Filthy Secret

ASPEN

After the talk with Ethan about birth control, he hasn’t brought it up again. The implication was clear. He wanted a baby with me. I should have been ecstatic at the thought of him wanting me in that way, but there was another part, a bigger part of me, that overpowered it all. I didn’t want to upset my family. Katrina.

Although I didn’t see much of her, we had always gotten along. It felt like a betrayal what I was doing with Ethan. I know they are divorced, but I still didn’t feel good about myself and what I was doing. It didn’t stop me from doing it though. I can’t get enough of Ethan, and it was obvious he felt the same way. He was insatiable. We fucked in the morning before work, in his office at work sometimes twice a day and then in the evening. I was so sore from all the sex, but I just couldn’t stop. It was better than anything I had ever felt before.

I was now a month into my relationship with Ethan and six weeks into my internship with another six to go before I finished and returned to my normal life at Oxford college. It saddened me to think about it, to not be around Ethan, to not live with him, but it was our reality, and there was no way we could keep our relationship going once my contract at Caldwell Global Investments ended. I couldn’t keep Ethan. No matter how much I wanted to. My family would never approve of us, and quite frankly, I couldn’t even blame them. Was I sick for allowing this to happen? I didn’t think I was. But I doubt other people would see it as normal given who his ex-wife was and the twenty-year age difference.

I sigh, wondering how the hell I got myself into this mess. But then I remember that the last month has been the best of my life. And it’s not even just the sex, though that is amazing. It’s him. The way he is possessive over me, the butterflies that swim in my tummy every time I see his gorgeous face, the way he looks after me and knows what I need before I’ve even anticipated it. The way I… love him. My eyes widen.

Oh god.

No.

No. No. No.

I cannot love Ethan.

But I do.

Deep down, I know I do. I have fallen in love with Ethan Caldwell.

“Aspen?” a familiar drawl sounds, snapping me out of my dilemma. I look up to find Ethan hovering over my desk, a frown on his face.

“Hmm?”

“I called you several times. Come to my office.” He turns without another word and saunters away.

I push out of my chair and follow him, quietly closing the door when I have stepped inside. He sits on his desk, thick thighs spread, looking good enough to eat. God, he makes my mouth water.

“Is everything okay? You seemed out of it just then.”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

I stride towards him, only stopping when I am close enough to touch him. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about my family.” I don’t tell him that I had come to the realization that I have, in fact, fallen in love with him. He searches my face, looking for any hint that I am lying. Seemingly satisfied, he grabs my waist and pulls me to him.

“I already told you that I am happy to sit down with them and tell them about us.”

I shake my head. “No. We are only together for the duration of my internship. I don’t want to cause unnecessary upset for a fling.”

He makes a noise in his throat as a look I can’t quite decipher flashes in his eyes. It’s gone as quick as it came, and he plasters on a smile.

“Very well.” He spins me so quick, bending me over his desk. He flips up my skirt and rips my panties from my body.

I squirm as the cool air hits my wet folds. “Ethan, stop.” I hiss.

He spanks me, making me yelp. “No,” that one word leaves no room for argument, and before I know what’s happening, I hear the tell-tale sign of his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled down. I jolt when he runs the tip of his cock down my slit. “You are always so fucking wet for me, little lamb.” He groans in my ear. “Does it turn you on, knowing I was your aunts’ husband? Does it turn you on knowing that I never filled her with my come, but I fill you, give you every little drop of me? Hmm?”

Jesus. His dirty words and talking about Katrina shouldn’t excite me, but it does. Dammit, it does.

“Ethan,” I moan. I feel him smile against my skin, and then he shoves into me. I cry out, still not used to the thickness of him, but he doesn’t give me time to recover. He pounds into me relentlessly. Mercilessly. Possessively.

He reaches round my front and thumbs my clit like his life depends on it, all the while pounding me so hard, I am surprised the desk doesn’t move.

“Come, little lamb. Come on my cock so I can fill you with my come, just how you like.” Although I have requested him to wear condoms several times, some sick part of me likes how I am the only partner he has never used protection with. Likes how I am the exception.

He thrusts into me so deep now, hitting a spot that sets my orgasm off. It barrels through me, and I cry out his name as I clench around his dick, just as he asked me to.

“Fuck,” he grits, going harder now. Then he stills, and I know he is coming when he jerks inside of me, his hot come filling me, just how he likes. I fall forward as he pulls out, tired from that little session, then feel his fingers at my entrance. I know what he’s doing-shoving his seed back into me. He likes doing that. I don’t know why. He scoops me up in his arms and stalks to the couch. He drops down, taking me with him, and cradles me in his lap like I am the most precious thing in the world. He strokes hair from my face so gently it makes me shiver. I feel him staring at me, but I don’t open my eyes. “Are you tired, little lamb?” “Mmm, I am,” I mumble.

“Why?”

I frown at the weird question but answer anyway. “Umm, because you fuck me for hours each day and night, and then I have to spend eight hours in an office, working, and you still find time to have your way with me. I’m exhausted.”

He presses his lips to my head. “I am insatiable when it comes to you, baby. I can’t get enough.”

I smile. “Is that supposed to be an apology?” “No. I will never apologise for wanting you so much.” I open my eyes and stare at him. Ethan Caldwell.

A man off-limits.

The man I love.