The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (18 page)

“Now I should be asking you what’s wrong.” Ethan shut and latched the bedroom door.

“Nothing.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and looked over one of them. “Jackson?”

Jasmine couldn’t hold it in. “You’re not going to make me sleep with him, are you?”

Those hands loosened their grip. “Sleep with him? Why would I ask you to do that?”

“Don’t know. Maybe it’s because he keeps leering at me. He’s one lip lick away from getting a smack. Plus you two seem like the buddy type who would be into that sort of thing.”

Ethan did not hesitate to correct these assertions. “I have no intention of asking such a thing. That’s just how he is. I’ll talk to him if he’s bothering you that much. Besides, it’s in the contract. Nobody else. I wouldn’t bring in a third or ask you to go to someone else without going over it with you first.”

“How chivalrous.”

Both of his arms wrapped around her torso. “Haven’t you figured it out? You’re mine.”

He growled into her ear, asserting himself in a way that was almost comical. Yet it rippled through Jasmine’s body, making her stomach tingle and her hands ball into excited fists. She hadn’t felt much of anything when he kissed her on the couch. Now she felt something. If Ethan kept this up, she would be putty between his fingers.

“Only my body. Is that enough for you?” She knew that he would say yes.

But he didn’t. “Honestly, just the body isn’t any fun. Well, maybe the first time. But I would probably surprise you if I told you that I actually like it when my partner is having fun.”

“You say that, but you just spent the past two weeks driving me crazy in your office.”

“How so?”

“All that cock sucking and I only got something in return twice? Please, Ethan, it’s not some great honor that gets me off. Well, not
just
that anyway.”

He squeezed her tighter, his arms like a warm, protective shell around her. One of his hands groped her breast, and something hard –
Gee, what it could be? –
bumped into the top of her ass. “My apologies. I’ll do my part to make sure you’re getting what’s coming. What was it again? Good and hard?”

“I don’t recall saying anything about hard. I just said give it to me good.”

Those arms unwrapped from her, much to Jasmine’s chagrin. “In due time. How about we start with something else?” His fingers hooked beneath her chin, tilting her head back until his lips grazed hers again. “There are things I’ve been fantasizing about doing to you. With you.”

“You? Fantasizing about me?” Jasmine almost didn’t believe it.

Ethan pinched her nose and turned away. “It may surprise you, but I fantasize about things being good and hard just as much as anyone else. Just perhaps in a different context. Now,” he reached his hand back and grazed her cheek with his knuckles, “what say you get on my bed?”

Although she turned into mush inside, Jasmine knew better than to let it show. “Depends. Do I get my share of the fun? Cock sucking not included.”

“We’ll see.”

So that’s a yes.
Jasmine could easily live with that. Her eyes never leaving his, she strolled to the bed, removing her coat and letting it fall to the floor. The chill over her bare arms was almost pleasurable.

But not as pleasurable as what Ethan did to her that night.

14

“Take off your shoes. Lovely. Sit right there, looking at me. You know, you had it easy up until now. Can you believe this is the first time I’ve had you back to my place since you started working for me? That’s slow even for me. I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about you. Not just your body, although I’m quite entranced with it. I like your fire. Your personality. I appreciate having you around. I would appreciate you even more right now if you would lift your skirt a little. There. Stop there. Shit, you’re driving me crazy, do you know that? I have all these plans for you, and yet all I can think about is shoving you down, spreading those legs, and fucking you until the world turns dark.”

Jasmine kept herself propped up on the bed with her elbows.
Still not much of a romantic.
Romance had long gone out of the window anyway. At this point all Jasmine cared about was the very thing Ethan just mentioned. But this pacing back and forth in front of the bed was getting them nowhere.

His necktie came flying off with a single downward tug. Rarely did Ethan let himself look so disheveled. He looked at Jasmine with wild eyes, sizing her up.

“Close your eyes.”

She obeyed, but only because she didn’t want to see the tie whiz by her eyes and slap her somehow.
From zero to kinky in five seconds.
But the smack never came. Thank God, because Jasmine was not into that.

Instead she felt the tie wrap snugly around her head, tying in her hair and pressing against her eyes. When she opened them, all she saw was black silk and a sliver of light at the bottom. Sensory deprivation it was then.

“Be a good girl.” Ethan kissed her throat, his hand trailing up her arm and then grabbing her breast again. This time, his fingers pressed beneath her dress and warmed her skin.
Go farther south, I dare you.
Jasmine’s breasts strained against her bra. She didn’t know if it was because it was ill-fitting or because she wanted out of that damned thing and beneath Ethan’s body. “A good girl who tells me what she wants.”

More shivers coursed through Jasmine’s body as she struggled for words. “I want whatever you’re giving.”

“No, no, you have to be more specific than that.” Ethan snatched his hand out, but his mouth remained near her ear. His breath pounded into it, exciting her and inciting him. “Tell me.”

I want you to get inside me, jerk.
Jasmine could see it – feel it – now. Her, Ethan, this bed pounding against the wall as he pounded her. They could do any position he wanted, although in Jasmine’s fantasy she saw herself pinned beneath him, his body consuming hers as they neither made love nor blindly fucked. Yet she also thought of that first night, and the first orgasm he almost gave her. “I liked it when you went down on me. You should do that more often.”

