A Mistake

Ethan

The hot water hit my back, running heavy, but even that couldn’t wash her memory out of my head.

I closed my eyes, rested my forehead against the cold shower wall, and let out a low, frustrated groan.

Her taste was still in my mouth.

Years.

Years of wanting that woman like a dying man craves his last sip of water in the desert.

And now, finally, I knew what it felt like to have Diana writhing under me, moaning because of me, begging for more.

I rubbed my face, feeling the scratch of my beard, trying to pull myself together.

But the truth was simple: there was no going back.

Ever since I started going to domination houses, I knew something was missing.

I dominated. I controlled.

But none of them… none of them were her.

The submissives that passed through my hands were just... distractions.

They all looked the same: height, brown hair, curves just like I imagined she’d have.

I was fooling myself — and I knew it.

Every fuck was a pathetic attempt to fill the space only Diana could occupy.

And now?

Now I was fucked.

The moment I saw her at that domination house was like a punch to the gut.

I’d recognize that body, that shy way she moved, anywhere.

My cock got hard so fast and so hard I thought I’d rip my damn underwear.

I called her.

And she came.

Not knowing who I was.

Not seeing my face.

And when I fucked her in that dark room, in the wild, possessive way I always dreamed of, it felt like… like coming home after being lost for years.

And now, under this shower, hard and throbbing from wanting her again, I knew one thing for sure:

I couldn’t stop.

I wanted her again.

In every way.

Every position.

Every moan from her mouth was gasoline to my fire.

I stepped out of the shower, grunting, tying a towel around my waist, chest heaving.

I looked in the mirror.

“You’re screwed, Ethan,” I muttered at my own reflection.

“Completely screwed.”

But a smirk still crept up.

Because deep down, I knew:

I’d have her again.

And again.

Until she didn’t remember anything — didn’t want anything — but me.

I got into the car, my mind spinning.

Drove to the office like a caged animal, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, heart pounding in my chest.

All I wanted — no, all I needed — was to make sure she hadn’t quit.

That she hadn’t vanished from my life after realizing it was me — that I was the one who gave her the best night of her life.

“She’s going to stay,” I kept repeating in my head like a damn mantra.

“She has to stay.”

I walked into the building, gave the doorman a quick nod, and took the elevator, each second dragging like medieval torture.

I climbed the floor bracing for anything.

If she was gone… I’d go after her.

No shame. No hesitation.

But when I walked into the executive floor…

There she was.

Sitting at her desk, head down, sorting through papers like nothing happened.

Fuck.

I almost smiled. Almost.

I stopped myself, keeping my serious posture.

The relief hit so hard it hurt.

I walked past her without saying a word.

But I felt her eyes on me.

Felt the electric tension between us.

Her scent.

Her warmth.

The memory of my tongue tasting every inch of her.

I breathed in through my mouth, forcing my legs to keep moving.

I entered my office and shut the door with a soft thud.

“Control, Ethan,” I told myself.

“Focus.”

But it was fucking hard to stay in control when all I could think about was her kneeling in front of me, begging for my cock.

I dropped my head into my hands for a second.

What was she thinking?

Was she pretending yesterday didn’t happen?

Did she not believe it was me?

Was she about to quit?

I stood up.

Walked around the desk and went back to the door.

Opened it.

Looked at her.

Her eyes widened, but she tried to hide it.

“Could you come into my office, Miss Muniz?” I asked.

“Sure,” she replied curtly.

“Come in, Diana. You can sit,” I said, pointing to the couch, trying not to show how nervous I actually was.

She sat, clearly more nervous than I was.

She tried to hide it.

But her body betrayed her: shallow breaths, legs tense, fingers trembling ever so slightly.

I stayed standing, facing her.

“So, Diana?” I started.

“Are you going to fire me?” she cut in before I could say a word.

“What? No. Why would you think that? Why would I do that?”

I blinked, totally thrown off.

“Because we slept together. Isn’t that the protocol?

Sleep with the secretary, then fire her before anyone accuses you of sexual harassment?

Isn’t that why you called me in?”

She sounded pissed — and damn, she had a way of driving me crazy.

In the best way, of course.

“No, Diana. You’re completely wrong about that.

I’m not that kind of man.

And what we had… was consensual.

And fucking amazing,” I said, sitting beside her.

“And correct me if I’m wrong — it was magic, it was…”

“It was a mistake,” she cut in, killing my mood instantly.

“A mistake?

I tasted you.

I fucked you until you screamed like a madwoman,” I whispered.

“I still remember how your pussy squeezed my cock when you came,” I murmured into her ear, and I saw her shiver.

“Ethan…” she whispered back, looking at me.

I could see she wanted me.

She turned her head just enough for me to catch the sweet scent of her perfume.

I moved in closer, and my lips brushed her neck.

I couldn’t resist.

I kissed it.

Her skin broke out in goosebumps.

“Ethan… please…”

Her voice turned soft. Needy.

“Diana…”

I traced my fingers slowly down her arm.

And she didn’t pull away.

Then — knock knock.

Fucking hell.

Diana jumped off the couch like she’d been electrocuted and opened the door.

“Excuse me, Mr. Alencar. I’ve brought your mail.”

That damn courier walked right into my office.

And Diana escaped.

Son of a bitch.

He was going to pay for this.

I couldn’t even focus on what he said — and I didn’t give a damn either.

I only cared about one thing.

Her.