by Ami Snow
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured into my throat, his hips thrusting against me, his cock pulling me closer and closer to another exquisite orgasm. “I can’t stop fucking you,” he groaned, his hips speeding up. “I want to make it last, but I…” he bit out each word at the end, his thrusts speeding up. “I can’t slow down.”
He pulled out then, leaving me aching and empty for a moment as he spun me around to face the wall, his hand on my shoulder as I flattened my palms against the wall of the shower, and his other hand pushed his cock deeply into me from behind.
My fingers curled against the tile as he began to fuck me, hard, the hot water pouring down on us both as I arched my back and thrust back against him as well as I could without slipping on the tile floor. I was moaning aloud now, and then he reached around me, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it firmly as he thrust into me, his lips on my shoulders as he groaned, and I knew he was close. I could feel how hard he was, and I arched my back so that he slid into me as deeply as he could go, and the sounds that spilled from his mouth were immensely satisfying.
I felt the orgasm crash over me a moment before his did, and all I could focus on was not slipping, not falling as my body trembled. I felt his teeth in my shoulder as he came, felt his hips pounding against my ass, and then his body was rigid against mine, curled firmly against my back as I sighed with pleasure.
He slid out of me, his body trembling, and he straightened. “God, Elizabeth,” he muttered.
I was feeling much the same way.
He sighed and leaned back into the water, letting it run through his hair. He did another cursory wash before stepping out, and I did the same. He tossed me a towel, and we dried off in silence. I felt painfully shy all of a sudden, unsure what to say to him. What we’d just done—the urgency and the lust in it—felt strange to me to have had with someone I knew so little about. I felt like I should fall into bed with him, curling myself around him as we fell asleep, but I knew he was going to leave. I knew that he should leave. Nonetheless, I felt strangely bereft by the idea.
He got dressed, reaching for his phone. I knew he was texting Bill to come get him. I felt more than a little awkward as I pulled on the robe I’d brought, not wanting to bother getting dressed again only to go to bed.
I walked him to the door, and he turned to face me. I’d given him my number earlier in the night and he remembered it as he bent to kiss me one more time. It was a chaste kiss in comparison to the others we’d shared that night.
“I’ll call you,” he said. “When I have a chance.”
He was a busy person, I knew that. I was sure he did something very important and high-powered somewhere. I doubted he would actually call me. But part of me wanted him to, very badly.
***
Chapter 4
By 6:30 a.m. on Monday morning, as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror feeling entirely unlike myself, he still hadn’t called.
It felt like a dream. I tried to conjure up the image of us tangled on the same carpet where my new high heels were currently laying, or him bending over me in the shower I had just washed my hair in. It felt unreal.
I’d picked the pencil skirt and a wine-colored silk blouse with the navy blue blazer over it. I had pearl studs in my ears and a gold bracelet that I’d received as a Christmas gift on one wrist, a rose-gold watch on the other. I’d done my makeup conservatively and straightened my hair, and I looked exactly the part of a finance intern. Maybe even better. Maybe someone with an actual job.
I slipped my feet into the high heels and resolved to put Ethan out of my head as I went to work. The night had been fun—more than fun—but I wasn’t here to chase men or have wildly exciting sex. I was here to do well at the internship, impress my bosses, and have a job waiting for me when I graduated in a few months. D.C. was full of men. I needed to focus on my career.
That resolution made, I busied myself looking through my planner and checking my iCalendar as the city whizzed by, feeling very adult and businesslike.
There was an orientation first thing, and I felt slightly less special, sitting alongside Catherine and Billie and approximately twenty other interns. I also felt very intimidated. We were all vying for the same few positions, and whoever got them would be someone who really stood out. I suddenly wasn’t sure if I had what it took for it to be me.
My morning, after the orientation, was full of fetching coffee and making copies. I met some of the other accountants, as well as the vice president of the division in the building, who seemed nice enough. She was younger than I expected, maybe thirty at most, and dressed very stylishly. She was, in short, who I hoped to be. I wondered if I could somehow get her to mentor me. It seemed unlikely.
That day, and the rest of the week flew by. I hardly had time to think about Ethan and the silence of my phone, but Friday night it was all I could think about. It had nearly been a week, and I’d heard nothing. I’ll call you when I get a chance,” he’d promised. I knew he was certainly a busy man. But a whole week without a chance to call for even a few minutes?
I went out for dinner and drinks with Catherine and Billie that night, but my heart wasn’t in it. Tom and Eddie showed up again, but Brian wasn’t there. Apparently he’d found a girl to date, and I felt both happy for him and a little jealous. Not necessarily because I was interested in Brian, but because I had hoped very much that I’d be going on a date this weekend…with Ethan.
I tried to picture us going to the movies or grabbing a burger and beers at a pub. More likely, we’d be dining at a five-star restaurant and going to the theater, and I had to admit that the idea of it made me a little uncomfortable. I knew I couldn’t possibly afford to pay on a date like that, and I didn’t like the inequality of the situation. I liked the even ground we’d been on the weekend before, where I could have paid for my drinks, and we’d both been eager to fall into bed with each other.
