Chapter 28: Marks That Don’t Fade

ELLIE

It was a woman’s voice. I panicked. Oh God! I had completely forgotten that we were in a restaurant bathroom. Shit. Morgan had barged into a women’s restroom.

He looked at me, shook his head, and pressed a finger to my lips, signaling for me to stay quiet before kissing me. Slowly, he slid into me again. We weren’t sure if the person behind the door had left, but Ethan kept moving slowly, sliding in and out of me deliciously.

He only paused to step away from the door and prop me up on the cold marble of one of the bathroom sinks. The feeling of the cold surface against my back and butt made my body shiver.

Pleasure was overtaking my body again as Ethan moved his hips sensually between my legs, kissing my neck when my phone started ringing in my purse beside us. Shit. Who could be calling me?

He lifted his face from my neck, looking into my eyes.

“No,” he said, realizing I was eyeing my purse.

“It could be important,” I said as he stopped moving.

“More important than this?” he asked, thrusting deeply inside me.

I closed my eyes. No. Nothing was more important than this. Than this incredible sensation. Then I remembered that Todd was probably still waiting for me outside. How much time had passed? I should’ve sent him a message telling him to leave.

“I need to…” I started to say.

“No,” he interrupted.

“I just need to send a message.” He stopped moving again, leaning his head against my chest, inhaling deeply against my skin, clearly frustrated.

“To whom?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“He’s probably still waiting for me.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he growled, visibly irritated. “Are you seriously thinking about sending a message to that jerk outside while I’m inside you?”

“I just…”

“I guess I underestimated your ability to be a bitch,” he said, cutting me off.

“I told you not to talk to me like that,” I snarled, grabbing the collar of his sweatshirt with my hands, pulling his face closer to mine, and unintentionally making him thrust deeper into me, making us both shudder.

He bit his lip, grabbed the back of my head, and began moving inside me again, thrusting faster and harder.

“How should I talk when you’re acting like a dirty slut?” he whispered against my lips, his anger turning into lust, driving him to move his hips even faster.

I was breathless, desperate for release.

“Please,” I moaned, begging.

I tightened my legs around his waist and clung to his body as I felt it all over again, pleasure consuming me. He kissed me deeply, gripping my hips, thrusting relentlessly, faster and harder, going deeper until we both climaxed together. We were swept away by the orgasm, surrounded by our sweaty bodies and a wet kiss.



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ETHAN

She was still breathless, her eyes distant, so I took the opportunity to kiss her one more time before she came to her senses and kicked my ass out. I bit her full lower lip before covering her lips with mine, tasting her incredible flavor on my tongue. How was it possible that my desire continued even after I had just come inside her?

Her phone started ringing again on the sink. I pulled away, withdrawing from her and letting her go, feeling the irritation rise within me. I pulled up my pants while watching her put her clothes back in place. She grabbed her things, took out her phone, and stared at the screen but didn’t answer. The anger slowly consumed me; I knew it was her damn ex.

“Go on, answer it,” I challenged. She gave me a look that said she was ready to kick me in the balls.

“What the hell is your problem?” she asked, frowning.

Damn. It seemed impossible to talk to her after the fog of climax dissipated. That was because it became harder to face the reality of the situation when we returned to our senses. I was aware that I had no right to be angry or demand anything from her, but I simply couldn’t control myself.

The idea of her being with another man was enough to make my blood boil. Fuck. I was feeling possessive about a woman I had no claim over. I ran my hands over my face and hair, trying to calm down. Where the hell was my reason?

“Are you seriously thinking about getting back with him?” I needed to know. I couldn’t even think straight with this idea tormenting me.

“Why do you think I owe you an explanation?” she asked, frowning and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Maybe because we just…”

“Stop. We both know this was a mistake.” I could barely contain my anger at hearing that.

“Are you kidding?”

“No. You are, thinking I owe you any explanation.”

“So that’s how it’s going to be?”

“What are you talking about? It was just sex. I thought you said you weren’t the guy who calls the next day. So act like it.”

Of course, she would take advantage of the situation to throw that in my face. And maybe I deserved it. Fuck. I had no idea what I was doing. When I saw her sitting next to that jerk, I completely lost my mind, blinded by anger, just following my impulses that told me to go after her and make her understand that she was mine. She was making me act like a caveman.

It was hard to admit, but I barely slept last night thinking about her. More specifically, about fucking her. The only time I managed to distract myself, even for a little while, was during work.

So I thought maybe I could find some way to convince her to make the most of this, and if I couldn’t, I wouldn’t know what to do. I wasn’t willing to give up my peace of mind because of a woman; I had to get what I needed. And even if she tried to deny it with all her might, she couldn’t pretend that the sex wasn’t incredible because I clearly remembered every reaction of her body.

“Are you trying to deny what just happened?”

“Didn’t you hear me? It was just sex. And it was a mistake.” She started walking towards the door, passing by me. I grabbed her arm. She tried to pull away with an angry expression. I leaned in, just a few inches above her face.

“Go ahead. Keep trying to deny that you don’t want this again,” I said, looking into her eyes.

“Let go of me,” she said through gritted teeth. I released her arm before turning and opening the door, walking out of the bathroom. What a hellish woman! Why did she insist on acting like a bitch?

“Ethan?” Will called out a second after I closed the door behind me, making me turn my head in his direction.

Fuck. He was standing in the hallway near the men’s bathroom door.

“What were you doing in there?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest with a confused expression.

Shit. I needed to get him out of here before Miss Brown decided to come out. I took a few steps until I stopped in front of him, trying to come up with an excuse.

“So? Are you identifying with your feminine side today or…” A sly smile spread across his face. “Were you screwing someone in there?”

I swallowed hard. Shit.

“Shit! You really were, weren’t you?”

“Let’s get back to the table…” I started to say, but the sound of the door behind us opening made my entire body stiffen. Will’s smile disappeared as he looked over my shoulder.