Emily’s Dilemma: Seduced by Billionaire Brothers

The breeze was tender and gentle, carrying the scent of salt and the rhythmic melody of crashing waves as Amelia and Anita lounged by the edge of the private infinity pool overlooking the sparkling turquoise sea. The golden sun bathed their skin in warmth, enveloping them in a serene oasis at the exclusive beachfront resort in Cancun. Amelia discreetly glanced at Ethan where he laughed loudly with the bartender who waited on them, a few meters away, a glass of cocktail held firmly in his hands. Her eyes ran over his strong biceps and well sculpted face and her heart skipped a breath. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Anita who was helplessly drunk, her eyes buzzing with excitement but Amelia’s bore one of nervous anticipation.

“Anita” she called, taking a large sip from the orange flavoured drink in her hands, she was drunk too and her head buzzed but in the perfect way that she liked it, that kept her steady and afloat.

“I’ve been thinking— tonight might be the night” she looked with a giddy look in her eyes, taking a short glance at Ethan.

“Anita’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and her lips curved into a mischievous smile “Oh really? Tonight? You sure?”

Amelia nodded, feeling a delicious tremor of daring coursing through her veins “Yes, it’s time. I mean I did as you told me, wait till the end of the trip and we have flirted all through this vacation, I could slice through the sexual tension with a butter knife and it’ll cut right through”

Anita leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling with what could be mistaken for excitement “I mean you don’t want to seem all desperate, be a little aloof like you don’t care the outcome or that aftermath if you eventually get down to it, or you could even say it, just be like no strings attached yea? Or better still say it after the sex”

“Why?” Amelia asked curiously.

“It’s a tactic, it’ll make him want you more because he’s wondering why you’re not being needy”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh word?” Amelia fingers tapped nervously against her thigh, her mind now swirling with more jitters and less of the exhilaration. She trusted Anita’s guidance implicitly, knowing very well her best friend would never steel her wrong.

As the sun sank lower on the horizon, casting a fiery glow over the ocean, Amelia took a deep breath, steeling herself. Following Anita’s whispered instruction, she adorned herself in an ethereal white flowing robe hiding an equally lingerie underneath, her hair cascading in loose waves down her shoulders. With each step towards Ethan’s room, an expensive champagne bottle at hand, her heart beat thunderously, a symphony of anticipation mingling with the thrill of vulnerability.

She stopped at his door and she could hear the soft music playing from within. She knocked gently, her palms clammy with a mix of apprehension and desire. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Ethan’s disheveled hair and surprised expression.

“Amelia?” he called surprised, his eyes roaming about her and stopped curiously at the champagne bottle she held, curiousity etched on his face.

“Night cap?” she asked, raising the bottle to his face “I mean we haven’t spent time alone this vacation and if I’m being honest that’s what this whole vacation was for” she added a nervous chuckle to calm the anxiety that was brewing within her.

Ethan chuckled lightly “Sure thing, come on in” he stepped back to invite her inside.

She crossed the threshold, closing the door behind her as Anita’s words echoed in her head ‘Be aloof, nonchalant’

When Ethan turned to her, she shoved the bottle at him “You might want to open this” she said and he took it from her without a word, the awkwardness brewing in the air between them but Amelia was acting aloof, drunk but aloof.

“Where do you think we should go next?” she asked after endlessly racking her brain for something to say, she said the first thing that popped into her head.

“We? As in just the two of us?” Ethan asked, handing her a glass of the wine and she took it gracefully amidst her drunkenness, even though her head buzzed but she was determined to act aloof.

“I mean sure, if we’re both not busy” she said back

“Oh” Ethan said simply, unsure of what to say next even though her counternance confused him. She seemed different, and he was unsure on how to act around it. That moment, quietness ensued them, as they tried their hardest not to stare at each other but Amelia broke it first, casually dropping her drink on the bedside table and pulling him closer to her.

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”

“What chase?”

“Oh Ethan please” she said quietly then closing her lips around his, and licking the champagne off his lips before looking back into his eyes and they were telling, without wasting another breath she kissed him again, harder this time and it didn’t surprise her that he was kissing her back, his fingers somehow finding their way into the roots of her hair, tugging a little bit as the kiss intensified. Their drunkenness mixing together in a frenzy and Ethan broke the kiss for a brief second, searching her eyes and she understood,

“I want to” she said immediately without wasting a breath

“Amelia” he called defensively, his eyes asking the question she wasn’t entirely sure she had the answers to “You’re drunk” he said.

“So are you” she said back “It cancels out” and she kissed him again, intensely this time, her tongue roaming his mouth and he let her. When his hands unraveled the robe she wore, finding their way to her ample bossom, she let him without a moments hesitation. When he fingered the knots lose in her lingerie, she let him. She devoured the desire when their bodies went in sync, his skin touching hers and when she looked at him, he was looking right back at her.

“Have you ” he asked again and she shook her head, she could feel his hesitation immediately but she pulled him back.

“I’m ready” she said defiantly “It’s now or never and we’ve come this far”

Ethan kissed her now, running slow kissed down her neck and sucking a supple delicate spot on her neck while she moaned quietly in his ears, her delicate fingers holding unto his back in the ecstasy she felt. When he eventually pushed into her for the first time to her, she gasped loudly as she felt the length of his drill into her and she called his name

“Ethan!” she called, pulling him even closer and deeper into her as her eyes rolled to the back, their bodies moving in sync, sweaty bodies writhing together unwilling to let go. Her head buzzing with both the alcohol and the pleasure she felt, and she struggled to figure out the one she felt more but she knew it, in the heat of the desire, it was Ethan.

It had always been Ethan.