The bed rocked as Ethan moved around. Jasmine had no idea what he was doing since she couldn’t see – not until he clasped his hands around her arms, lifted them up along with her torso, and strapped her wrists together with a soft rope.
Oh my God.
Jasmine had never been bound before. Not even constricted outside of a man pinning her somewhere.
Fuck me.
Ethan wrapped his large hand around the back of her neck and heaved a hot, biting breath into her ear. She whimpered.

“Finally we’re getting somewhere.”

At first he was gentle in the way he touched her shoulders, her arms, and then her hands as they came together behind her back. But then Ethan yanked on her zipper, tearing against the fine threads of her expensive designer dress… that he paid for, although that was beside the point.

“Remind me, is this the dress you bought two of?”

The moment Jasmine nodded was the moment half her dress tore away from her body. “Ah!” His hands were on her, ripping her clothes, and bruising the softest parts of her flesh as this wore on. Jasmine went from being fully clothed to half naked as Ethan tore apart the dress, letting it flutter into her lap, hang from her shoulders, and expose her stomach and chest with nothing but a lacy bra to impede things.

He ripped that too, right at the hooks in the back.

“It looked good on you.” His words disappeared into her ear as he kissed it, licked it, even moaned into it as he pressed his groin against her back. Jasmine groaned, her boss’s hands on her breasts – both this time, yanking away the last of the cotton and lace until both of her nipples were trapped between his fingers.
I’m not supposed to like this.
He was tying her up, tearing her clothes off, and God knew what else… she wanted to know. She wanted him to tell her what was going on and why she would like it. Jasmine cried in obedience as Ethan dug his fingers into her naked thighs and yanked on her underwear. With a heavy rip they came clear from her body. “Open up.”

He had her pulled into his lap, her hand between her legs as she fought to widen them. Her toes gripped the edge of the bed as her ass ground into Ethan’s groin. Good to know that he was still hard as ever. If they were in his office she would have her mouth on his cock by now, sucking him off until he couldn’t take anymore.
And not getting anything in return.
Ethan was making up for that now by pressing his fingers against her slit and making her whimper one more time.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His breath was still hot, this time on her throat as he sucked her skin there. “I hope you know that.”

Jasmine could tell – feel it come out of her the longer this went on. Her body craved him just like it did every time. Three times before. Once in this very bed, where they had more room and he had more regard for her pleasure than just bending her over his desk and pounding into her. “It’s because of you.” She didn’t know why those words fell from her lips, especially since they sounded so… desperate. Like she wanted him to be impressed that her body readied for him at that moment.

“I’m sure there could be more.”

“Definitely.”

She thought he would finger her, or at least rub her clit from this enchanting angle. What she did not anticipate was Ethan untying her wrists and dragging her, still half clad in a torn designer dress, to the top of the bed. Her wrists were slammed against the headboard, and the ropes tied her to either end while her legs flailed below. She still couldn’t see a thing.

But she was on her back now. Looking up, if the blindfold wasn’t on. She could feel Ethan looming over her, his wet fingers pinching her nipple before his mouth followed and his tongue flicked against each one. Writhing, Jasmine begged for him to keep going, to make her into the slut he paid her to be.

“Quiet.” Ethan hooked his hands beneath her knees and held her legs up. They spread around his waist, leaving her center to expect him at any moment.
Fuck me, fuck me!
Jasmine’s hips undulated against empty air as she strained against her binds. They held fast to the headboard. She was tied up and ready to do whatever he wanted.

Jasmine had no way to anticipate that what he wanted was to fuck her with his tongue.

Because that’s what
she
wanted, and at no point in this one-sided relationship did she anticipate Ethan Cole giving a shit about what she wanted. Yet she had asked for it – for him to eat her out like he had on that first “date,” if it could be called that. Now here he was, lifting her hips into the air as his mouth came down to meet her between the legs. Jasmine gasped, afraid of saying something to ruin the moment that he had asked silence for.
How do I keep quiet when this is going on?
His tongue punched into her, filling her as much as it could until it slowly drew out of her and rubbed her clit. Tingles of pleasure shot through her, erupting from her thighs and centering in her breasts.
Oh God oh God oh God.
The thoughts ran together, blending in her mind as she clamped her mouth shut and squealed in her throat. Her arms pulled against their binds, fingers wrapping around each soft rope and hoping that they held.

They did. But not for a lack of effort on Jasmine’s part. Finally, she burst, a cry of ecstasy spilling from her lips even though it was forbidden. It only made Ethan flick against her faster, his mouth humming against her just as she would hum against him.

Maybe it really was about her pleasure right now.

“Ethan!” His lips consumed her flesh as his tongue darted in and out of her, sometimes lingering inside and other times circling her entrance. Orgasm threatened to break the bonds holding Jasmine to the headboard, but prior to falling over the edge of her desires, Ethan let his tongue touch the inside of her thigh before wandering up to her navel. She hoped that his fingers would find themselves inside her, but they did not touch her aside from spreading her legs wide.

“Say my name again.” His hand was on her shoulder, then on her chest as his thumb wrapped around her throat. Gentle, but the pressure was there. His other hand held her by the hip, her bare skin rubbing against his clothes.
That’s not all the rubbing…
Now the first hand rubbed her breast, pinching her nipple before returning to the top of her chest. This motion continued until he said, “I want to hear it.”

“Ethan…”