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“Do you want me to stop?”
My fingertips are less than an inch away from her pussy but unfortunately I have no way of knowing if she’s wet.
“No,” she breathes and my other hand finds her breast. I run my thumb over her nipple and it hardens at my touch.
“God I missed you,” I say. “Why did you just leave?”
“I had to,” Izzy murmurs as I continue to caress her nipple. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“You always have a choice, Izzy. You can have anything…” I hook my finger inside her bikini bottoms and find her clit, teasing it. “…you want.”
“Ethan…” she trembles, leaning into me. I put my arms around her but continue to tease her under the water.
“Yes baby girl?”
She moans into my neck softly and I pick up the pace, flicking and caressing the warm skin under my fingertip untilshe softly gasps. Izzy’s back arches as she nears the orgasm and I am worried she might cry out. Just before she does, I cover her mouth with mine and she moans into her kiss as I make her come.
A moment later, she pulls away, standing up and reaching for a towel. She was right though. I am going to need a minute before I can get out of the water. I watch as Izzy aggressively dries herself, refusing to look at me.
“Well?” I ask.
“Well what?”
“What do you think?”
“You want recognition for what we just did? Get over yourself.”
“I meant about the job.”
Izzy’s blushes, though she still looks pissed. “Oh. I don’t know yet. I need to sleep on it.”
I decide to just fuck it and I tuck my cock into my shorts and get out of the water. Then I grab her room key and toss it at her. “There. Sleep on it.”
We stare at each other for a moment before Izzy grabs her things and marches towards the hotel. I rake my hands through my hair and sniff angrily. Not only do I feel like we are right back where we were the last time we did this, but I still don’t have an answer about the job.
I need her. No one can write it like she can. And nothing would stick it to Liam more than his own daughter writing the article. But the problem with working with Liam’s daughter is that she is, well, Liam’s daughter. That means she’s stubborn as fuck and going to be a pain in the ass every step of the way.
It also means she is off limits and I need to keep myself in check. I need to keep my hands, and my dick, to myself. Unfortunately, as I watch her walk away, hips swinging, haircascading down her back, the memory of her lips on mine…I don’t know if I can do that.
Chapter 7
Izzy
Ican’t remember the last time I was in a bed this big. It’s a pillow top king with about a hundred goose down pillows and a cloud of comforters. Not only that but there’s a rain shower head, a Jacuzzi tub in the corner of the room, a bottle of wine (now half a bottle) on the nightstand and a view of the mountains and the pool. The same pool I was in with Ethan just hours ago. The pool I let Ethan finger fuck me in.
God.
I roll over with a groan, star fishing in the bed simply because I can. What I can’t do though is sleep. It’s 1am and even though I was exhausted when I got to my room, I am wide awake, my mind rushing with the reality of it all.
How the fuck is this my reality?
Just two days ago I was living my normal, quiet life. Talking to Cassie about orange shoes and taking Jaxon to get donuts. Then BAM. Enter Ethan Savage, the man who has been a constant presence, a constant question mark and a constant pain in my ass.
I feel bad sometimes at how bitchy I am with him. But if I acted the way I really feel, he’d be in this bed right now. We’d beon round three of him fucking me into a coma and I’d be packing up to move back to Denver.
And that can’t happen. Because Ethan and I cannot be together. That is not a thing. I am thirty. He is 48. He is my dad’s best friend. And if I take him up on his offer he is soon to be my boss. All the more reason why us fucking off into the sunset cannot happen. Not to mention I have secrets of my own, number one being the glaring truth that Jaxon is Ethan’s son.
I roll over and squint at the clock. But it’s no use. I cannot sleep. Not with all these questions floating around in my head. Part of me can’t believe that my dad would do what he’s done to Ethan, sabotaging his job opportunity with The League. Ethan loves sports and always has. It used to be something they had in common. They’d go to Rockies games in the spring and Broncos games in the fall. They even took me to an Av’s game once when I graduated high school. I remember thinking it was a lame gift. What eighteen-year-old girl wants to go to a hockey game anyways? But my dad’s way of loving has always been whatever serves him best and he wanted to go. I spent most of the game with my nose in a book. My dad was indifferent. Ethan gave me shit for it. But he also made a small comment that stuck with me.