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This is the second time I’ve gotten away with such a filthy, depraved thing, but instead of backing off, maybe trying to clean her so she won’t notice what’s happened when she wakes up, I let our juices soak my shaft and slide it slowly between her legs.

Fuck, and I thought being inside her while she slept would feel good. But this? Her thick thighs wrapped around my cock, trapping me against the wet heat of her core?

Motherfucking heaven.

Chapter 38

Cassidy

I roll onto my side, nuzzling my face into the softest pillow I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Sighing happily, I almost nod off again. But then I hear the drone of far-off traffic. A car horn blaring faintly.

And something big breathing behind me.

My body goes rigid as my mind hunts for answers. But panic floods through me before I can reach any kind of logical conclusion. I scramble up, clutching a coverlet to my chest as though I were naked.

I’m not, of course. I’m wearing a t-shirt which I assume belongs to Ethan, judging from how it swallows me. I’m too curvy to ever feel petite, but this t-shirt does a good job of reminding me just how small I am compared to Ethan.

As if he can hear me thinking about him, Ethan opens one eye, then the other. When he sees my expression, the edges of his mouth curl up a little. “Should I have left you in the dress?”

“Uh…” I look down at the bed we’re sharing. It's king-size, so there’s plenty of room without us having to encroach on each other’s space. “Thanks, but, how did I get here in the first place?”

“You fell asleep in the car.” When he speaks softly like that, his voice turns into the sexiest rumble. “I didn’t want to wake you, so…”

So he carried me into his penthouse suite like a kid who fell asleep in front of the TV? I’m equal parts horrified and melting inside, and the considering look Ethan’s giving me isn’t helping.

“What time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

“Oh.” I stretch, yawning. “Feels like I slept through the night.”

“You should feel rested. You were snoring so loud in the car, I had to turn up the radio just so I could?—”

I slap him on impulse. “I don’t snore!”

His eyebrows quirk up. “Then there’s something seriously wrong with my car.”

“Hilarious,” I say dryly. “Now if you’d kindly point me in the direction of your bathroom, please.”

He props himself up on his elbow, brushing a curl away from my face, and then trails his finger down my neck to the collar of his t-shirt. He grabs the fabric in a fist and yanks me toward him, our mouths meeting in a breathless gasp and a muted growl.

I don’t even think about fighting back until he’s done claiming my lips and tongue, leaving me panting.

“Fuck,” I mutter, pressing trembling fingers against the side of my warm face.

“Bathroom first,” he says, giving me a slow, super-heated smile that makes my pussy tingle in anticipation.

I scramble off the bed before he changes his mind, heading straight for the doorway he points out. I can’t help but wince as I’m blinded by white tiles, white marble, a white tub, white walls. It’s like I’ve stepped into the middle of the sun.

I’m still squinting as I make an urgent beeline for the toilet.

This en-suite bathroom isn’t just glacially white…it’s huge. Most of my shitty apartment could fit in here. There’s a walk-in shower, a closed-off shower which I suspect might double as a sauna or something, an enormous sunken tub, and enough mirrors to make me self-conscious while I’m having a pee.

I try not to look at myself in the vanity when I wash my hands, because I’ve already caught more glimpses of my wild hair and crumpled face than I’d ever want to.

I’m aware of a certain familiar stickiness in my nether regions, and the thought that I might have had another erotic dream while Ethan was right next to me is so embarrassing my face turns red.

What the hell is going on with me?

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