Ethan's POV
I looked down only to see I had gotten a hard-on.
Oh my…
I blinked hard.
Holy… fucking… cow.
I gritted my teeth in frustration, jerking my head away from her. God knows I wanted to stop looking at her, but it wasn't easy.
"Stop trying to fight it, Ethan," she chuckled suddenly.
I snapped my eyes back to her glaring.
"You—" I seethed, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I scoffed, my breathing uneven. "Just hours ago, you jerked me off under the damn table during dinner, and now you're dressed like this in front of me? Tell me, what the hell is your deal?" I rasped out, struggling to contain myself.
"Isn't it obvious?" She smiled, her voice low, almost dreamy, as she stepped closer to me.
I blinked hard, staring at her; something didn't feel right.
"Right from the moment I saw you at the airport…" she whispered as she lifted her hands to caress my face. Her touch was slow and deliberate, and I didn't stop her even though I knew I should have.
But instead I just… stood there, letting her touch me while at the same time listening to her as she spewed something I couldn't really understand.
"I got attracted to you…" she continued, her voice soft and slurred. almost too slurred, as if she were drunk.
"And ever since then…" Her hands trailed from my face down to my chest; her fingertips grazed my skin through the fabric, sending heat straight through me.
God knows I should've stopped her; yes, I should've at least said something to make her stop anything, but then again, I didn't.
"I've been wondering what it'd feel like if we were to actually…" Her hands paused just above my waistband, hovering near my groin, then her eyes locked onto mine, her voice dropping into a whisper as she murmured,
"If we could actually…" She bit her bottom lip slowly and seductively, the kind of bite that messes with a man's sanity.
Oh God, help me.
"Do it," she dropped finally, and before I knew it, her palm cupped me through my trousers.
What the...
I flinched as something instantly snapped inside me, and I shifted away from her fast.
She blinked, startled, definitely not expecting that.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, voice shaking with restraint.
God, the kind of effect she has on me.
"Are you really going to pretend you're not feeling this too, Ethan?" she murmured, her voice thick and almost sleepy. Was she perhaps really drunk or something?
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I rasped, nearly breathless.
"But this has to stop!" I snapped, my voice filled with mild anger and restraint as I tried to control the storm building inside me.
"Look…" I exhaled heavily, dragging my eyes away from her lips. "You're drop-dead gorgeous and probably used to men falling at your feet. But me? No. This has to stop. You're my brother's wife, for fuck's sake. So please, stop messing with my head." I said, and then I took several more steps away from her like she was a plague, like getting any closer would kill me, and with that, I turned to leave.
However...
"I like how you're resisting, Ethan…"
Her words suddenly came from behind me, making me halt in my tracks. I turned around sharply, my glare hard.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"Seriously," she purred, a smirk playing at her lips. "What makes you think you could resist this body of a goddess, huh?"
Her lips suddenly curled into a mischievous smile, and before I could process her words, she suddenly began to slip off her lingerie.
Oh, fuck.
My eyes dimmed instantly as the alarm bell went off in my head; acting fast, I shot forward, grabbing her before she could strip any further.
"Enough of this, Jessica!" I growled, trying to hold her still, but she kept resisting, twisting in my arms like she wanted me to lose control.
"Admit it, Ethan. You want me too, don't you?" She purred against my ear, her breath on my face smelling somehow, and that's when it finally hit me.
She's drunk—drop-dead drunk—and completely out of it.
Oh hell.
How come I didn't notice it earlier? No wonder she was being so reckless.
"C'mon, Ethan…" She purred again, her pupils wide and glassy, her voice almost like a moan.
"You're drunk..." I muttered, tightening my grip on her. Then, in one swift motion, I lifted her and carefully placed her down on the couch.
"Jessica, please. Calm the hell down. Let me help you," I said, trying to make her sit, but her stubborn ass kept resisting.
"No, Ethan… I'm not letting go until you tell me how you feel—"
"And what the fuck is going on here?"
A thunderous voice suddenly cracked through the air, and we both froze.
Jessica immediately stopped moving, and we both turned around only to see Marcus.
His cold stare was pinned on us like a blade, and his eyes burned with something deadly as they took in me and Jessica, who were in the worst position ever.
Jessica was half-naked on me, and my hands were all over her. It was such an intimate sight, and it was enough for anyone to get the wrong idea, and I'm sure Marcus already had. It was obvious with the dark expression that clouded his features.
"I… uh…" I open my mouth to start explaining the panic surging through me, but before I could, he was already on us.
"Hands off my wife, you fucking dick," he snapped, shoving me back.
Then he turned swiftly to Jessica, who was still on the couch, now muttering nonsense and acting completely out of it.
"Sh*t, I told you not to drink so much tequila. Why don't you ever fucking listen to me?" he muttered as he scooped her into his arms.
Then he turned toward me, jaw clenched tight, and his stare was enough to skin me alive.
"You—" he seethed.
Look," I said quickly. "Don't get the wrong idea, okay? She's drunk, and I was just trying to help—"
Whatever," he spat coldly.
"Next time, even if she's passed out in the middle of the damn road, don't go near her. Don't fucking touch her. You hear me?" His voice dropped lower, darker. "This is your one and only warning; next time I won't just talk. Now move," he growled.
His voice was cold, flat, and yet calm, and that scared me more than anything.
Without a word I stepped aside and let him pass.
Jessica was still in his arms, mumbling nonsense, but just as they reached the stairs, she suddenly turned around, and her eyes met mine.
And for the briefest second—I saw it.
Something flickered behind her gaze.
Not drunkenness. Not confusion.
Something sharp and calculated.
And then her lips curled into that slow, signature smirk of hers.
I blinked.
Wait… what?
I thought she was wasted a second ago.
So how the fuck did she look that sober just now?
Now that I think about it, was she ever drunk before, or was she just playing me?
I stood there for a moment, frozen, replaying it in my head, but then I shook it off. Marcus had made things pretty damn clear.
Maybe it's finally time I stopped thinking about his wife.
I picked up my phone from where it had fallen earlier and walked back to my room, heart still hammering.
Inside, I headed straight for the bathroom, desperate to wash off the mess of tonight—especially Jessica.
But the moment the cold water hit me, it was like flipping a switch—
Instead of cooling me down, every memory came flooding back.
Her legs tangled with mine. Her warm skin pressed into me as I tried to restrain her; that look she gave me, the smirk.
Fuck! The more I thought about it, the more I started getting hot again.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why can't I stop thinking about her?
Marcus already made it clear to stay the hell away. So why the fuck do I still want her?
Why does every part of me still burn for her?
With a frustrated groan, I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and then stormed out of the bathroom, wrapping the towel around me as I did.
But the second I stepped into my room, I froze.
There was someone lying sprawled on my bed.
Even in the darkness, I could tell it was a woman.
My stomach sank at once, my mind spinning in confusion.
What the actual hell?
Who the hell is—
Immediately I flicked on the
Light and right on cue, the figure stirred and then turned around.
"Hi, Ethan."
I gasped.
It was none other than Jessica!
Lying sprawled on my bed and smiling like a damn seductress...