Chapter 59
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He leaned forward to lick at her pussy, making her moan loudly as his tongue ran over her. “You taste so good.” He licked at her again and then stood up behind her. His cock pressed against her pussy and she pushed back against him, wanting more.
“Please,” she gasped.
He didn’t say anything. He just pushed into her, making her gasp as he filled her completely. He pulled out and then fucked into her again, making her whimper with pleasure. He gripped her hips in his hands, fucking into her harder as he did, making her body shudder with each thrust.
“God, yes.” He groaned as he fucked her. “You feel so good.”
She nodded, pushing back against him with each thrust. She felt her body start to tighten, felt the pressure build inside her.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “Please, I’m close.”
He leaned forward to press a kiss against her neck, his hand slipping over her hip to rub at her clit. She felt herself shudder under his touch and then gasped again as her body started to spasm. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and he groaned as she came around him.
“Ethan,” she gasped out, pressing her palms flat against the desk. “Ethan.”
She felt him shudder behind her and then he pushed in again, one more time, his cock twitching inside her as he came. “Len,” he growled as he fucked into her. “Oh fuck, Len.” He pulled out of her and then came over her ass, his seed hot and wet on her skin.
She heard him take a shaky breath behind her and then felt his lips against her back, warm and soft as he kissed her skin. He ran his fingers over her spine, tracing the line of her backbone slowly. “God,” he said softly. “I don’t know what you do to me, but I need you in my life. I need this.”
She smiled and looked back at him over her shoulder. He looked so different than before, so different from the man who’d always kept her at arm’s length whenever she visited. But he was the same. He was just showing her a different side.
“I feel the same,” she whispered. “I want this too.”
He smiled back and then leaned down to press another kiss against the small of her back. “I know.”
Lena smiled again and leaned her head forward, letting his touch wash over her. It felt right.
Like they were meant to be this way.
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It was harder than Ethan had thought to keep Lena from Mia. And harder than he’d thought to keep her from the other people in his life. They were too curious about what was going on, too interested in who he was spending all his time with.
He’d started by only seeing her at night, but then they’d had a few close calls with him sneaking back into the house after she’d spent the night in his room. And Mia had noticed. She’d seen them looking at each other a little too often. She’d noticed the way Lena seemed to smile at him a little more than necessary.
So they’d made the decision to keep seeing each other while Mia was out of town. Lena would spend the night with him and then leave for Mia’s place in the morning before Mia got home from school or wherever else she was going that day.
And so far, it had been working. They’d been able to keep their relationship hidden and no one had said anything. No one had even hinted that they knew anything about them.
But Ethan couldn’t say that he felt good about lying to Mia. Not after she’d always been honest with him, always told him what was going on in her life, even when he’d barely been paying attention to what she said. But Lena had been adamant that they keep it a secret. She said she didn’t want Mia to be upset with her, and Ethan agreed. He didn’t want Mia to ever be upset with either of them.
So they kept it a secret. And they spent all their time together whenever Mia was gone.
They had so much fun. Ethan took Lena out on the town, buying her expensive clothes and jewelry and taking her to fancy dinners and shows. They went on trips out of town and stayed at his summer house on the beach for a few days. They made love every night. They had the best sex Ethan had ever had. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Every time he touched Lena, it just got better and better. He felt alive when he was with her. He felt like he could do anything. It was all because of her. She made him feel like that.
Lena had started to paint again, too, and she was amazing. The first time he saw one of her paintings, he’d been speechless. It was beautiful and moving. It made him want to cry. He loved seeing her like that, so passionate about something.
Ethan knew he’d do anything for her, anything it took to make her happy. Anything.
The only thing that would make him unhappy would be if she wanted to leave him. He would hate it if she decided that she was done with their little affair and wanted to move on.
But he knew he couldn’t let himself think about that now. They were still having a good time together, and there was no reason to think about the future. It would only make him worry about what might happen someday.
So he pushed those thoughts away and instead focused on making the most of every moment they had together. He wanted to give her everything she could ever want. He wanted to make this time together count.
Ethan hoped she felt the same.
He hoped she didn’t just want something to pass the time while Mia was away. He hoped she was in this for real.
He just wasn’t sure.
And that made him feel even more unsure about everything. He wanted to trust her completely, but it was hard to do after how coldly he’d treated her in the past.
But Lena seemed different. She seemed like she could really care about him. Like she could be in love with him.
Ethan sighed, looking across the room at Lena as she painted. She looked so beautiful and innocent. He couldn’t stand how perfect she looked with her hair tied back in a ponytail, a paintbrush in her hand. Her hair was growing out, and she’d finally given up dyeing it. He liked seeing it like that, seeing her natural color. It looked really good on her.
“Is it almost ready?” he asked, looking at the canvas on her easel.
“I hope so.” She frowned and then dipped her brush in paint. “I’ve been working on it for a while now.” She painted for another moment and then turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling in the light. “Do you want me to paint you?”
“Sure.” He nodded. He sat on the couch and watched as she got to work.
Her paintings were so good that he felt like the person she was painting was going to walk right off the canvas. But he knew that was impossible. She was just really talented. It wasn’t anything special or magical. It was just the way she’d been born.
Lena got to work, dipping her brush in a few different colors as she went. It didn’t take long before a figure began to take shape on the canvas. Ethan was amazed at how fast she could paint, how fast it took for her to create something so beautiful.
She turned the easel slightly and he saw that it was a picture of him and Lena, of them standing together on the beach. He remembered that night. It had been cold, but he’d been warm as long as Lena’s arms were around him. He knew that would always be the case. As long as Lena was with him, he knew he would always be warm, always be happy.
It would make everything okay.
But now Ethan couldn’t help thinking about their future together, about what they would have after Mia graduated from school. He hoped they could still see each other, could still be together whenever Mia wasn’t around.
Ethan looked over at Lena, his eyes traveling up her body to rest on her face. She looked happy as she worked, and it made him feel happy too. He loved seeing Lena happy, loved watching her paint.
He stood up and walked over to where she stood, leaning over her shoulder to see what she was working on. It was really good. He could tell she’d put her heart and soul into this piece. It would be a masterpiece. “It’s amazing,” he whispered.
“I’m glad you like it,” she whispered back, looking up at him.
He met her eyes for a long moment, feeling his heart swell in his chest. He wanted to tell her how he really felt. He wanted to tell Lena that he was falling in love with her.
He wanted to hear her say the same.
“Thank you,” he finally said. He kissed her forehead and then stepped back, giving her space to keep painting.
He knew he had to leave her alone. He had business to attend to and couldn’t waste anymore time. But it was hard to walk away from Lena. She looked so pretty, so perfect. He hated leaving her.
But he knew it was for the best.
Ethan walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. He took a deep breath and then started down the hallway to his office.
He had to stop thinking about Lena and focus on business now. He needed to make phone calls and do paperwork and handle all sorts of other things. But it would be hard for him. His mind was elsewhere, still on Lena.
He thought about what she had looked like, bent over the canvas with her paintbrush, her hair in a ponytail. He thought about how innocent she looked, how young and untouched. It made his dick hard again, made him want her.