Chapter 42:

ELLIE

"Dégage!" Ethan snapped, not looking at me, but glaring coldly at Valentin.

Either I was really drunk, or Mr. Morgan could speak French.

"Qui es-tu?" Valentin asked from behind me.

"The guy who's going to kick your ass if you don't get your hands off her," Ethan retorted, his irritation clear, leaving me in shock.

"Are you out of your mind?"

God! What was wrong with him? I turned to face Valentin.

"I'm sorry, my friend is just joking."

"No, I’m not," Ethan said from behind me.

"Please, give us a moment," I asked.

Valentin nodded before walking away. I spun around to face Mr. Morgan.

"Have you lost your damn mind?"

"We need to leave."

"What?"

"You're drunk, and it's late."

"I'm not drunk. But even if I were, that's none of your business."

"Yes, you are. That's why that French jerk was trying to take advantage of you."

"Don't be ridiculous. We were just dancing."

"Don't be naive. He was just trying to grind up against you."

"And even if that were true, it’s still none of your business. And if you must know, maybe I'll let him do it. Excuse me." I said through gritted teeth before trying to move past him, but his arm wrapped around my waist, stopping me from continuing.

He pulled me back against his chest, pressing me into him as he walked us backward to the wall. His large hands landed on my hips, yanking me closer, eliminating any space between us as I gasped, feeling his thick erection pressing against my ass.

"If you want to grind against a cock, use mine," he growled into my ear, his deep voice sending shivers down my entire body.

I wanted to scream at him, tell him to let me go, but all I could do was tremble in his arms. Maybe it was the alcohol dulling my irritation, letting the excitement take over.

I stopped fighting, just wanting to feel him all over me. I closed my eyes, basking in the delicious heat of his enormous body.

"Where is everyone? You wouldn't be grabbing me if they were here," I asked, inhaling his intoxicating, sexy scent.

"They left and put me in charge of taking you back. So, we should leave."

I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he spoke.

"Clearly, they've lost their minds," I said, grinding my ass against his erection, unable to control myself, feeling him grow even harder.

His hands gripped my hips with a crushing force.

"What are you doing?" he asked, breathing heavily near my ear.

"I could ask you the same thing. Why are you acting like you own me?"

"You’re the one trying to get my attention, flirting with any idiot who crosses your path."

Mr. Morgan was still the same arrogant, presumptuous jerk.

"Nobody’s forcing you to chase after me like a puppy," I teased, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

"You're so drunk you're delirious, Miss Brown."

I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smiling, just like I was.

"I hate you."

"Good. The feeling’s mutual."

"Your dick seems to disagree," I whispered, grinding slowly against him, losing all sense of reason.

"I’m sure if I put my hand between your legs, I’d find your pussy disagrees too."

"You have a dirty mouth, Mr. Morgan."

"And you love it."

Yes, I did. And I couldn’t take it anymore. All the feelings stirring inside me were driving me insane. I needed relief.

"Let's end this, once and for all."

"What?"

"I want this." I pressed my butt against him harder.

"You’re drunk."

"I understand why you might think I need to be drunk to want this," I provoked.

"I can’t. You’ll regret it tomorrow."

"Shut up." I grabbed his belt loops, pulling him out of the restaurant.

Outside, I led him to the side of the building, pressing myself against the stone wall as I started to unbuckle his pants.

"No." He grabbed my hands. "We can’t do this."

I squinted at him, confused. Was he rejecting me? This made no sense.

"God! You don’t know what you want." I tried to escape the trap I had created between him and the wall, but he held me in place. "Let me go."

His hands reached my face.

"Ellie... you have no idea how badly I want this," he said, looking tortured, his eyes locked on mine. "But as much as I desire you almost insanely, I can’t do this with you drunk, because you’ll regret it tomorrow."

"Thanks for the concern, but I know exactly what I’m doing. So stop acting like you haven’t had just as much to drink as me."

Okay, part of that was a lie. I didn’t really know what I was doing or how I’d deal with it afterward. Maybe the alcohol was making me throw all caution to the wind. But one thing I did know was that I wanted this.

He stared at me in silence, fighting his desire. Maybe he needed a push, so I crashed my lips against his, pulling him by the collar of his shirt.

Letting go of control, his hands reached my thighs, lifting me up and pulling my dress up to my hips before rubbing his cock forcefully between my legs, making me moan against his lips.

