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“Are you okay, Ethan? Did I offend you?”

He swallows, eyes still on me. He’s either sizing me up, trying to figure me out, trying to think of a good lie, or trying to figure out how to soften the blow, but tell me what he really thinks. “I just…everyone I’ve ever met that has money just wants more of it. I’ve never met anyone that was just happy like that.”

I take another sip of wine. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I ask carefully.

He blinks again, tilting his head, as if trying to shake it off. His words are measured. “It’s probably the first time I’ve ever felt like I could truly trust someone that isn’t family.”

“Occupational hazard?”

He nods. “Aye. I see a lot of greed, Freya, as I’m sure you have, too. It’s nice to finally meet someone that isn’t after the almighty dollar.”

I squeeze his hand. “I’m so sorry that you had to wait this long.”

Chapter 7

Ethan

Her face is blank. She’s silent. I’ve crossed a line. She’s right. I have no right to be here. I know that she could have had her ass on the line if she tampered with anything at the bank, and Caleb had no right to ask her. But it still annoys me. I don’t know which annoys me more; the fact that she’s right or the fact that I’m wrong. I feel like a fool for sitting here, nose three times its normal size, yelling at her in her own house, for something that happened a year ago. “I’ll take some ice if you have some.” I say, feeling my nose throb, now that I’ve gotten what I wanted to get off my chest, out.

Freya rises and goes to her freezer, and as she does, I remember something that I haven’t thought about in a long time.

“I love you.” I chuckle, as she pulls a frozen strawberry shortcake out of the freezer. My face is alight as she sets the cake on the table, with the words, ‘Congrats, Ethan’ written on it. I told her that I acquired a billion-dollar account after our date on Friday, and she refused to go to another fancy restaurant tonight, and now I know why. “God, you’re so awesome.”

“It’s important to celebrate everything.” She says with a smile, and I actually love her for not taking my earlier sentiment to heart. Most women would go all dramatic, making a big deal about it, but not Freya. “Hell, I celebrate each time I sell one of my software packages. Why do you think I have so many cupcakes in my freezer?”

“Is that what those are for.” I comment, as she lifts the dome off the cake. “I just thought that you had really fast metabolism and a penchant for midnight snacking.”

“Nope.” She says, popping her ‘p’. “Now, we have to let this sit for a bit, or we can’t cut into it.”

I pull her to me. “Gosh, what will we do to burn the time?” I insinuate. I hadn’t put the moves on her after our date Friday, wanting to avoid behaving like that’s all that she means to me, but now, I want her so bad my cock is awake, just with her standing close to me, close enough that I can smell her shampoo.

“Did you get around to doing your laundry?” She asks, brow lifted.

I pull her into my lap. “As a matter of fact, no. But something tells me that you prefer it that way.”

She bites her lip. “So, you’re telling me that that cock of yours is free behind the zipper?”

My lips meet hers in a tender kiss, but I suck her bottom lip as she pulls back. “Free and awake.”

As my hands slide up her shirt, her arms snake around my neck, and our tongues meet. I pull her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. “And you’re not wearing a bra, so we’re even.” I murmur, taking her nipple into my mouth, as she moans expressively. Lifting, with her against me, I take her to the bedroom again, kissing her erotically on the way, feeling my cock poke up out of the top of my pants. It takes ten seconds for us to tear off our clothes, and that’s when Freya slides down to her knees, taking me in her mouth. I suck in air quickly, shocked that she’s doing that, and as I watch her stuff me into her mouth, I rear my head back, panting quickly.

“Jesus, fuck, Freya.” I breathe, as I feel the head hit the back of her throat. She artfully sucks the tip, sending me to the moon and back, making me feel things that I haven’t felt in a long time, until my cock feels like it’s going to explode, and I gently shove her off, wanting to bury myself deep inside her.

My pants are on the floor, and I grab the condom out of my wallet, before pushing her onto the bed, and sliding the condom under the pillow, kissing her lips erotically. Her wetness is at the head, as I slide it up and down her clit, knowing how she responds to that, and I thrust into her, watching her eyes spring open in shock. “Just for a minute, baby. I want to feel you raw.”

“I made you that hot, did I.” She murmurs against my lips, hungry for more.

Her walls are hot and wet, hungry against my cock, as I fill her deep, and we’re both enjoying the rawness of it. It feels so fucking good like this, but I have to be careful. I thrust into her, slow and deep, as we both moan, taking it in, and I keep going, until I feel her clench. “Come for me, baby.” I whisper to her, and she responds in kind, as I shut my eyes tight, holding on for dear life. As she finishes, I pull out quick, just in the nick of fucking time, and slide myself down her body, wanting to taste her, the way that she tasted me earlier.

Her wetness is still pulsing as I reach her clit, and I suck on it, making her cry out loud. My tongue finds every nook and cranny, as she writhes, at the edge already, and then I shove two fingers inside, setting her on fire. She comes gloriously against my fingers and tongue, as I ride her waves of pleasure, and then make my way back up her body, feeling under the pillow for the condom.

After I slide it on, I thrust into her, this time throwing caution to the wind, riding on the coattails of her orgasm. Her nails are digging into my back as I fuck her hard, harder than I have before, and she moves with me, feeling it, feeling my balls slap against her ass, feeling my cock get impossibly hard inside her, as my seed shoots to the tip, and I hit that spot inside her at the perfect moment, throwing us both over the edge together.

“God, Ethan!” She growls as she comes, and I plant my lips on hers, like a thank you for calling out my name at the perfect time. My kisses are erotic at first, responding to the burst of pleasure, and then they gradually become more and more tender, as the aftershocks ebb and then subside. “You are a fucking god in bed.” She pants. The way she says it she might as well applaud.

I just chuckle, pulling myself out of her, going for modest. After I take care of the condom, I lay next to her, tucking my arm under my head. “So, do you think that cake is ready to eat?” I ask as more of a joke.

“Worked up an appetite, I see.”

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