Page 53 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

“Ready to eat?” Ethan says as he hands me a plate, filled with so much food that my heart expands with joy.

“More than ready. I’m so hungry. Thank you.” I follow him to the dining table and we sit down across from each other. I watch Ethan dig into his fried rice and then start eating myself. I don’t want to stuff my face like a pig, but everything looks and smells so delicious that I just can’t stop myself.

"I just cannot stop eating. This food is so delicious," I say as I grab another crab rangoon and stuff it into my mouth. The cream cheese is still warm and gooey and I lick my lips to ensure I don’t waste any of its salty goodness.

"Well, you did have quite the workout this afternoon." Ethan has a glint in his eyes and I giggle slightly. I don't know why I'm so happy and so flush, but I'm not going to question it. The afternoon has been fun, but I still can barely believe what has happened or what it means.

"Well, I don’t want to say I've had harder workouts." I want to groan as I realize what I've just said. What does that say about me? I was talking about in the gym, but I’m not going to explain that now.

“Really?” He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes. I can see the surprise in his face and then he chuckles as if I’m joking.

"I don't know if that's a challenge or what." He leans forward and stares at my lips.

"Why would it be a challenge?" I ask him, praying I don’t just take my clothes off and throw them on the ground. Do not act like a desperado, Sarah. "A challenge to do what?"

"I don't know." He says slowly licking his lips and standing up. My heart races as he comes to stand next to me and looks down. "Maybe you want a harder workout from me?" He winks. "I'm guessing that's your way of telling me that you’d like to do the work?" He puts a hand in the air like he has a lasso in his hands and I swallow hard.

"What do you mean, I’d like to do the work?"

He bites down on his lower lip and my stomach flips as he grabs my hands and pulls me up. He is absolutely gorgeous, and I know that whatever he says next is going to make me want him more because I'm just stupid and crazy like that. Plus I love a dominant alpha man.

"Well, normally when a woman is on top, she does a lot more work." He says as he pulls me toward him and the couch.

"Is that your way of telling me you want me on top?" I ask as he falls back onto the couch and pulls me on top of him.

"I'll have you any way that I can get you,” he says, with a small wink. I'm about to respond that he's already had me, but even I know I don't want to say that. I thank myself internally for not being a complete blabbermouth as he pulls me up his body so that I’m positioned on top of his hardness.

"So are we done with food and we want to have seconds of dessert?” His hands cup my ass.

"Well, I don't know about seconds. We've already had seconds." I moan slightly as he grabs my hips and moves me back and forth.

“Hmm?” He grunts.

“The way I calculate it, we only have room for one more."

"Oh?" He stares at me for a couple of seconds and I smile sweetly at him. "You said five times and you're out, right?"

"Yes." He frowns "But I say many things, and does this really count as five times, being as it's all been on one day?"

"I think it counts." I nod. "So you can have me on top one time, and then it's done. We’re done."

He frowns slightly and shakes his head. "So, what does that mean?"

"You're the one that has the rule that you only do it five times, right?"

"Yes."He shakes his head in exasperation. "I've never had a woman remind me of that."

"I'm not sure why not.” I say, feeling like a fool. Why am I going on about this? It's not like I don't want there to be more than five times. I just don't want him to know that I want there to be more than five times. I don't know what sort of game I'm playing, but it doesn't seem to be working out well for me.

"So,” He changes the subject. "I think this Noah Kahan guy is as good a singer as you say."

"You're changing the subject?” I groan as I feel him growing harder beneath me.

"I thought that the other conversation was done." He shrugs as he shifts me to the side and stands up. "Would you like another glass of wine?"

"I would. Thank you. That has to be the best cabernet sauvignon I've ever had in my life."

He grins. "It is from Italy. I took a trip there last year and bought quite a number of bottles and had them shipped over to me."

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