Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire (Single and Sassy in the city Book 2)

Sarah

Dear Diary, 

I know I promised to give you more information about my O, but I’m not the sort of girl who kisses and tells on the very same day. Okay, maybe that’s not quite true. Maybe I do kiss and tell on the very same day. Maybe I do kiss and tell in the very same hour, but this was special. And when I say special, I don’t mean cue the violinist and hundreds of white doves. I mean, it was hot, and when I say hot, I mean HOT. And yeah, I am also a little bit pissed off, which I didn’t want to inform you of the other day. I’m sure you’re wondering why. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you. Do I have any secrets from you? 

Love always,

Shameful and Sassy Sarah

Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.

That is all I can think inside my brain as I kiss Ethan Rosser.

I am kissing Ethan Rosser. I am too old to be this giddy, but this is something I did add to my yearly lottery list.

Ethan’s lips are pressed against mine firmly, and I can’t stop myself from melting into him. I still can’t quite believe how easily he lifted me and put me on his lap. We’ve gone from zero to fifty within seconds. I was just about to play the guitar, for heaven’s sake, and now I’m here with my fingers strumming down the side of his face as opposed to the wire strings. His fingers are in my hair, and I’m feeling hardness beneath my bum cheeks. I’m trying my very hardest not to rub back and forth. His tongue is inside my mouth. I’m sucking it, and it tastes like toothpaste. I giggle at the thought. I know what Ethan Rosser’s toothpaste tastes like.

‘What’s so funny?’ he asks as he pulls away, a frown on his perfect face.

I try not to pout because I miss the taste of him in my mouth. ‘What do you mean, what’s so funny?’ I ask, knowing I’m blinking rapidly but unable to stop myself.

‘You giggled just now as we were kissing. I didn’t even know that was possible.’

‘Oh, I was just thinking that your tongue tastes very minty.’

‘Oh.’ He chuckles. ‘Aquafresh.’

‘Aquafresh?’ I stare at him dumbly for a couple of seconds, and then it dawns on me. ‘Oh, that’s the name of your toothpaste.’

‘Yeah,’ he says. I’m still on his lap, and now he has his arm around my waist, and he’s pulling me in closer. ‘Your mouth tastes like strawberry wine. So delicate and sweet. I wonder what other places on your body taste like.’ It’s like he’s hit a button with his words, and my entire body is now buzzing. I shift slightly on his lap and feel his hardness pressing into me.

I take a deep breath. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this.’

‘I know,’ he says. ‘But I guess we’ve already started, so there’s that.’ I attempt to get up, but he grabs me again and keeps me still in his lap. ‘I haven’t finished kissing you yet, Sarah Kahan,’ he says before he presses his lips against mine again.

I don’t resist. I can’t. Who am I? I don’t want this moment to end.

I’m just a junior copywriter, and if the gorgeous and delectable Ethan Rosser wants to kiss me, he can. He can have his wicked way with me because no matter how many times I’ve called him a jerk or a pompous prick or any other horrible thing, I can’t deny the fact that I think he is the hottest man I have ever seen in my life.

HOTTEST!

He could give Brad Pitt and Bradley Cooper a run for their money. In fact, I would likely turn them down for Ethan. Not that I would admit that to anyone. Ethan is sexiness at its highest peak. He is the pinnacle of everything a hot alpha male should be, and I am really into alpha men. I grab his face and deepen the kiss. To hell with it. If this is going down, I’m going to enjoy every moment.

Every single moment.

He groans as he shifts his body and holds me tightly to him as he leans back in his chair. I shift so that I’m now straddling him. His cock is now positioned between my legs, and I feel like the dam that is Sarah Kahan is going to burst right then and there. Especially if he keeps moving me back and forth like this. I haven’t dry-humped like this in a long time, and I wonder why not. This is even hotter than sex. Kinda.

‘Fuck, this is hot,’ Ethan says as his hand slips up my shirt, and I feel him rubbing his palm against my warm back.

I wonder if he’s going to take off my bra. Do I want him to take off my bra? I’m not going to stop him if he wants to, but we might be moving a little bit quickly. I’m loving it, but I’m not sure if I’m out of my mind. He runs his fingers over my bra strap, and I still, waiting to see if he’s going to unclasp it. He doesn’t. A twinge of disappointment runs through me, but I dismiss it. How can you be disappointed when you’re kissing the most gorgeous man on Earth? This is like a dream. He moves his hand to the front of my top, and I feel him cupping my breasts again. I press my body even closer to his as he slips his fingers inside and plays with one of my nipples.

My panties grow moist immediately. Moister.

This is fucking hot. I reach down and run my fingers along the front of his pants. He grunts loudly as I gently rub over his crotch.

