sleeping face, beautiful in its slumber. Her long lashes rested against rosy cheeks that were amazingly still flushed, and her full lips parted for the most adorable little breathy snores he had ever heard. At that moment she could have started drooling on him and he would have found it cute.
He still couldn’t believe she had actually come back.
He wasn’t a fool; he knew that she had been attempting to retrieve her jacket. He’d hoped when he found it on the floor that morning that it might mean he would see her again—he’d bought the bed and had the key made with that thought running through his head. He also knew that she could have simply called the landlady downstairs and asked her to get the jacket. She didn’t have to return to this place, no matter what she had told herself. She had been fishing for a reason to come back. He knew it deep in his bones.
She hadn’t been ready to admit what she wanted, even to herself—Ethan could sense that. But he also knew that they would work on it. She seemed to like having her decisions made for her by the way she was happy to let him control everything and take the lead, and he could play that game for a while. Why not? It was a major turn-on for him as well. By the time he was done with her, however, he intended to have her demanding pleasure from him without one shred of modesty or shame.
Having a beautiful woman who was willing to let you control her body completely was hot—to a point. Ethan knew that after a while, it could begin to feel a bit one-sided. His needs would be met, but how would he ever truly know if he was meeting hers? Now, having a woman who could go from submissive to snapping her fingers and barking orders in the bedroom—that was a thing of beauty.
She had certainly tasted like a thing of beauty. Going down on her had been almost perfect. The only thing that would have made it better would be if she had told him to do it. He loved oral sex above almost any other act, but so many women were embarrassed to ask for it. At least, that’s what he’d heard. He didn’t exactly have a wide range of experience to go by, only Rachel and the fucked up threesomes she would sometimes throw together.
Rachel
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Ethan glanced down at the expensive watch on his wrist—a pretentious birthday gift from Rachel, purchased with his own money and intended to showcase his wealth—and saw that it was getting late. He would need to get moving if he was going to keep his family from being royally pissed at him.
Hating himself for needing to disturb her, Ethan placed his hand on his mystery girl’s smooth shoulder, gently shaking her awake. “Hey, beautiful,” he whispered against her cheek. Her gorgeous eyes flickered open after a moment and looked up at him, taking a moment to focus. “I really hate to cut this short, believe me, but I have somewhere I need to be soon.”
She blinked a few more times, processing his words, before looking around the room as if she was only starting to remember where she was. The dark-haired beauty then sat straight up, covering her breasts with her hands when she realized that she was still nude. It was a gesture that Ethan found both adorable and completely pointless, seeing as he had already memorized every inch of her bare skin.
“Uh… no, that’s fine,” she said quietly. “I actually should have left a while ago. Is it after five?”
“Not yet, but soon.”
“In that case, I really need to go.”
Ethan enjoyed one last view of her heavenly backside as she jumped up and hurried into the other room, following the trail of clothing. He could tell from her frantic movements that she was about to start panicking again. He reached down to where his jeans lay discarded on the floor and fished the spare key out of the back pocket. Walking up behind her, completely unfazed by his own nudity, he grabbed her arms and turned her around to face him once she had pulled her shirt over her head.
“Listen,” he said as
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