Page 129 of Rare Blend
Jack smacks his head jokingly. “Apologies, Marisa, old habits are hard to break. You kids have anything fun planned during slow season? My son better be whisking you off somewhere.” He turns to Ethan with his brows raised. “Leanne and I used to gosomewhere warm and tropical during winter, get away from this bone-chilling cold weather.”
“Actually,” I say. “Ethan tried to convince me to get away, but my best friend Hillary is due with her first baby in a couple weeks and I want to make sure I’m around for that.”
Leanne places both of her hands over her chest. “How wonderful. A new baby.” She looks at Jack with a smile. “We were just talking about how great it would be to have a new grandbaby. Lily is already in first grade. If only our kids would ever settle down.” She pouts, looking at Ethan.
“Mom,” he warns.
She puts up her hands. “What? I didn’t say anything.”
“Of course you didn’t. Because you’re a mastermind. But you implied it.”
She shrugs and smiles innocently. “All I’m saying is a new baby in the family would be happy news. Wouldn’t you agree, Marisa?”
“And we’re leaving.” Ethan stands, pulling my hand while I try to hold in a laugh. He guides me until we’re clear across the room.
“We didn’t have to leave. I wasn’t uncomfortable. It’s a mom thing.”
He shakes his head. “We’ve been together for like five minutes, and my mom is already trying to get a grandkid out of you. You don’t need that kind of pressure. Besides, you’re?—”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, but I know what he was going to say. I’m leaving, so there’s no sense in planning for the future. Forcing away the negativity, I pivot the conversation to something lighter, something to distract us from thoughts of the future.
“You know,” I singsong, playing with his tie. “I was thinking it would be fun if we checked out the wine cellar. For old times’ sake.”
“Yeah?” Ethan’s hand grabs at my hip, pulling me closer to him. “I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all night,” he mumbles against my lips before giving my bottom lip a little tug with his teeth, forcing my mouth to drop open for him. His tongue slides in, lapping against mine, and I feel my feet hover off the ground as Ethan’s arms wrap around my waist and he turns the corner into a secluded hallway. He carries me over to the elevators, and takes us to the cellar, holding me the whole way down.
Once the door pings open, he carries me over to a barrel and sets me on it. I’m already so overheated from his touch, I hardly notice the chill in the air.
“What if someone catches us down here?”
The space is wide open. Anyone coming off the elevator would spot us.
He nips at my neck as his hands grip under my thighs. My legs wind around his waist.
“Let them. But trust me, no one is coming down here.”
“Ethan,” I squeal-whisper as his tongue begins licking the sensitive spot where my neck meets the top of my shoulder.
“Do you like the idea of being caught? If I touched your pussy right this second, would I find you soaked for me? Excited that someone could walk in on us at any moment, maybe even while you’re coming on my cock?”
His words unravel the last of my control, making me want him that much more.
“Answer me,” he says. “Is your pussy soaked?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I’m always wet for you.”
Two fingers push my panties to the side and plunge inside of me. “Baby, I love how ready and wet you always are.”
He angles his fingers, hooking them forward and pushing them in and out of me, the build in my lower belly alreadygrowing fast. When I feel close, like I’m just about to reach the edge, he pulls his fingers all the way out.
I whine, slumping against him. “Why did you stop?” I should be embarrassed by my ragged breathing, but my brain is too jumbled to care.
His smile is wicked. “I have a better idea.”
In my fog of confusion, I barely notice that he’s lifted and spun me around, bending me over the barrel.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” he says. Then his hands are under my dress, pulling down my panties. I step out of them without thinking.
