Ethan's kiss grew more fervent, more demanding. Nadia could feel the heat radiating from his body, enveloping her in a cocoon of desire. His hands moved from her waist to her breasts, caressing them through the fabric of her shirt. She gasped against his mouth, her nipples hardening under his touch.
With a swift, practiced motion, Ethan pulled her shirt over her head, discarding it carelessly to the floor. His lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck, his hands now fully exploring the contours of her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them gently, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, eliciting a low moan from Nadia.
She arched her back, pressing herself more firmly into his hands, her body begging for more. Ethan's mouth followed the path his hands had taken, his lips closing around one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling lightly. Nadia cried out softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Ethan's free hand traveled downward, tracing the curve of her waist and slipping under the waistband of her skirt. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers, asking for silent permission. Nadia's response was immediate, her hips lifting slightly, inviting him to continue.
With a smirk, Ethan's hand delved further, sliding between her legs. His fingers found her already wet and ready, and he began to tease her, stroking her folds gently, making her squirm with anticipation. Nadia's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the need for release.
Ethan's lips left her breast to capture hers once again, his kiss hungry and demanding. His fingers slipped inside her, filling her completely. Nadia's moan was swallowed by his kiss, her hips moving instinctively against his hand, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.
He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Nadia's body responded eagerly, her movements becoming more frantic as she climbed higher and higher towards her peak. Ethan's other hand continued to play with her breasts, heightening her arousal.
Nadia could feel the tension building within her, coiling tighter and tighter until she was on the edge of exploding. Ethan seemed to sense her impending climax, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder against her sensitive nub. His mouth never left hers, their kiss intensifying with the rhythm of his hand.
Finally, the pressure became too much. With a cry, Nadia's body convulsed in pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her in powerful waves. Ethan didn't stop, continuing to stroke her, prolonging her release until she was left trembling and breathless in his arms.
He finally slowed, his fingers gently withdrawing from her, his kiss softening. Nadia collapsed against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body still quivering from the intensity of her climax. Ethan held her close, his hands caressing her back soothingly.
For a moment, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's embrace, the room filled with the sound of their mingled breaths. Nadia felt a strange sense of contentment, a fleeting moment of connection in the midst of their complicated relationship. She knew that this wouldn't solve their problems, that there were still many challenges ahead, but for now, she allowed herself to savor the afterglow of their shared passion.
Nadia's breath began to steady as she wrapped her arms around Ethan, her fingers trailing down his back with the intent to return the favor. However, Ethan gently grasped her wrists, stopping her.
He looked into her eyes, his expression softer now, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "No, Nadia," he said quietly. "Not tonight. I don't want to do anything you'll regret later. Tonight, it's only about your pleasure."
Nadia blinked in surprise, a mix of gratitude and confusion washing over her. She was not used to this side of Ethan, this gentleness and concern. It threw her off balance, but she found herself nodding, accepting his decision.
Ethan led her to the bed, helping her sit down, then settled beside her. He took a deep breath, his demeanor shifting from the intense lover to the composed businessman.
"The meeting went well," he began, his voice steady and reassuring. "We managed to secure a favorable deal with the investors. The shares of the Harrington Company are now within our reach, and the apparel business is set to expand significantly."
Nadia listened intently, her mind absorbing every detail. "So, what does this mean for us?" she asked, her voice still tinged with the lingering emotions of their earlier encounter.
"It means," Ethan continued, "that we are in a much stronger position than before. Our partnership, though unconventional, is proving to be beneficial. The investors were impressed with our presentation, and they see great potential in our collaboration."
Nadia's eyes sparkled with a mixture of relief and excitement. The plan was working, and her dreams of controlling the Harrington Company's shares were becoming a reality. But a lingering doubt still nagged at her.
"And what about us, Ethan?" she asked, her voice softening. "What does this mean for our... relationship?"
Ethan's expression grew serious. He reached out, gently cupping her cheek. "Nadia, our relationship is complicated, and I won't pretend otherwise. But tonight, I wanted to show you that it's not just about business for me. I care about your well-being, and I want you to feel valued, not just as a partner but as a person."
Nadia felt a warmth spread through her at his words. For the first time, she saw a glimpse of a deeper connection between them, beyond the facade of their fake marriage and business ambitions. It was a small step, but it gave her hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to their relationship than she had initially thought.
Ethan's hand slipped from her cheek, and he leaned back slightly, his demeanor relaxing. "Now, let's get some rest. We have a lot of work ahead of us, and we need to be at our best."