Autumn in London by Louise Bay Read Free Book Online Page B

“How do I get myself that gig?”
    “I mean it, get lost.”
    “I take it back about your improved mood. You need to get lucky, sweetie.”
    Lucky was exactly what I got.
    I rummaged through my bag for my phone and scrolled through to find Ethan. He’d filed himself under “Sex God” again. Of course he had.
    I’m looking forward to seeing you this evening. It’s good to have you in London.
    He replied right away. It’s good to be here. I’m glad we found each other. See you tonight, beautiful.
    My stomach lurched.

Chapter Six
    Ethan
    I knocked on Anna’s apartment door just after nine. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to seeing her. She relaxed me. When the door opened, I couldn’t take my eyes of her.
    “Hey,” she said.
    I didn’t reply, I didn’t want to waste a second. I walked toward her and without breaking stride, I grabbed her perfect ass and guided her backward into the hallway, at the same time, bringing the hem of her shirt up and over her head. All I could think about was being buried inside her and watching her as she came.
    “Hey Anna, how was your day?” She was mocking me.
    I ignored her and pulled down her jogging pants. She stood in her underwear, not helping but not hindering me either. Jesus she was beautiful. I tugged at my tie as she continued her conversation with herself. “It was great, thanks, Ethan. I got a lot done despite a number of office distractions. What about you? I had a good day too, Anna, thanks, I had a number of meetings—”
    “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” I interrupted her as I dropped my pants. Without a word, she did what I said and took position. I grabbed a condom out of my wallet. I was as hard as steel and I couldn’t wait another minute. The curve of her back offering me that perfect lace-covered ass was all I could concentrate on. I moved her panties to one side and thrust straight into her.
    “Fuck,” she screamed. I pulled out and slammed into her again. My hands wanted to be on every part of her body at once—her hips, her tits, her pussy, in her hair, across her stomach. Jesus, I couldn’t get enough. I throbbed inside her—I was going to come in about ten seconds.
    “Harder, Ethan.”
    I pushed in again, relishing the feel of her around my cock. She was made for me. She grunted as I thrust in again and her fingernails pressed into the wall. I reached for her perfect tits. Her nipples puckered under my touch and I squeezed, perhaps too hard because her head snapped back onto my shoulder. There was too much of her to enjoy.
    “You were so ready for me Anna. Have you been wet for me all day?” I whispered into her ear.
    She nodded.
    “Tell me, Anna.”
    “I’ve wanted you all day. I’ve been thinking about you inside me.”
    I couldn’t hold anything back. The sound of my flesh meeting hers and the moans from her were all too much. The sight of her, the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her. She was everything. How could I have let her go back to London? How could I have not had her all these weeks? What had I been thinking?
    She pushed back against me and I went deeper. I gripped her shoulder, riding in and out of her. She clenched around me, and her breath shortened. I slid my fingers around her hip and down to meet her clit. She bucked underneath me. I circled the nerves and the wetness around my cock increased.
    “Yes. Just. Like. That,” she breathed.
    Her head dropped to between her arms as if she were defeated. She had given into me, into the pleasure of it all. She turned her head so her eyes met mine and she came with a look of vulnerability mixed with pure lust. That look ended me and I poured into her.
    I stood still for a few seconds, catching my breath, her head resting on the wall in front of her. I pulled out of her and she whimpered as if my cock leaving her was the last thing she wanted. Jesus . She could corrupt the Pope. I picked her up and walked us into her bedroom. I lay