Chapter 5

I was trying to think of a way to change the subject, but Ethan decided to speak up before I can.

Do you need to know something? I nod in response to his question, willing him to continue. "When we initially met, I assumed you were simply another attractive assistant who couldn't handle any tasks I put at her. But you disproved my claims. You may believe I don't notice you, but every time you dropped off work, I was constantly paying attention to every detail. Like the clothes you wore and the fact that you were the one who would give me a cup of coffee each morning at my desk. And as I've gotten to know you over the years, I've seen... He pauses before going on: I realised I was smitten with you. He says, and his confession hurts me. I've always believed that he never gives me a sidelong look or has affection for me. He has already stated everything I wanted to hear, therefore I am speechless.

Looking at his wedding ring, which he almost always wears, I add, "But you're married and there's no way you could ever want me." I'm still in shock at his admission, and I'm not sure whether I should express my feelings to him since my thoughts are always racing.

I assumed you were aware of my emotions. He utters these words while silently tucking a hair of mine behind my ear. I briefly experience astonishment at what she said. Have I been deaf to miss his interest in me?

How can you say all of this while you're married, I ask after clearing my throat. Finally, I declare in shock.

He adds, "I really do mean it, Naomi, you're the only one who is ever on my mind."

"But-" I feel Ethan's lips press against mine before I can speak. The rational part of me wants to end it, but my heart has other ideas. My whole body felt the heat from the wine's flavour. He carefully slides his tongue into my mouth, and I split my lips to make room for him. I feel a rush of hot liquid gushing down my body as he kisses me. As he speaks, I feel his hands cup the side of my face, and out of instinct, I wrap my hands around his neck to get closer. We quickly run out of air, but he keeps kissing my neck and jaw, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Ethan pulls me into his lap a little while later with my legs crossed over his. While my hands travel to his collar and he holds me in place with his grip on my waist, my thoughts are on Olivia. I begin to draw away from his touch as I consider what I'm doing to Ethan by kissing a married guy.

He looks at me bewildered and says, "What's wrong?"

"We can't pull this off," You're married, I say panting. Remember?"

"Yes, but I want you." He says, and just hearing those words makes me shudder. I understand your concerns, but I mean what I stated to you previously.

I attempt to glance away from him for a while to concentrate. I am aware of my intentions for him, but I am ashamed of them. He removes his hands from my waist and puts them on my face after observing my quiet, forcing me to turn to face him.

I look at him and say, "I want you to believe that I do, but you're married and I don't want to interfere with that."

Don't overthink, then. He presents it as simple. He begins kissing me again after catching my attention, and this time I don't resist. He rekindle the fire I just extinguished with his kisses on mine. In our little area on the sofa, I feel like common reason has vanished.

He has his arms back on my waist and I'm once again holding him by the neck. I suddenly want more as his lips add coal to my fire. I indicate my desire by tugging at his collar. knowing I need you Ethan whispers in my ear as he extends a delicate kiss towards my neck.

Why don't we carry on in my bedroom?

I mutter, "Yeah," under my breath. From our positions on the sofa, we both get up and make our way upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside the two double doors that he directs me to, I'm once again in awe.

His room is bigger than the combined size of my whole flat. A king-sized bed with four posts is in the centre of the room, and there is a sizable window that opens to the balcony on the left side. A big TV with a fireplace set on top is located across from the bed. A modest desk and chair with a light and laptop are located to the left of the bed. Except for the walls, which are painted grey, the space is mostly decorated in white.

After leading me towards the bed, he shuts the door behind me. The thrill and nervousness start to gnaw at the pit of my stomach. He turns me around as we approach the bed and begins to tenderly kiss me. My knees start to give way as I feel the fire start to shower down on me as our kiss intensifies. Ethan and I climb onto the bed, trying not to lose touch.

His shirt's buttons are starting to come undone as my hands begin to act independently. By taking my dress zip off, Ethan indicates that he has the same thought.

"You know, I liked you in that dress." He replies as he takes a breath. I appreciate his little compliment. As I finish fastening his shirt, I'm astounded by the sight of his smooth yet muscular chest. His shirt has fallen off and is now on the ground, and my dress has also done the same. Over my strapless lace bra and underwear, I see his eyes briefly widen. I discreetly express my gratitude for my comfortable pants. I then decide my next course of action while sitting on his lap. I briefly feel bad, but Ethan's words keep coming back to me. Avoid overthinking. For the time being, his words provide me comfort. I've only had sex a few times with two other individuals, so I let my body make its own decisions and choose to turn off my thoughts for now.

I continue kissing him while I run my tongue over his body. I quickly drop to my knees in front of him and begin removing his trousers. I begin stripping off his tight, black boxers, which reveal a swelling bulge underneath them, as soon as they're gone. He is longer than any I've seen, as I discover when I take them off. As Ethan draws a quick breath, I continue to tease him by gently pumping him, then I start kissing him from top to bottom. I go in the direction of the tip while smiling to myself.

He gasps, gasping for air, "Fuck...Stop teasing me." I've never had someone talk to me while having sex, so when Ethan does it, I like it.

I decide to take him in my mouth once I finish licking him. Ethan gives me a loud groan, which makes me desire to hear him moan once again. Ethan is struggling to keep his eyes open as he takes him in, and I can hear him breathing heavily and groaning as I glance up.

If you keep acting that way, you're going to have to invite me over. I quicken my speed in response to what he says, but he chooses to take me up off the ground so that I may stand before he urinates into my mouth. I momentarily gaze at him bewildered.

Keep your legs apart while you lay down for me. I want to pay you back. He says while sporting a sinister smirk.

I nod and comply with the request. Ethan climbs up onto me and starts kissing my lips before moving on to the space between my breasts. Without saying a word, I can tell that he wants to remove my bra as he stares up at me. I hunch my back to let him release the clasp, and he flings the object downward. He then places his lips on my thighs and legs. He slowly undoes my pants and discards them with the rest of our apparel. After that, his lips come together between my thighs, and I exhale as his tongue begins to move inside of me and around me. I begin wailing his name.

I exclaim, "Oh god," while attempting to breathe normally.

When he starts sucking and licking my bud, I start to feel some pressure building. My legs want to lift off the bed as the pressure becomes intolerable, but Ethan's powerful hands force them back down. I then reach for the blankets to maintain my composure. I'm glad when the pressure finally releases. I motion for Ethan to join me on the bed a split second later. I'm not sure I'm pleased as he sits in front of me.

I complete what I began by encircling him for about the seventh time. He sees that I want to go in that direction, so he lets me lie on my back with my legs open for him. He approaches and walks within himself. As Ethan gently slides in and out of me, I first get a little bit of a thrill. Soon, my hips are moving at the same speed as his, and we are both panting and groaning in tandem. I carefully shift positions, leaning against Ethan's well-defined physique, and, to maintain my balance, I encircle his chiselled shoulders with my arms. He maintains his hands on my hips, and a bubble of excitement starts to grow from the squeeze. We both pick up the pace at this point. I sink my fingernails into his back as it accelerates and he gently tightens his grasp on me as I sense the bubble ready to explode. We have finally achieved our peak as the bubble explodes in a matter of seconds. All I can do in our blissful state of completion is lie back on the mattress to regain my breath. I attempt to recuperate by gazing up at the ceiling but don't seem to see Ethan lying next to me, who could be doing the same thing.

I pause to gather myself before saying, "I'm convinced that I like you more." After a little pause as I await his reaction, I turn to face him and see that he is dozing off with his eyes closed. For a brief while, guilt sets in as remorse begins to creep in. What did I do?