Her Dangerous Distraction

Her Dangerous Distraction

Tosraheal

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Amara Daniels doesn't believe in destiny or happy endings; having survived from the dark shadows of her past, her life no longer has room for mistakes or attractive billionaires like Ethan Cole. Ethan enters her life with his charming persistence, and she becomes worried after he meets her four-year-old son, her past that she has carefully buried. He is her dangerous distraction. But their chemistry conceals shocking secrets and connecting fates - that might either bring them together or set them apart forever. In a game where hearts and careers collide, can she have it all or will passion cost her everything?

Her Dangerous Distraction Chapter 1 1

I had come to the party at the insistence of Julian, who claimed I needed a break, a night away from spreadsheets and lecture halls, away from the constant weight of ambition and responsibility.

I had been reluctant. Parties had never been my thing, but Julian's persistence had won me over. "One night, Amara," he had said. "No harm, no expectation, just a night to breathe, ok?"

And breathe I had.

I arrived in a simple black dress, understated, elegant, and deliberately forgettable. I didn't want attention. I didn't want anyone to notice me.

But fate, as it often did, had other plans. The club loft was alive with activity, and I could feel the bass in my chest as I made my way through groups of strangers who were laughing.

I clutched my vodka soda like a shield, the ice clinking softly with each step. Julian had almost instantly disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to make my way through this chaotic crowd by myself.

I scanned the room, seeking a quiet corner, when his eyes caught mine.

He stood across the bar, tall and commanding at 6 feet, his fair skin lit by the shifting colors.

Broad shoulders strained against a crisp white shirt, hinting at the toned muscles beneath. Ethan Cole, though I didn't know his name then, watched me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.

There was no hesitation in his gaze; it pinned me, stripping away the layers I had built to keep the world at bay.

He moved toward me like he owned the room, which, for all I knew, he might. "Dance? He asked"

His voice cut through the music, low and smooth, with a hint of command that sent a shiver down my spine. I set my glass down, my curvy hips swaying as I stepped closer.

"Why not?" I answered, the word escaped before I could second-guess it.

I followed him to the dance floor, heat radiating from him as his hand settled on my waist. My fingers brushed his arm, feeling the firmness of his bicep. The rhythm pulled us together, our chests nearly touching and breaths mingling.

Sweat beaded on my neck, and I caught the faint scent of his cologne, which was woody and masculine, mixing with the alcohol buzzing in my veins.

We didn't speak at first; the friction of our movements said enough, building a tension that built low in my belly.

Eventually, we drifted to a quieter edge of the room, fresh drinks in hand. "I'm Ethan," he said, clinking his glass against mine. "Amara." Our conversation flowed like the liquor stories of high-stakes deals for him, endless deadlines for me.

Sarcasm laced his words, drawing laughs from deep within me, loosening the knots of my daily grind; he was an absolute charmer.

His eyes roamed my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts, the swell of my hips, and I felt seen, desired, in a way that made my skin flush.

Ethan's hand grazed my thigh under the table, sending sparks up my leg.

"This place is suffocating," he murmured, lips close to my ear.

"Let's escape." My heart hammered recklessly, yes, but the pull was magnetic.

I nodded, letting him lead me out into the cool night air, neon reflections dancing on the pavement.

His driver waited, and the car ride was a prelude to chaos. Ethan pulled me onto his lap, mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of whiskey and want.

His tongue invaded, exploring every inch, while my hands tangled in his dark hair. I ground against the hard bulge pressing into me, a soft moan escaping as his fingers dug into my ass, kneading the flesh through my dress.

The elevator ride to his suite was torture. He pinned me to the mirrored wall, hands shoving up my skirt to grip my thighs, lifting me until my legs wrapped around his waist.

Our kisses turned frantic, teeth clashing, our breaths turning ragged. We staggered into the lavish room, which was a blur of silk sheets and city views, as the doors dinged open.

Clothes came off in a frenzy. I unzipped my black dress, letting it pool at my feet, standing in nothing but lace panties and a bra that strained against my full breasts.

Ethan's shirt flew away, revealing sculpted abs and a chest dusted with hair.

He kicked off his pants, his thick cock springing free, veins pulsing, head glistening with pre-cum.

The sight made my pussy clench, wetness soaking through my thong.

I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his chest. I leaned forward, my dripping folds inches from his face as I grasped his shaft. My lips wrapped around the tip, sucking hard, tongue swirling over the slit to taste his saltiness.

I took him deeper, throat relaxing to swallow his length, gagging slightly as he hit the back. Saliva coated him, dripping down to his balls as I bobbed, hollowing my cheeks.

Ethan groaned, hands spreading my ass cheeks, yanking the thong aside. His tongue plunged into my pussy, lapping at the slick juices, circling my clit with firm strokes. His two fingers joined, thrusting inside me, curling to hit my sensitive spot.

The dual assault made my hips buck, muffled cries vibrating around his cock. Pleasure built fast, coiling tight until it snapped. I came hard, my walls spasming, flooding his mouth with my release.

My body shook, thighs clamping his head as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

He flipped us effortlessly, my back hitting the sheets. "I need to be inside you," he rasped, lining up his cock with my entrance.

I guided him, gasping as he thrust in deep, stretching me wide. The fullness was overwhelming, his girth filling every inch. He held still for a beat, letting me adjust, then pulled back and slammed forward, balls slapping my skin.

The rhythm built from slow drags turning to punishing drives, the bed creaking under us. He pinned my wrists above my head, his free hand pinching my nipple, twisting until I arched my back pushing my chest closer.

"Harder," I begged, legs locking around him, my heels digging into his back.

He obliged, his hips snapping with force, cock pounding my core, hitting deep enough to make me see stars. Sweat slicked down our bodies, and my breasts bounced with each impact.

We shifted; I rolled on top, sinking down onto him, riding with abandon. My hands braced on his chest, nails scraping as I ground my clit against his base.

He thrust up to meet me, grunting, one hand slapping my ass lightly before gripping hard. The friction ignited another fire, my pussy clenching around him.

On all fours next, he entered from behind, the angle letting him plunge even deeper.

His cock rubbed my G-spot relentlessly, one hand fisting my hair, the other rubbing my clit. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, screams tearing from my throat as orgasm neared.

"Cum inside me," I demanded, my words raw and desperate.

He roared, burying deep as his cock pulsed, hot spurts of cum filling me, coating my walls.

The warmth triggered my release again, my pussy spasming, milking him as I squirted, juices soaking the sheets. We collapsed, bodies tangled, his seed leaking from me as aftershocks rippled through.

Exhaustion pulled us under, and his arm wrapped heavily across my waist.

But as dawn's light crept in, regret stirred within me. Who was he, really? A stranger whose touch had unraveled me, but whose name I barely knew.

My heart racing from my wildness, I slipped free, dressing quietly in the dim room.

Took one last look at his peaceful face, then I fled, the door's soft click sealing off my one night of fleeting recklessness.

The city awaited, my burdens reclaiming me, but for those hours, I'd tasted something wild and unapologetic.

Now back to my reality...

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“Amara Daniels doesn't believe in destiny or happy endings; having survived from the dark shadows of her past, her life no longer has room for mistakes or attractive billionaires like Ethan Cole. Ethan enters her life with his charming persistence, and she becomes worried after he meets her four-year-old son, her past that she has carefully buried. He is her dangerous distraction. But their chemistry conceals shocking secrets and connecting fates - that might either bring them together or set them apart forever. In a game where hearts and careers collide, can she have it all or will passion cost her everything?”
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