Catherine and Billie both noticed my reticence, and they didn’t argue when I opted to stay in Saturday and Sunday. I spent some time reading one of the books I’d picked up on Ashley and I’s shopping excursion, and some time just watching Netflix and catching up on shows that I’d missed in the bustle of the school year. I tried not to think about Ethan. I tried not to check my phone.
By Sunday night, I’d given up. A week was too long to go without calling if he was interested, right? I felt a little let down, but at the same time, I told myself…this meant that nothing could ever go badly. We wouldn’t date…but that meant no losing the spark, no finding out that we had dissimilar interests, no fights, and no breaking up. We would forever just be that one perfect, lustful night straight out of a movie, fucking on my carpet and in the shower. I sighed. I would really have enjoyed getting to do that once or twice more, though.
I got ready for work Monday morning without thinking of Ethan much at all. I wore the gray floaty A-line skirt and a long-sleeved emerald-green blouse with a bit of a v at the neck. I slipped on my high heels and my pearl earrings, swiped on my lipstick, and determined to start off my second week at the firm on the right foot.
To my surprise, I was invited that morning to sit in on a meeting. “You’ve done really well,” the accountant who was overseeing me said. “You show a lot of interest, and I think you would benefit from seeing how these things are run. Sit in the back, and take lots of notes.”
I nodded, and meekly followed her into the room, feeling intimidated and excited all at once. The grouping of people around the table was varied, about half men and half women, most in their thirties and forties. A few were older, and two appeared to be in their mid-twenties.
“As soon as Mr. Sharpe arrives, we can begin,” my boss said, laying her papers down on the table and taking a seat.
The door swung open a few moments later, and I couldn’t help but turn my head to see who came in. I knew Mr. Sharpe was the CEO of the firm, and I expected an aging man, white-haired and respectable, to walk through that door.
The man who e
ntered, shutting it firmly behind him, was tall and handsome and maybe in his late twenties.
“Oh god, Elizabeth, I can’t last much longer.”
“I can’t stop fucking you.”
“I’ll call you when I have a chance.”
The man at the head of the table, Mr. Sharpe, was Ethan. The same Ethan that a week ago had pulled me into his lap in his car, pushed me down onto the carpet and slid his tongue between my legs, bent me over in the shower and fucked me like it was his last night on earth. He scanned the table, as if making sure that everyone was present, and then his eyes landed on me.
I wanted to slide under the table and disappear into the carpet. Instead, I sat upright in my chair at the back of the room, my hands folded. I met his eyes, unblinking, refusing to show the embarrassment I felt right that second.
“Ms. Brooke,” he said, addressing my boss. “Is this one of the new interns?”
My boss nodded. “She’s done quite well her first week. I thought it might benefit her to sit in on a meeting.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” Ethan…Mr. Sharpe…said, and turned to the PowerPoint that had come on the projector screen, beginning the meeting.
***
If anyone had asked me what was discussed in the meeting, I couldn’t possibly have recounted it. I sat through it for as long as possible, finally excusing myself as it was wrapping up and rushing to the ladies’ room. My fingers were trembling, and I tried to calm myself by taking long, deep breaths.
It’s going to be okay, I tried to tell myself. He’s not going to say anything. You just have to stay clear of him. He couldn’t possibly come to that many meetings, right? He didn’t call. He’s probably not interested. It was a one-night-stand. Don’t let it affect your job.
My job. That was what was important. Ethan wouldn’t want anyone knowing that he had fucked one of the interns…even if he hadn’t known then that I was interning for his company. And I certainly didn’t want anyone knowing that I had slept with the CEO…it would damage my reputation and I couldn’t have that happen. It was mutually beneficial to us to keep it quiet. So it would stay quiet. I straightened up, and turned to head back to my desk. Everything would be okay. There was nothing to worry about. I kept telling myself this as I headed back, as I sat down, as I opened my email to see what tasks I would need to do that morning.
My boss’s email was the first in the list. Important, was the subject line.
I opened it.
Elizabeth,
Mr. Sharpe wants to see you in his office. I told him you would go there as soon as you were back at your desk. Please let me know how the meeting goes, it’s very unusual for him to meet with interns.
My stomach dropped.
Unusual indeed.
End of Book 1
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Royal’s Reputation
An Alpha Billionaire Series: Book 2
By: A.J
The Royal’s Reputation
Chapter 1
Elizabeth
Elizabeth,
Mr. Sharpe wants to see you in his office. I told him you would go there as soon as you were back at your desk. Please let me know how the meeting goes, it’s very unusual for him to meet with interns.
I stared at the email, my fingers trembling. If I looked at it long enough, perhaps it would magically disappear. It would become just a normal email from my boss, maybe asking to see my notes from the meeting that morning. Or wanting to discuss the meeting itself—which would be terrible, since I honestly couldn’t remember a thing they’d talked about. All I could think about was the fact that the Ethan I had uncharacteristically taken home from a bar was actually Ethan Sharpe, the CEO of the company that I was interning for.
