Mending Heart |18+|

Chapter 8 🔥

Hot and Heavy

"Sexual tension is like a ruthless pigeon. Feed it once and it will follow you around forever. It never tires or goes on vacation. It just lingers." – Chelsea Fine

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"Ms. Anderson," Ethan's voice boomed making me stop mid-step. "My office, please."

What now, I thought.

As I turned around and walked towards him, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Does he not understand the meaning of busy?

As soon as I stepped foot in Ethan's office, he closed the door behind him and pulled down the blinds. A smirk played on his lips as I raised a questioning brow. His eyes raked down my body, practically undressing me as I shivered under his intense gaze.

"McKenzie. There seems to be an error with the hours you billed last week." Most of the time I tried to ignore his not-so-subtle gazes, but as I watched him lick his bottom lip, my legs began trembling.

"There is no error," I replied. "The amount of work we had to complete was more than the client initially let on. They're just going to have to suck it up and pay for the additional hours."

"I cannot tell a client to just suck it up." His eyes darkened as he advanced towards me.

I sighed as I took a step back from him, only for my back to hit his wooden desk. "I don't know what to tell you then."

His smirk widened as he trapped me between him and his desk. "But you always have something to say, Cupcake."

I gasped as his calloused hands wrapped around my waist and turned me around before I was roughly bent over and my face pressed against the wooden desk. Excitement formed in the pit of my stomach.

"I've wanted to bend you over this desk since I laid eyes on you, McKenzie." He growled, and I could feel his  hardening erection against me. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped my lips.

"So why didn't you?" I purposely wiggled under his grasp.

"Because I wanted you to beg for my touch, Cupcake." I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I had to physically restrain myself from turning around and looking at him.

As if reading my mind, I heard him let out a deep throaty chuckle before he pulled me back up and jerked me around – sitting me on top of his desk. "You think I'm going to beg?" I challenged, a smirk of my own tugging at the corners of my mouth.

In the process of him placing me on top of his desk, my red dress had ridden up and I was practically naked from the waist down. Still holding my gaze, Ethan dropped down to his knees and grasped my panties before roughly tearing them off.

There goes another pair of my favorite underwear.

I was going to protest about someone walking in, when suddenly he pulled my legs further apart and his mouth went to my clit.

"Ethan!" I shrieked, completely taken off guard by his abrupt movements. I continued to moan, my head tilting back as he dragged his tongue along my sex. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked through my body. My hands gripped onto him, keeping myself from falling over as my heart rate increased.

Why was it, that something so wrong felt so fucking good?

I continued to moan loudly a –