When Contracts Turn to Forbidden Kisses Chapter 166

Amelia

"Where are we going?" I asked as Ethan drove past the turn that would lead to Black Mansion. The afternoon sun streamed through the car windows, casting golden highlights across his profile.

Ethan's lips curved into that half-smile that still made my heart skip. "Somewhere just for us. I thought we could use some alone time without family interruptions."

"Is that so?" I couldn't help but smile at his blatant desire to be alone with me.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the underground garage of a sleek riverside apartment building. Ethan parked in a reserved space and handed me a set of keys.

"To my place. Go on up. I need to buy something." His eyes held promises that made my cheeks warm.

"Okay," I replied simply, taking the keys and heading for the elevator.

This was only my second time at Ethan's private apartment. The first visit had been brief—I'd barely made it past the doorway when I'd come to check on his injured hand. Now, I slid the key into the lock and stepped inside.

The space was immaculate—minimalist yet comfortable with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river. What struck me most was how similar the design was to our old penthouse in the Upper East Side. The same neutral palette, the same sleek furniture, even similar artwork. Had he deliberately maintained this connection to our past?

My stomach growled, reminding me it was time for dinner. I wandered to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, surprised to find it fully stocked with fresh produce, dairy, and meats. This wasn't the bachelor fridge I'd expected—it felt lived-in, prepared.

I washed my hands and found an apron hanging in the pantry. Cooking would be a nice surprise for Ethan. I started prepping vegetables and marinating chicken, losing myself in the familiar rhythm of meal preparation.

I was stirring the final sauce when strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Ethan's chin settled on my shoulder, his warm breath tickling my neck.

"What's wrong?" I asked, turning my head slightly to catch his expression.

"Nothing," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my back. "This just feels so perfect." The simple sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten with emotion.

After dinner, I took a quick shower, enjoying the luxury of his rainfall showerhead. I slipped into the silk nightgown I'd packed and wrapped myself in the plush robe hanging on the bathroom door.

When I emerged, the apartment was quiet. I heard Ethan's voice coming from the balcony and walked toward it, catching fragments of his conversation.

"—need to secure that USB. The videos aren't something she should—" He stopped abruptly as he noticed me, ending the call with a quick "I'll call you back."

The whiskey in his glass trembled slightly, ice cubes suspended in the amber liquid. His expression shifted so quickly I almost thought I'd imagined the tension.

"Who were you talking to?" I asked, my tone soft but curious.

Ethan's smile returned, smooth and reassuring. "James. Something about the bar." He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, his movements tender and full of affection. Despite the casual answer, something felt off—but I couldn't place what.

Ethan stood behind me, his arms creating a warm cocoon against the night air.

"I think we should go public with our relationship," he said suddenly.

I turned in his arms, surprised. "What brought this on?"

"I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you." His eyes searched mine. "But we can wait if you're not ready."

I touched his face gently. "I don't care about public announcements or social media posts. As long as you love me, that's all that matters."

Back inside, Ethan pulled me onto his lap as we sat on the couch. His kisses were deeper, more tender than usual, almost reverent.

"Something happened today," I ventured. "You don't seem like yourself."

Instead of answering, he traced my jawline with his thumb. "I just want to be close to you tonight."

The living room was illuminated only by the fireplace's dancing flames, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. Ethan took a sip of whiskey, his eyes never leaving mine as I sat across from him in my silk nightgown.

Leaning down, he captured my lips in a kiss, the whiskey flowing from his mouth to mine. The initial shock of the intimate gesture gave way to a pleasant burn as the alcohol warmed my throat, spreading heat through my body.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense, scanning my face as if memorizing it.

"You're exceptionally beautiful tonight," he whispered, his fingers tracing the edge of my silk gown, slipping it off my shoulders to expose my bare breasts. His eyes darkened with lust as he cupped them, thumbs rubbing my hard nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned softly, arching into his touch, feeling my skin flush hot under his gaze.

I tugged at his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly to reveal his toned chest. Our bare skin pressed together, and I could feel his hard cock straining against his pants, pressing into my thigh. My hands roamed down, unzipping him and wrapping around his thick length, stroking him firmly as he groaned, the sound vibrating against my neck.

His lips moved to my neck and down to my breasts, sucking on one nipple while pinching the other, making me gasp and grind against him.

The whiskey's buzz heightened everything—the wet heat of his mouth, the ache building between my legs. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers parting my slick folds to rub my clit in slow circles, then dipping inside me, pumping gently as I grew wetter, my hips bucking against his hand. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice rough.

I stroked him faster, feeling him pulse in my grip, pre-cum slicking my fingers. "Ethan," I panted, my voice desperate, "I need you to fuck me."

Ethan paused briefly to retrieve a condom from a drawer. "I just went to buy this," he said, his voice husky as he showed me the small package, rolling it onto his hard cock with quick efficiency. The alcohol had lowered my inhibitions, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, spreading my legs wide. "Ethan..." My voice was barely audible, laden with desire. "I need you."

When he pushed his cock inside me, the stretch was intense and perfect, filling my pussy completely as I clenched around him. He started thrusting slowly, deep and hard, his hips slamming against mine with each stroke, hitting that spot that made me cry out. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting his rhythm, our bodies slick with sweat as the pleasure built—his balls slapping against me, my nails scratching down his back.

As he moved inside me, Ethan leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I'll love you forever, Amelia," he whispered between thrusts, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll protect you, no matter what. Whatever happens, please believe that I will always love you." His words sent a rush of warmth through me, deeper than the physical pleasure, making my heart swell even as my body trembled on the edge.

The storm of passion built between us, punctuated by his whispered declarations of love and the occasional crack from the fireplace. His movements were reverent and passionate, each thrust communicating what words couldn't express, driving us both toward the edge.

I felt my orgasm crash over me first, my pussy pulsing around his cock in tight waves, making me scream his name. Ethan followed right after, groaning deeply as he came hard inside me, his body shuddering against mine.

In that moment, everything else faded away—there was only us, reconnected in the most intimate way possible, our hearts and bodies entwined in a haze of satisfaction and love.