“Get to work, I’ll be back,” I order, before turning around to storm off toward the built-in bar that’s a feature in our sitting room.
Sitting at the bar, I hold an ice pack to my jaw with one hand and a glass of whiskey on the rocks in the other. I think about Sebastian and the lengths I’d go to protect him. Sleeping with Quinn was a dick move, I know, but I don’t regret it either. I played my part in her little game and it seems to have had the results she desired.
Ethan is another problem, and one I’m not sure how to deal with. It’s clear to me that he dislikes me, although he certainly behaves otherwise by indulging me when I pepper him with questions, alongside maintaining a professional distance from me. I’m not sure what I’ve done to earn his contempt, but it’s slowly driving me mad. I don’t know whether it's the element of a chase and actively trying to get to know him better that’s affecting me, or that for once he’s someone who I can’t easily seduce into liking me. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s even inclined that way. Fuck, is this how girls feel when they lust after their gay friends? Shaking my head, I lower the ice pack, which is now warm, and down the rest of my drink. I better get back up there in case he needs anything. Not likely, but I enjoy watching him work more than I should.
Remembering the way his elegant fingers moved swiftly over the keys, I try not to picture how they would look and feel running over my body, manipulating and navigating me like the intricate computer systems he’s delving into. I bring the glass to my lips and tilt it, letting the small ice cubes slide into my mouth. The shock of cold makes me shiver, and as they melt on my tongue, it still does nothing to douse the heat that is building inside of me. I need to get ahold of myself before I do something stupid like burst back into that office and bend him over the desk.
Slamming the empty glass down on one of the coasters lined up at the bar, I toss the ice pack into the trash and get to my feet. Deciding to take care of the problem that’s tenting my slacks before I tackle the one up in the office, I head straight upstairs to my bedroom. The farther away from him I do this the better, as I’ll be less tempted to see if he’ll be willing to let me vent my pent-up frustration on him instead of doing it myself. I need some damn relief before I can even think about going back into that small intimate room with Ethan, not in the state I’m currently in.
I barely know him, but he’s already slowly consuming my thoughts and I hate that I want him so much. He isn’t one of us, and I shouldn’t be entertaining such delusional thoughts. Now that the security systems are back online and fully functional, and I feel more at ease I’m going to get out of the house tonight and find someone to sink my dick into before I lose my mind completely. Feeling a little calmer now that I’ve a plan in mind, I slow my pace, while still focusing on my destination.
As I round one of the corners I collide with a hard body and almost lose my balance. I manage to grab hold of my unfortunate victim to stop them from falling, and my back slams into the wall. When I look at who I’ve bumped into my heart thumps heavily and then stutters.
“Ethan!” I exclaim in surprise. He’s the last person I expected and wanted to run into right now, and yet I’m still holding onto him. “Why aren’t you working?”
“Well, unless you intend for me to work around the clock, I’m done for the day,” he responds, and at his words I glance at the watch on my wrist.
“Of course,” I agree, relinquishing my hold on him when he clears his throat.
He takes a step back, straightening himself out, and I attempt to do the same while trying to cover my aching hard-on, which I’m half-hoping he didn’t feel while I held him against me. I don’t miss his subtle downward glance, which he swiftly attempts to disguise by looking at his watch. Seems he did notice, and I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or annoyed that he’s caught me in such a compromising state.
Feeling reckless, I take a step toward him, and cock my head with a smirk. “Notice something you like, Ethan?”
I can tell he’s unsure how to react, and the slight exhale followed by him swallowing makes me want to groan. I watch his Adam’s apple roll with the motion and a sudden image of filling his throat and having him swallow around my cock flits into my mind. Damn it, I’m losing control, and I’m half tempted to drag him back to my room to have him do just that.
Ethan takes another step back and glares at me, his eyes and expression are hard, but there’s a minor flash of something that flickers in them before it’s quickly smothered... interest, maybe?
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Devin,” he says, before he walks off
