Page 26 of The Unlucky Waitress

Ethan lays me down on my back on the soft sheets. I struggle to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling.

Ethan lays between my legs, sucking my nipples into his mouth one at a time, swirling his tongue over them as I come down from my heady climax.

He works his way back up my body, kissing his way to my lips. With a passionate kiss, he enters me again, raising my leg to his shoulder, he pushes himself deep into me.

We moan in unison as he pushes slowly and deep into me, steadily building our joint pleasure.

I run my nails over his back, digging into his skin as my body responds to him, clenching and writhing beneath him.

I quickly feel the beginnings of another orgasm coursing through my body. Ethan feels it too, moving faster inside me. He raises my other leg onto his shoulder and I feel him moving even deeper inside me. My belly tightens, my toes curl and my thighs tremble. Ethan moves faster, slamming himself into me with abandon.

My body aches and tingles and pulses. I’m overwhelmed by all the very different things I’m feeling all at once. I close my eyes tightly, and feel my hearing muffle. My moans and whimpers of pleasure rising with Ethan’s own sounds of ecstasy. He murmurs first, his voice growing louder as he thrusts, harder, faster, deeper into my quivering tunnel.

I feel his body harden, he moves faster, grunting and moaning passionately, louder more breathlessly.

He roars as he pours himself into me and my body quivers at the sound. I feel my tunnel pulsing around him unconsciously as I join him in ecstasy.

Ethan kisses me gently, caressing my hair. He looks at me smiling, I smile back and stroke his face.

The rush of our passion subsides and there is a tenderness about him, a soft gentleness as he lays down beside me. Our breathing is in sync, both deep and slow as we try to catch our breath. I can feel Ethan’s leg touching mine. His muscles are tight and tense like my own, twitching with the memory of climax. I sigh, finally feeling the heaviness of sleep come over me and wrap me up like a blanket.

His hands move over my body appreciatively, the warm wet feeling of our sweat mingling on our bodies.

My body tingles at his touch, spasming in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

12

Ethan

Iwake up to the sound of Cassidy singing in the shower and my mind floods with memories of our night together. Her body, the way she feels, tastes, and moans almost make me jump out of bed and join her in the shower.

I'm sobered when I remember how all this happened in the first place. This isn’t a whirlwind romance, it's a carefully planned and executed experiment and, just as I predicted, it worked. Cassidy had woken up in my bed and is now singing in my shower inspired by new love.

Not just by chance Ed calls. I know he wants to know how the theater date went and if my very costly gift worked in my favor.

"Ed, perfect timing," I say confidently.

With Cassidy still in the shower I am confident she won't hear a word of our conversation. I lay back against the headboard with my hand behind my head, savoring my victory. Everything had gone to plan and even with the uncertain start, I have a read on Cassidy now and I am giving her exactly what she wants, things she does not even know she craves. She, in turn, is giving into my calculated charm.

"Really? I'm not known for my timing," Ed chuckles. "So? How did it go?"

I stretch and yawn loudly to make sure Ed knows I'm still in bed. A change from my usual routine. By this time I would ordinarily be leaving the gym. Not today.

"Do you really need to ask?" I laugh. "Let’s just say Cassidy is in my shower right now and I'm still in bed."

I'm feeling great, on top of my game and I can already see the construction workers breaking ground on the resort a few weeks from now. A woman like Cassidy doesn't get intimate or trust just anyone with her body, it's clear, she's whipped. Putty in my hands now.

As far-fetched as marriage may have sounded before, now even a wedding fits into the story of our whirlwind romance. Cassidy could easily believe we have both been unexpectedly swept up by love and that getting married would be the only thing that makes sense, time be damned.

"Really? That's interesting. But a woman in your bed is not a wife now is she?" Ed argues.

Even now, Ed won’t let me win, even though either way is a win for him. He likes nothing better than to cut me down to size, creating the perfect opportunity for me to fail. It has been a thing between the two of us, an ongoing pissing contest with no end in sight.

This is not going to be a win for Ed, no matter how he wants to see it. I have already won this bet.

He doesn't know Cassidy like I do. The walls she’d built up and how I had to wear them down slowly to get to this point. Ed also didn't see the longing in her eyes as she stared at the picture on the cover of a bridal magazine. She was as good as being Mrs Knight, even if just for a while.

"Oh, the deal is as good as done. Just get your wallet ready, Ed. We're going into business together again and we're going to make a killing," I laugh.

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