Page 63 of Two Years Gone

I sighed and set her down, resting my head on her shoulder and inhaling her scent before I turned the water off and stepped out, handing Ella a towel.

I wrapped myself up and made my way into the closet to get dressed. I heard the shower turn back on and assumed Ella was washing up.

After getting dressed, I sat on a chair to pull on my shoes when Ella emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She walked past me with a smile and left for her own room to change.

“I should just make her move in here,” I mumbled as I watched her walk by.

I walked into her room as she emerged from her closet, her skinny jeans hugging all the right places. I rubbed the back of my head and exhaled, shaking the dirty thoughts out of my mind.

“Ready to head down?”

Ella nodded with a smile, and we walked down together. With the new schedule, she was only working four days a week, which meant today she had the day off.

I took her hand as we walked down the stairs.

“I really am sorry about yesterday.”

“I know, Zane.” She smiled and squeezed my hand.

“I’m sorry too.”

“Let me make it up to you?”

Ella grinned and nudged my arm with hers.

“What do you have in mind? Please tell me it’s ice cream.”

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I gripped her hand and rushed down the hallway toward my office.

“Zane! What are you doing?” Ella laughed as she attempted to keep up with me.

I pushed through the door to the office and flung her inside before locking it behind me.

Ella’s cheeks were flushed from our dash down the hallway, making me all the more heated as I stepped closer to her.

Ella backed up.

“Zane…what do you think you’re—”

I lunged forward, pulling her into my arms. She let out a squeal as I lifted her and set her down on my desk. I kissed her hard, every bit of passion spilling over.

She gripped my arms, her legs wrapped around me as I leaned her back slightly, kissing my way down her neck and chest. She let out a soft moan, which only excited me more.

“Zane, I can’t…,” she sighed as her hands moved to my chest and began playing with the buttons on my shirt.

I met her eyes.

“I’m not going to do anything more than worship you the way you deserve,” I growled, returning my mouth to hers.

My kiss was deep, taking in the taste of her mouth and her lips. I undid the button on her pants and removed them in one swift move.

I practically ripped the panties off her body, my hand moving to her pearl. I stroked it, and she let out a moan, her need consuming her.

I leaned her back on the desk as I kissed my way down her body, my mouth stopping to suck her slit. Ella gasped in pleasure, her back arching.

She knotted her hand in my hair as I kissed and sucked and licked, tasting her.

“Zane!” she moaned as the pressure built. When it finally spilled over, I traveled back up her body, my lips brushing her cheek.