‘Play with fire and you’re going to get burned, Sarah.’ His voice is deep and gravelly as he kisses the side of my face.

I stare into his dazzling blue eyes, and I grin. ‘Who knows? Maybe I like being burned?’ I am not sure why I say that. It’s not even true, and I have no idea what he has taken from me saying that. I don’t even know what I would take from that.

‘Oh.’ There’s a light in his eyes as he raises a single eyebrow. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Well, you know,’ I say, looking down and only raising my eyes to him. I’m nervous but also trying to flirt, but I’m not sure if I’m sounding like an idiot. Or just super horny and out of my mind. Most probably the latter because that’s what’s true at this moment.

‘Tell me.’

‘A little candle wax here, a little whipped cream there, a little syrup,’ I say, moaning as his finger continues to play with my nipple.

‘Fuck, that’s hot,’ he says. ‘So, you’re into a little S and M?’

‘Yeah,’ I lie. I’ve never participated in any S and M before in my life. I quickly shake my head. ‘Actually, that’s not quite true.’

‘Oh.’ He frowns. ‘What’d you mean?’

‘I mean, I’ve never done any S and M. I don’t know why I said that. I was just trying to sound sexy,’ I admit.

‘It’s fine,’ he says. He stands, picks me up in his arms, and steadies himself.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask as I wrap my arms around his neck. I’m disappointed that we’re moving. I was enjoying being on his lap.

‘Taking us to a more comfortable spot.’ He steps over one of the guitars and carries me out of the room.

‘Oh, you can put me down. I can walk. I…’

‘Maybe I like carrying you,’ he says. ‘Do you mind?’

‘No.’ I shake my head because it’s quite flattering to be carried by a strong, muscular man, especially when you’re not skinny. It makes me feel like I’m light as a feather, even though I know I’m not.

He heads down the hallway to an open door and walks inside. I’m in awe as I look around. We’re in his bedroom, and it’s the most masculine bedroom I’ve ever been in. His walls are dark charcoal, and there’s a huge king-size bed in the middle of two dark night tables. Two brass light sconces give a warm hue to the room. He drops me unceremoniously onto the bed and then climbs up beside me. He reaches down, and I feel his fingers running down my calf toward my shoes. He takes off my pumps and drops them onto the ground. His fingers are nimble and soft, and I shiver at his touch.

‘Feeling comfortable?’ he asks, and I nod slowly. I’m comfortable but super out of my element. Is this really going down?

‘What are we doing?’ I ask him, even though that’s the stupidest question I’ve ever asked. It’s quite obvious what we’re about to do. I just don’t know if we should be doing this. And when I say we, I mean I. Do I really want to hook up with my boss?

A voice in my head starts laughing, as if that’s the stupidest question I’ve ever asked myself. Of course, I want to hook up with him. I have since the first time I ever saw him.

‘What do you mean?’ He stares at me like I’m crazy. He looks around the room and then at me. ‘We’re in my bedroom, on my bed.’

‘Well, don’t you have a no-fraternization policy at the company?’ I ask softly. I hate to bring it up, but it’s his rule, and I don’t know if he’ll be upset with me if he breaks it.

‘Well, I think, technically, we’re okay. The no-fraternization policy is technically about people dating.’ He smirks. ‘We’re not dating. We’re just having some fun.’

‘Okay,’ I say, nodding slowly because nothing he said is a lie. It doesn’t feel great to hear that we’re not dating or that he doesn’t want to date me, which is what I assume he means, but it’s not like I want to date him, either. I barely know him. At least, that’s what I tell myself, so it doesn’t hurt quite so badly.

‘Plus, I think we both know that lots of people hook up at the company, right?’

I stare at him with wide eyes. ‘I don’t know.’ I hope he’s not trying to get me to snitch. That’s the last thing I want to do to my fellow coworkers.

‘Don’t worry,’ he says, laughing. ‘I’m not going to ask you who at the company is hooking up. We both know that it happens.’

‘I mean, I’ve heard that perhaps it happens.’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ he says. ‘The point is, hooking up is fine, and even if it’s not, I don’t care because I’m the boss, and I can do whatever I want.’

‘You are going to drive me crazy with your I’m the boss shit,’ I say, not knowing how to respond.

‘I’m going to drive you crazy?’ he asks. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I mean, this is kind of weird, right? That we’re here, I’m in your room, it’s a workday, and…’

‘Shush,’ he says, pressing a finger on my lips. ‘I think we can both agree that this is something that’s been on our minds for a while.’Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, our sexual chemistry.’ He reaches up and starts undoing the buttons on my shirt. I stare at him and nod slowly. I’m glad to hear that he has felt it, too, and it isn’t just in my head.

‘You barely noticed me this week though. You didn’t even know who I was before.’

