscovering my fearlessness.

“I didn’t have to show,” he said, lifting his eyes to mine at last.  They sparkled green and pierced through me.  “I gave you a golden opportunity to prove yourself, to come out on top, and you used it to collect a man’s phone number.  Tell me Mrs. Banks, how would your husband feel about that?”  He was ruthless and cold, but my anger subsided as I considered what he was saying.

He was upset that I took a man’s number.  He didn’t even know me and yet he was jealous.  Confusion swept over me but with a warmth I didn’t expect.

“My husband wouldn’t care.”  I couldn’t gather why that was my response.  I had so many other better choices, like
why does it matter? 

He rose from his seat and moved slowly around his desk.  He was tall and strong and made his way toward me.  I took a step back for each of his steps forward.  We were dancing now, but soon I was up against a wall, and he was less than a foot away.

“Is that so?  Well I mind, Mrs. Banks.  I am not running a business so people can hook up at board meetings.  It was very unprofessional of you and I’m disappointed in your behavior.”

“I’m sorry,” I pleaded, and before I could stop myself I blurted out, “I thought he was you.”

That seemed to slow him down.  He huffed and looked to his side, gazing out the window.  I followed his line of sight and noticed for the first time since I entered his office the skyline outside.  The glass ran from floor to ceiling and the sun reflected on all sides of the city.  Each skyscraper was a variation of blues and greens against a sky that was almost purple by comparison.  My heart palpitated and I forgot where I was.

I was jolted from my trance by a pair of strong hands lifting my wrists above my head and against the wall, and a pair of silver pools, drained of their emerald sparkle, staring into me.

“
You
,” was all I could say.  I would have recognized those eyes anywhere.  Standing there with my hands tied, chest pushed out, I could feel his body heat swimming over me, and my skin was electrified at his touch.

He didn’t respond, but moved his mouth into mine and let it linger softly.  I barely felt him and yet was consumed by his intensity. 

My head was spinning. 
Was this really him?  Was this our bull?
  I found myself repeating his name over and over in my head now that I finally knew it. 
Ethan Sloane.

His lips pushed in harder, sending a shock through my jaw and prying my mouth open.  I felt his kiss like an arrow through the back of my head pinning me to the wall.  He didn’t need to restrain me, I wasn’t going anywhere.

With one hand holding my two wrists, he used the other to tear my blouse open, exposing my lifted breasts in their black push-up.  He buried his head in the nape of my neck, and left a trail of hot kisses from my ear to my shoulder.  I could hear him smelling my hair and I tilted my head to catch the essence of his.  His thick black head harbored a woodsy scent, with a hint of strange spices, and I thought I could almost swim in it.

My skin tinged red under his touch and lips.  My body temperature was rising.  My breath escaped in rapid panting as his mouth neared my chest.  He alternated between tender kissing and soft bites of flesh.  My nipples rose beneath my bra and were almost strong enough to lift it from my skin.

I fell in love with the way he kissed me.  When he was smooth I thought of Jared, and when he was rough I crashed back into my reality with Ethan.  I was fucking both of them separately and simultaneously and it was intoxicating.

This is what I want,
I thought. 
I need them both,
one in mind while the other was in my hands. 

I felt my bottom lip part from the upper to free a low moan from my throat which was finally opening.  Ethan had removed the cups of my bra and had his lips surrounding my nipples.  My body was on fire from his electric kissing and I shifted in his grasp as my knees grew weak and my pussy dripped.

All I could think of now was how glad I was that I wore a skirt.  Ethan’s hand was on my waist and when he sensed I wouldn’t run, he lowered the other to my thigh, travelling slowly from my knee to the hem of fabric hiding the rest.

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
.