Chapter 60
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'I'm fine.'
He kissed my forehead and lay me onto his chest, knowing it was my favorite sleeping position when we were in bed together.
I smiled. I was back at the mansion, in bed with him.
I woke up very early. Ethan was still in bed sleeping. I tiptoed to the bathroom for a shower then changed into one of my night gowns. The majority of my belongings were still in his room, just the way I'd left them. I slipped back into bed, careful not to wake him.
'Have a nice shower?' he asked softly as he hugged my tiny waist.
Dammit, does anything get past him?
'Uh uh,' I answered.
He got up and headed towards the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, he came out wrapped in a bath towel. He moved into his walk-in closet and threw one of his work suits on the bed. I shifted so I could look at him.
'Are you going to work?' I asked, feeling sad that he was already leaving.
'Yes, baby.'
I pouted.
He began to dress.
I threw the covers off of me and locked him into my arms. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, putting on his shoe. I ran kisses on his neck and ran my hands down toward his crotch.
'Baby, what are you doing?' he asked, letting out a soft moan as I felt his manhood through his pants.
I didn't answer, nor did I stop. I took his jacket off; I was already heated for him. I'd been heated for him since I'd laid eyes on him at the gala and I wasn't about to wait until he came back from work. I wanted him now, and I would have him now. I didn't care about anything else.
I undid his shirt and rubbed his hard chest.
'Emma, baby, you're going make me late.'
'Hmm, you're the boss,' I said, turning his face towards me and kissing his lips.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back.
Yes, finally.
He laid me back onto the bed as he climbed onto me, not moving from my lips. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants and moved my hand to his hard erection. He let out a soft moan again and kissed my neck hungrily. His lips felt so good against my skin.
He moved his mouth to my breast, sucking at the nipple, making it hard in his warm mouth. I threw my head back and let out a moan in heated passion. He moved his hand to my kitty and touched my joy spot, which immediately channeled my wetness and weakness.
'Baby, you're so wet. I wanna taste you,' he said, gazing up at me with those sexy grey eyes.
He parted my legs wider before parting my panties; then I felt his tongue on me, directly on my opening. I moaned louder and twisted my body. He held my thighs firmly with his strong arms as he tasted my release. Then I felt his manhood going slowly into me, pleasuring me even more.
'I love you,' he said in my ear, kissing my neck and rubbing my breast, going deeper and harder into me.
He positioned me on top of him and I took the liberty of riding him like he had taught me before.
'Oh yeah baby, just like that,' he said, slapping my ass; then he rolled me over, covering me with his body again.
'Oh fuck!' I exclaimed as I climaxed again.
I felt him release his warm glory inside of me. He was panting and sweat was rolling down his face and chest. I pulled him into me, rubbing his back, allowing him to rest.
'I love you,' he said.
'I love you, too.'
'Now you've made me late for work,' he said, getting up from my hold.
'But it's Saturday, and the gala was last night. Shouldn't you and your workers have the day off?' I asked, spoiled.
He gave me a look and I remained silent.
He cleaned himself off in the bathroom and so did I.
'Have a nice, babe. I'll see you later,' he said heading for the door with a fresh suit on.
'Actually, I'm going back to my apartment in a bit.'
My words made him stop dead in his path. He turned back at me and approached the side of the bed, staring down at me. I suddenly regretted what I said.
'Are you serious right now?' he asked, anger creeping into his eyes.
I pulled the cover over me to hide; he pulled it off.
'Emma, I'm not playing. Are you serious about what you just said?'
'Yes, I'm serious, Ethan.'
'Okay. Have a nice life,' he said and headed for the door again.
'What does that mean?'
'I'm not going to persuade you and beg you to forgive me and take me back. I know I messed up, Emma, and I'm trying to make it up to you, but how am I to do that when you're not here and pushing me away? If you want to leave, I'm not going to stop you; you can leave.'
He was out the door.
I lie back in bed thinking about what he'd just said; wondering, if I left, would that be the end of it or would if he'd still try to get me back in his life? I was pushing him away only because he did it to me first. I wanted him to feel how I felt, but, at the same time, I missed him like crazy.
I got dressed in jeans, tight long-sleeved top and a flat sandals. I combed my hair and applied light makeup. I looked up at the clock— it was half past seven in the morning.
I made my way down the familiar long staircase and outside onto the grounds. The security guards were already about, and there were new faces.
He must have hired more guards.