‘As soon as I saw you in that bar and we made eye contact, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.’ He pulls off my shirt and stares at me in my bra. My heart is racing so rapidly that it may pop out of my chest.

I watch his eyes turn dark and stormy as he looks me over, and I try to push my breasts forward and suck my stomach in.

‘You’re fucking hot,’ he says as he reaches over and grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer to him. It’s hot and powerful, and I love that he’s taking charge.

I reach over, touch the side of his arm, and squeeze his muscles. He leans down and kisses me again; this time, his fingers run up and down the side of my body. He then pulls my bra straps down and slips them off, my nipples pebbling in the cool air. His lips move to my neck, and he kisses down toward my breasts before taking one of my hardened nipples in his mouth and sucking. It’s my turn now, and I reach up and start unbuttoning his shirt.

If I’m going to have no top on, he is definitely going to have no top on. I can barely process what’s happening, but I know I don’t want it to stop. My fingers fumble around on his shirt until I finally get all the buttons open. He leans back a little to give himself enough room to maneuver, pulls his shirt off, and throws it to the ground. I’m in awe as I stare at his tan, muscular chest. There’s a sprinkling of hair, but it just makes him even sexier. He licks his lips and then reaches for my skirt. He grabs it and pulls it down swiftly, tossing it to the ground so that I’m now lying there in only my panties.

‘If I’m only going to be in my panties…’ I trail off, raising a questioning brow toward his pants. I watch him pull them off, and my mouth goes dry as I stare at him in a pair of black briefs that cling to his body. He’s hard, and I can see the outline of his cock in the material. From what I can see, it’s big. Really, really big. He smirks as he leans back down and runs his fingers between the valley of my breasts toward my belly button. I think he’s about to stop, but his fingers keep on going straight down into my panties. My eyes close of their own accord at the sensation as he slips his fingers in and rubs against my clit. He can feel that I’m already wet, and he growls slightly before pulling his fingers out and sucking on them.

Holy hell, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

‘You taste sweet, just like I knew you would. Sweeter than strawberry wine. I could lick that pussy dry and still thirst for more.’ He growls, and my stomach flips.

I wet my lips, which, along with my mouth, have become ridiculously dry. I’m sweating, and my heart is racing at the enormity of what’s happening. Is this moment real?

I’m freaking out inside. I know that neither Ella nor Isabel will believe what’s happening. I can barely believe what’s happening, myself. I can’t wait to tell them. I know it’s a weird thought to have at this moment, while I’m here practically naked with the CEO of the company I work at, but I know my friends will not believe what is happening right now.

‘Well, you can quench your thirst now, if you want.’ I look up at him, batting my eyelashes and spreading my legs slightly.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s pulling my panties off.

‘Whoa, big boy,’ I say, giggling again. I don’t know where this confident banter has come from, but I’m not hating it. Being around him makes me feel powerful and confident.

‘You’re so fucking hot,’ he says as he stares down at my pussy. ‘Fuck, I’m going to eat you so good right now.’ He buries his face between my legs, and I throw my head back and make indiscernible noises out loud as he starts licking and sucking. All I can think is that my grumpy-ass, arrogant boss is going down on me, and it’s amazing.

I reach down, grab his hair, run my fingers through his silky tresses, and close my eyes. My body is vibrating with lust and passion, and I can barely stop myself from trembling. He reaches up and plays with my nipples before spreading my legs even wider. I feel his tongue enter me, and my body starts bucking as he fucks me with his tongue hard and fast.

I’m close to orgasming already, and it feels incredible. Better than amazing. I hear a scream and realize it’s coming from me. I can barely take how amazing this feels. I understand now why wars have begun with love affairs. I’d go to war to experience a pleasure like this again.

‘You like this, do you?’ he asks, looking up at me from his position between my legs. His eyes are full of desire, and I can’t form the words to answer, so I nod my head ever so slightly. ‘Good,’ he says and inserts his tongue back inside of me. He alternates between sucking on my clit and fucking me with his tongue. Before I know what’s happening, my body is exploding, and he’s still going, continuing to lick me through my orgasm, even as I explode on his face.

‘And another.’ He grunts as he continues sucking and licking. He wants to give me another orgasm, and I know that I can barely handle the first one.

I feel the second orgasm coming. ‘Oh, Ethan!’ I shout, and my body explodes with intense pleasure. He growls, and I see that there’s a broad smile on his face as he kisses up my body and looks down at my lips.

‘That was fucking hot,’ he says as he presses his lips against mine. ‘You’re even sweeter than you look.’

He grabs my face and I just lick my lips wickedly and push him back. ‘I like to think so, now shh, for a moment, because it’s my turn to taste how sweet you are.”