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“That’s my good little toy,” I murmur, running my hand down her back, over her thick thighs, her plump ass.

I fold over her, keeping my cock inside her as I press my lips to hers. She kisses me back slowly, like she’s coming out of a trance.

“I fucked up your bed,” she whispers.

“Mmm.” I nudge her ear with my nose, then nibble at her earlobe until she sighs. “Guess I’ll have to buy a new one, then.”

Chapter 47

Cassidy

Two Weeks Later

I’m soaking in the tub, cucumbers on my eyes, and a face mask that smells like chocolate smeared all over my face. If I was more relaxed, I’d be dead. Soft music plays in the background. I don’t know what it is, I just asked Alexa to put on some soothing music for the bath.

I sigh when I hear Ethan’s voice. He’s been on a phone call for the past few minutes, but he took it outside so as not to disturb me.

Pity. I was enjoying bath time with him, even though he takes up most of the tub.

I reach for my wineglass, sipping at the cool ruby liquid for a while before setting it back down again.

If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

Ever.

These past two weeks have been the best of my entire fucking life. I mean, I would have been perfectly content just hanging out in Ethan’s penthouse, admiring the view, getting fucked on the dining room table, whatever he wanted. But he’s been treating me like a goddamn princess, and I’m afraid I’ll never be the same person again after this.

I can order whatever I want to eat whenever I want. Pretty sure I’ve put on at least five pounds since I got here. I feel guilty about it, but Ethan seems to get off almost as much watching me enjoy a gooey, cheesy pizza as he does watching me come over his cock.

And, oh God, his cock.

I understand why Myles hired him. Why he would want him back.

Ethan has unlimited stamina. This unquenchable passion that gets me so horny, I’m having sex almost as often as I’m eating.

I’d probably be ten pounds heavier if that wasn’t the case.

Our sex life is aerobic as fuck.

And again, if those were the only highlights of my stay so far, I’d be over the moon.

But we’ve gone out to dinner almost every night. Five-star restaurants. Private chefs. Nine-course tasting menus that leave me feeling like I’ve stepped into some alternate reality where tastebuds I didn’t even know existed suddenly appeared on my tongue.

Princess? I feel like a fucking queen. In fact, I’m probably having ten times more fun that the queen ever could have, seeing as Ethan’s a fucking stud and just keeps mounting me all the time.

He made me come in a Michelin star restaurant.

Fucked me in a wine cellar during a private tour.

And don’t even get me started on his Aston Martin. His leather seats are ruined.

But the weirdest thing of all? I just love waking up, knowing he’s off somewhere in his penthouse, ready to greet me with a huge smile and, usually, a quickie wherever I find him.

Things are so good that I keep wondering what the hell I did to deserve all of this. I must have been a fucking saint in my previous life.

“Cassidy.”

I turn to smile at Ethan as he walks back into the bathroom. “Yes, Sir?” I tease, twisting to rest my arms on the side of the tub.

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