Yes. This is what I needed. I reached for his pants, desperately trying to open them.

He pulled his lips away from mine, panting.

"Ellie..."

"Don’t you dare stop," I growled, feeling the urgent ache between my legs driving me wild.

With some effort, I managed to free his cock from his pants. Wrapping my fingers around him, I saw his eyes close as he groaned through clenched teeth, resting his forehead against mine. He was so thick and hot.

"Now, please," I begged.

I needed him inside me, the need becoming almost painful. With a growl, he pushed my panties to the side and positioned his thick head at my entrance, pressing forward.

"Oh my God!" I moaned as the familiar, delicious pain spread when he pushed inside me.

"Fuck... so wet," he groaned as he slowly sank deeper, forcing himself into me, making me gasp.

When he reached my limit, he pulled out and thrust back in. *Oh god! So good!*

Thrusting, he slid the thin straps of my black satin dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth.

"Please... faster," I begged feeling him suck hard.

His tongue slid up, moving along my sternum and collarbone until it reached my neck, where his lips sucked the skin. Following my request, he increased the speed of his thrusts, moving brutally and making me moan desperately.

“So naughty... You think I didn’t feel your eyes on me all day?” he whispered in my ear before biting my earlobe.

"Who’s delirious now?" I retorted, smiling and breathless.

How did he know? Maybe I hadn’t been as discreet as I thought.

“Were you thinking about my cock?” he grinned against my neck, thrusting hard, sending pleasure coursing through my body. “About how you’d like to feel it inside you, like right now?”

"Shut up." I slid my fingers through his hair before pulling it.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d wanted to do that all day. His rebellious hair drove me crazy, always messy in that sexy way.

"Admit it. I know you were dying to touch me earlier. I saw the way you looked at me in the bathroom."

It was true, but I wouldn’t admit that not in a million years.

"Shhh. Don’t ruin the moment," I moaned, breathless, loving every word that came out of his mouth, feeling my legs tremble. "Oh my God!" He was going so deep. I bit my lip, letting the pleasure consume me.

"Fuck." He groaned. "So beautiful." His lips crashed onto mine in a wild, deep kiss, just as his thrusts drove me insane.

Crushing my breasts with his chest, his movements became violent as he pressed my back against the wall. I was so lost in the pleasure that I didn’t care how uncomfortable the wall was behind me.

I could feel my orgasm building, so close. That delicious sensation swelling inside me, making me desperate for release, causing me to lose control of my body.

"Oh God! I’m gonna..." I moaned, feeling the spasms spread through my body.

"When I'm inside you, I understand why I can't stop thinking about this pussy," he whispered, thrusting into me hard, pushing me over the edge.

A shiver ran down my spine. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, my entire body shook as I moaned his name and dug my nails into his biceps.

"Fuck," I heard him moan, my eyes closed, panting, and still out of my mind. "The way you squeeze me when you come drives me crazy."

He didn’t stop moving; on the contrary, he increased his pace, thrusting into me with force, one stroke after another, bringing me to a second orgasm that almost made me lose consciousness.

He came wildly, exploding inside me and biting my shoulder painfully, trying to muffle his moans. I felt all the muscles in his body go rigid as he panted.

It was the best feeling in the world, the euphoria, his body pressed against mine… indescribable.

When our breathing steadied and we’d finally recovered, he pulled out of me.

"Can you stand?" he asked, still holding my thighs, his dark eyes full of concern.

I nodded, though I still felt weak. He let me go, and I adjusted my dress while he fixed his pants. I pulled the fabric down and slid the straps back over my shoulders.

Once my sanity returned, I looked around and realized we’d just had sex outside the restaurant. Someone could have seen us. How had I not cared about that?

"Ellie?" He pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

I nodded. Why did everything feel so awkward after sex?

"It’s late. We should head back."

"Yeah. Let’s go."

We didn’t speak on the five-minute drive back to the house. I didn’t know what to say, and he didn’t say anything either. When we arrived, we entered in silence and went upstairs to our room. Everyone must have been asleep by then because I didn’t see anyone.

"I’m just going to change and use the bathroom before heading down," he said as we entered the room.

It seemed so stupid of me to make him sleep on the couch after what we'd just done, but sharing the same bed would be too intimate.

*Not more intimate than having sex, you idiot.* I sat on the bed while he rummaged through his suitcase on the corner table.

"You can stay if you want," I said nervously, feeling my heart race.