Page 58 of Perfect Pursuit

“So, based on that, I assume your job isn’t that portable.”

He shocks me when he says obliquely, “You’d be surprised. Most of what I do actually can be done from anywhere inside the US.”

“Even computer repairs?”

“Well…that part I might need to look into having someone take over.” His eyes bore into mine. “When we’re ready for that next step.”

My heart pounds in my chest when I realize Ethan’s truly on this crazy expedition with me. When I say as much, he murmurs, “Absolutely.”

“It’s as if one of my favorite fantasies about you is coming true.”

“Mmm. More like a dream.” There’s a pause before he puts together what I said. “You fantasize about me?”

Mortified, I flop backward, causing my robe to open completely. Ethan’s breath hisses out between his teeth. “What are you wearing?”

I lift my head and glance down at the cream-colored bra and panty set I threw on this morning. Then I recall why I bought it and emit a soft chuckle.

“Fallon…,” he warns.

“Honestly, E, I didn’t realize this was the same set I had on beneath my graduation dress until just now.”

Silence. There’s an eerie stillness on the other end of the line. Finally, I dare to look over at him and he’s fisting his cock. He manages to grit out, “You mean, beneath the dress and heels you were wearing…?”

I flick my hand to indicate my body. “Yes.”

“Now I’m going to add that to my fantasy about you,” he moans.

“You fantasize about me?”

“All the fucking time. In fact, it starts at that damn party.”

“My graduation party is your fantasy?” I can’t help the amusement from seeping into my voice.

“Shut up, Fal. It could be any party. All that matters is it’s you and me in the back. Alone. And you’re wearing that dress and those fucking heels,” he grits out.

Playing along, I twirl my hair around my finger and interject, “You don’t notice me. You never do. I don’t know if that’s because I’m younger than you or because you’re just not interested.”

“Oh, baby. I notice you. There’s never been a moment since we met I haven’t noticed you.” His green eyes lock on to mine. The power behind that causes my nipples to pebble. Cautious, I reach down and brush my fingers against the turgid tip.

The nerves disappear when he moans at what I’m doing. Awareness and desire are heady drugs as I tug my bra down just low enough for the nipple to pop out. I exclaim, “Oh, shit!”

His hand, still strangling his cock over his boxer briefs still, “What?”

“The heel I’m wearing caught in the edge of stone. I’m pitching forward.”

“I’ve got you, witch.” His words come out as a rasp. “Let me get you over to the lounger.”

“You deserve a reward for that, Ethan.”

“You can’t give me what I want.”

Hurt begins to spread through me until he continues, “Your ankle is swelling and I want you to suck my dick, Fallon. How are you going to manage that?”

Hmm, a challenge? Well, since this is a fantasy. “The lounger is high enough for me to be at the right angle to take you in my mouth if you’d just cooperate with me.”

“What does that mean?”

“I need you out of those pants.”

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