on reality and descended into a world of pleasure and depravity.
Ethan stopped to grab something from his pants pocket. When I realized it was a condom, I twisted around to watch him drop his pants and stole a glance at his cock.
I bit my lip at the sight of him and let my gaze wander up his body. He still wore his shirt. It hung open, crooked and messy, as he rolled the condom down his shaft and stepped in close.
He caught me staring. “Like what you see?”
Words were lost on me, so I merely nodded, arched my spine, and spread my legs.
He took the hint and ran his cock along my dripping wet pussy. My insides tightened just at the thought of him entering me. When he finally did, I was thankful to have the sofa cushions to squeeze to death because he stretched me open. He took my hips and worked himself in deep before leaning over me to worship me with kisses while I adjusted to him. Once I relaxed, he gave me more, and inch by inch, I took him until he was buried to the hilt inside me.
My pussy pulsed around him, and for a moment, he teased me by staying perfectly still.
But it was only a moment.
Ethan rocked his hips. I moaned. He held me firmly against the sofa and drove in deep and worked up to a momentum that had me seeing stars. My vibrator could never have made me feel like that.
I cried out when he hit the right spot. He responded by maintaining the momentum and position until I came for a second time. My cries were delirious and wild and sounded foreign in my own ears.
Ethan dropped over me and rolled his hips, grinding against me. “You’re so damn sexy, Kathryn,” he whispered in my ear.
I quivered.
He ran a hand up my neck to cup my chin and hold my head up while he worked his way deeper and deeper inside me. He groaned in my ear and kissed my cheek and I gave in to another toe-curling wave of pleasure as he came hard and fast.
My body sang with release as his thrusts slowed, and I felt just as sparkly and warm as the lights on his Christmas tree.
Chapter 22
Ethan
I woke facedown in bed with my pillow half over my head and one arm dangling off the side of the mattress. It was impossible to tell what had woken me, the snore I’d been in the middle of exhaling or the daylight streaming through the windows. The sky was cloudy but bright and I’d been too preoccupied last night to get around to closing the blinds. A quick glance at the clock on my nightstand told me it was a quarter after seven in the morning.
What time had Kathryn and I gone to bed?
I replayed the events of last night in my mind like an old-school movie reel and smiled at the memory. What a ride. The feeling of Kathryn’s naked body pressed up against mine was still there if I concentrated enough, and I was convinced I could still smell her perfume.
With a contented sigh, I rolled over and fluffed my pillow. “How did you sleep?” I reached across the mattress, eyes still half closed with fatigue, and searched for Kathryn.
My reaching fingers found only cold sheets.
I frowned and propped myself up on one elbow. The bedroom was empty. The bathroom door was ajar but the lights were off. No sounds echoed down the hall from the living room or kitchen.
Nobody was there.
Had she seriously ducked out on me in the middle of the night and found her own way home?
Impossible. She didn’t have her keys. She’d have needed to get back into the office in order to get them and I seriously doubted there’d be anyone there to let her in before nine o’clock on a Saturday. However, there was a weekend cleaning company that came in and serviced the building, not just our office, and they had master keys to all the businesses in the Harbour Center building. Had she lain in bed all night waiting for her first chance to get the hell out of my bed so she could get home?
Had last night meant two entirely different things to each of us?
Grimacing and groaning like an old man, I extracted myself from the bed and padded across the cool laminate floors to the bathroom, where I stepped directly into the shower and cranked the