It didn’t disappear or transform. The email stayed as it was, mocking me from the screen of my computer with its sharp, crisp text. I knew I needed to get moving. Ethan might have been a perfectly amiable man, but I suspected that Mr. Sharpe was far less patient. And I couldn’t jeopardize my job.
My job. I repeated the phrase in my head over and over as I followed my boss’s directions to the CEO’s office. It was on the first floor of the building, and I watched each number on the elevator panel light up with increasing trepidation as it rose higher and higher.
My heels tapped on the tile floor as I walked down the long hallway, to the imposing desk in front of his office door where his secretary sat. She looked up at me, her eyes narrow.
“Can I help you, miss?”
I tried to keep my voice steady, as if I belonged here. As if I routinely came up to see Mr. Ethan Sharpe in his office.
“I’m here to see Mr. Sharpe. He’s asked me to give him a rundown of the meeting this morning.” My voice was cool and confident, as I’d hoped it would be, and I curled my fingers into my palms, hoping to maintain my composure.
She raised a well-groomed eyebrow, and reached for the phone on her desk. “Mr. Sharpe? Yes a…” she glanced at me. “What did you say your name was, ma’am?”
“Elizabeth Matthews,” I answered politely, keeping my face neutral.
“Ms. Matthews is here. From the meeting this morning. Yes, she said you requested to see her. Very well, sir.” She set the phone down and nodded. “Go ahead.”
I reached for the doorknob, hoping my fingers weren’t shaking too badly. I took one step into the room and closed it behind me. Ethan was sitting there at the desk, a pile of papers in front of him, an untouched cup of coffee at his elbow. He looked up, saw me, and I could have sworn a small smile turned up the corners of his mouth for just an instant.
It was gone just as quickly.
“Elizabeth.” I had forgotten how deep his voice could be. He motioned to one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Sit down.”
I sat.
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “So, Elizabeth, I see two different possibilities here. One is that you saw me at the bar, knew I was the CEO of the company you were interning for, and decided that sleeping with me would boost your chances of success.”
I felt myself go white, and opened my mouth to protest. He held up a quick finger—he wasn’t done.
“Or, you had no idea who I was. That option means that you’re an intern who doesn’t do her research on the company she’s about to start working for, but not someone who tries to sleep her way to the top. I’m guessing it’s the latter, although that disappoints me…you seemed much smarter than that.” His expression was stern, and I wanted desperately to wilt into my chair and disappear. Instead, just as I had done in the meeting that morning, I sat up straighter in my chair, and looked Ethan directly in the eye, desperately trying not to think of what he looked like naked. I’d seen every inch of this man’s body, let him do incredibly intimate things to me, and now he was chastising me from the other side of his grand desk. It was beyond humiliating.
“Mr. Sharpe,” I began, and I gathered a small bit of confidence from the way his eyebrow rose slightly. Clearly he hadn’t expected me to be so professional. I kept going, hoping my nerve would hold. “I did, indeed do my research on this company. I knew the CEO’s name, but you introduced yourself to me only as Ethan, which is a common name, and didn’t tell me enough about your business dealings for me to guess that you were a CEO at all, let alone at the same company. D.C. is a large city, and “business” can mean many different things. I will admit that I did not look for a picture or other information about the CEO of this company, instead, I spent more time researching the people that I would be directly working for, since I doubted I would ever have the opportunity
to meet the CEO, being a lowly intern.”
He looked for a moment as if he were about to speak, but I plowed forward. “I would never have sex with someone to further my career, Mr. Sharpe. I assure you, had I known who you were, I would have politely thanked you for the drink, and wished you a good night. This internship and my reputation are very important to me, and I wish to tarnish neither of them by improper behavior.”
I stopped for a moment, and then continued. “I also think, Mr. Sharpe, that you are not the kind of man who wants to be known as someone who screws the interns. I think we can mutually agree that it is better to forget about this unfortunate incident, and move on without mention of it again.”
My heart was pounding in my chest; I could feel a lump in my throat. I knew he could fire me on the spot, send me packing back to the university without a question. I knew my high ground was actually on a very slippery slope, and I hoped he would respond quickly.
He was quiet for a long moment, his eyes appraising me. Finally, he spoke.
“You’re right, Ms. Matthews. I don’t screw the interns, as you so crassly put it. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, you’re new to all of this, and you meant well in your research of the company, I’m sure. Your boss speaks highly of you, and I think you will continue to be an asset to the company.”
“Thank you, Mr. Sharpe.” I waited for a second, and then stood. “If you don’t mind, I have a lot of work to do today still.”
“Of course.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Have a good day, Ms. Matthews.”
“You as well.” I turned and walked towards the door, careful to keep my pace measured and steady, although I wanted to run and fling myself headlong out into the hall. Just as I reached the door, I heard him call my name. “Elizabeth!”
