Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 47

Emma's POV

I looked at my wrist watch again. It was one in the morning and I was becoming sleepy but the entertainment was amazing. Celine Dion was performing her hits, and I loved me some Celine.  

"Enjoying yourself?" Ethan asked, moving closer to me. 

We were alone in his private booth, which had the best view in the place, with comfortable seats and cooling units.

"Yes, I am," I said, yawning.

"You're sleepy baby," he said, hugging me and laying me on his lap like a baby. He rubbed my back softly.

"Stop. You're gonna make me fall asleep if you continue to do that," I told him, removing his hand.

"Do you want to leave now?"

"Yeah," I said with another yawn.

He took me in his arms and carried me, bridal style, with my arms around his neck while I laid against his hard chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was like music to my ears. I missed that.

I was placed in a black limousine. He slide in next to me and I fell asleep on his lap.

I woke up in a very comfortable, soft bed. I had to use the bathroom. With sleep still in my eyes, I headed to the bathroom and walked into a wall. I fell onto the floor with a semi loud crash.

"Emma?" I heard a concerned voice say my name. 

With the clap of hands the lights came on. 

"Baby, are you okay?" Ethan was helping me to my feet.

I nodded, holding my head. He moved my hand and saw a bruise where I had collided, head-on, with the wall.

"Baby, why did you walk into the wall?"

"I thought I was at my apartment. The bathroom is on the left at my place."

He wrapped his arms around me. 

I went to the bathroom and when I came out he looked so concerned and serious.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine."

He kissed my forehead and lay me onto his chest, knowing it was my favorite sleeping position when we were in bed together.

I smiled. I was back at the mansion, in bed with him.

I woke up very early. Ethan was still in bed sleeping. I tiptoed to the bathroom for a shower then changed into one of my night gowns. The majority of my belongings were still in his room, just the way I'd left them. I slipped back into bed, careful not to wake him.

"Have a nice shower?" he asked softly as he hugged my tiny waist.

Dammit, does anything get past him?

"Uh uh," I answered. 

He got up and headed towards the bathroom. 

Thirty minutes later, he came out wrapped in a bath towel. He moved into his walk-in closet and threw one of his work suits on the bed. I shifted so I could look at him.

"Are you going to work?" I asked, feeling sad that he was already leaving.

"Yes, baby."

I pouted.

He began to dress. 

I threw the covers off of me and locked him into my arms. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, putting on his shoe. I ran kisses on his neck and ran my hands down toward his crotch.

"Baby, what are you doing?" he asked, letting out a soft moan as I felt his manhood through his pants.

I didn't answer, nor did I stop. I took his jacket off; I was already heated for him. I'd been heated for him since I'd laid eyes on him at the gala and I wasn't about to wait until he came back from work. I wanted him now, and I would have him now. I didn't care about anything else. 

I undid his shirt and rubbed his hard chest.

"Emma, baby, you're going make me late."

"Hmm, you're the boss," I said, turning his face towards me and kissing his lips.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back.

Yes, finally.

He laid me back onto the bed as he climbed onto me, not moving from my lips. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants and moved my hand to his hard erection. He let out a soft moan again and kissed my neck hungrily. His lips felt so good against my skin.

He moved his mouth to my breast, sucking at the nipple, making it hard in his warm mouth. I threw my head back and let out a moan in heated passion. He moved his hand to my kitty and touched my joy spot, which immediately channeled my wetness and weakness.

"Baby, you're so wet. I wanna taste you," he said, gazing up at me with those sexy grey eyes.

He parted my legs wider before parting my panties; then I felt his tongue on me, directly on my opening. I moaned louder and twisted my body. He held my thighs firmly with his strong arms as he tasted my release. Then I felt his manhood going slowly into me, pleasuring me even more.

"I love you," he said in my ear, kissing my neck and rubbing my breast, going deeper and harder into me. 

He positioned me on top of him and I took the liberty of riding him like he had taught me before.