Page 92 of Takeover

Ethan shoves him, and he falls dramatically on the private plane floor. When he stands up, he’s hunched over clutching his lower back. “I’ll be sure to file a worker’s compensation claim before we take off.”

He limps away, and Ethan turns back to me.

“I’ll be home soon. I miss you and Vincent, and I feel like we left some things unresolved before I left.” Whatever issues we might have, whatever misunderstandings, I can never complain that Ethan Bradford lacks communication skills.

“Well, we can talk when you get home. Just hurry up and get back to us.” His shoulders relax and he smiles, almost making him look boyish. We chat for a few more minutes before Vincent comes running into the office, climbs on my lap, and starts talking to his father. The call doesn’t last long because the plane is about to take off.

Alan and Vickie stay until Vincent reluctantly goes to bed, and because they know Ethan will be home soon, we all say goodnight as I text Serge to drive them home.

It’s well past ten o’clock when I hear the ding of the elevator. Instead of waiting for him to join me in the bedroom, I run out of the room in nothing but a black sheer and short nightie. It’s a miracle I don’t fall down the stairs in my haste to get to him. As soon as he sees me, he tosses his bags to the ground and opens his arms. I jump on him, wrapping both legs around him. The second his lips touch mine, I relax in a way I haven’t all week.

It’s strange how life can take you in directions you never thought of. Eight months ago, I hated this man. Just the mention of his name upset me. The pictures I saw of him on the internet were enough. I was certain I would never, ever meet this man in person, but one dressing down from my father changed all of that.

I knew exactly what I was expecting when I looked into his eyes, but the smug arrogance I thought I’d find wasn’t there. In its place was just a man. A man who took a business opportunity, but still did the right thing by my father’s legacy. He didn’t need to be there that day, reassuring everyone that things would be okay, but he was. Only I was too blind to see it.

“Don’t ever go away for this long again,” I say against his mouth. I don’t give him time to respond. I slam my mouth on his again, tasting all of him. I think he mumbles his agreement, but all I can feel are his strong arms around my body while he practically runs up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Despite putting me down so he can undress, his lips never leave mine. While he toes off his shoes and takes his pants off, I unbutton his white shirt. The minute I have it off, I run my hands over his broad chest. Our lips only separate long enough for me to take off his white t-shirt. As soon as that’s off, he puts both hands on my hips, lifts me, and tosses me on the bed.

I barely have time to adjust myself on the bed before he dives on top of me, lifts my nightgown, and sticks his head between my legs.

“Ethan,” I moan, the very second his tongue touches my clit. I open my mouth to speak again, but his mouth covering my entire mound robs me of my ability to speak. So, instead of telling him how good his mouth feels, I slide a hand through his silky hair and shove his face deeper into my pussy.

“Greedy girl,” he says, his voice muffled against my wet flesh.

“Greedy for your touch, Ethan. Aah,” I say as he plays with my clit again, but all too soon he removes his mouth.

He climbs back on top of me, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along the way. Each kiss sets my skin on fire. Each touch is a promise. When he finally reaches my mouth, he kisses me. It’s a kiss so tender and filled with so much love, I almost tear up, but soon, Ethan knocks the breath out of me again.

He rolls us over, and in an instant, I’m on top of his hard, chiseled body. His big hands travel down my back and land on my ass. He pushes me into his body, grinding his hard cock into me. His kisses turn from tender to rough. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me. As if he can’t believe I’m here with him. The tearing of my nightgown barely registers. The only thing that gets a complaint out of me is when he breaks our kiss, leaving a thin line of saliva between us.

“I want you to ride me. I want to see you bounce on top of me, and after you come all over my dick, I want to fill you up with my cum.” I bite my lower lip and look into his eyes. They’ve darkened now, like the color of midnight. He lifts me. It’s effortless.

Slowly I slide onto his waiting, hard dick.

“Oh, Ethan,” I moan after he fills me completely. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck me, Tara. Fuck me.” He puts both hands on my breasts and I start to bounce on top of him. I do it slowly. He stretches me to the max. I think he gets greedy for more because he moves his hands from my breasts and puts them on my hips. He gains control, moving me on top of him.

I’m his puppet, and he controls my body, bending it to his will. He moves one hand, and I feel a hard sting on my ass, jolting me.

“Fuck me hard.” It’s a rough command, and I feel myself getting wetter. I place both hands on his chest and start to increase the pace of my hips. I grind into him. Up and down. Up and down. Our bodies still slick with sweat. His hands return to my hips, holding me so tight I know I’ll have bruises for days. But all too soon, his hands leave my hips, and his long fingers find my pussy, spreading me apart. He strokes my clit, playing it like a guitar. It’s not until I let out a string of curses, followed by his name that he grabs my hips again as I tremble on top of him. He shoves himself inside of me, so deep, he nearly touches my soul. When he finally lets me go, I crash on top of his sweaty chest, and he lays a hand on my back holding me to him while his lips kiss my forehead.

“Don’t go away ever again,” I say against his chest. His laugh vibrates against my body. “What’s so funny?” I ask, looking up at him.

“You. That’s such a change from the first day we met, remember? Miss ‘I’d rather drink rat poison’ than have lunch with you.”

“Ugh. You were an ogre. A cute ogre, though. With a very nice ass.”

“You checked out my ass?” he asks.

“I did,” I confess. “Which made me hate you even more.”

“Oh, you poor princess. I can imagine how falling in love with me at first sight might have been traumatizing for you.”

“At first sight? Don’t you wish. You’re so cocky,” I say to him.

“Very cocky.” He takes my hand and puts it on his hard dick.

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