Page 132 of Master of My Life

flickered behind her eyelids.

“Ethan . . .” She pressed her hips forward against his hand. “Please . . .”

“Please what . . . ?”

“I need—” Her body suddenly exploded into a million flashes of light. She pressed her head back

into Ethan’s shoulder, trembling and weak-legged as the waves of pleasure flooded her body like a

tidal wave destroying everything in its path. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She could only feel.

Slowly, the sound of the water echoing against the tile seeped back into her mind. She found her

footing and turned to see Ethan watching her, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

“You okay?”

He nodded and swallowed. He blinked and lifted his hand that had brought her such pleasure to

his mouth.

Her jaw trembled as he tasted her, eyes locked on hers. Her lips parted as he sucked on his finger

and more than anything, she wanted to drop to her knees and take his cock into her mouth.

She reached out and pressed her hand against him. He closed his eyes before pulling her hand

away. “We can’t, Sabrina,” he said, his voice low and strained.

“I want to say thank you,” she whispered. She tried to free her hand but his grip turned iron.

“I would love to feel your hand on me.” His eyes opened. “But I can’t do that to Chase.”

Sabrina swallowed and turned away. Chase. Her beloved Chase. He’d sent Ethan in to help her in

her weakness, and she nearly betrayed his trust.

Ethan turned the water off and stepped out. He handed her a towel and reached for another from

beneath the sink. “Feel better?”

Sabrina forced a smile. “My mind feels clearer than it has in a few days.”

Ethan nodded, a tight smile on his face. “Good. I’m glad.” He leaned forward and kissed her

cheek. “I’m gonna get some dry clothes.” He turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind

him.

Sabrina sat down on the closed toilet and stared at the ground, holding the towel around her

shoulders. She felt better than she had in days.

Chase had sent Ethan to help her. So why did her heart feel like a hot molten mess?

She dried off and dressed, then went to her room. Ethan’s door was closed, and she could hear

him speaking in low tones. Who was he talking to? She lay down on her bed where she could see his

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