Page 13 of Master of My Life

She loved him, but were her natural desires stronger than that love?

There was only one way to find out.

Ethan opened the door with wide, blinking eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Chase walked inside and set the box on the table, looking around for his

beloved.

“She’s a good-looking girl, Chase.”

“What are you talking about?”

Sabrina’s bedroom door opened, and she walked out. Now he knew why Ethan looked

bewildered.

Chase had seen Sabrina dressed for ballet class many times. Tight-fitting clothing was the norm.

He knew the shape of her ass, the curve of her breasts, her tiny waist and strong legs, and always

enjoyed looking. But as she stood in her doorway wearing that black dress, he could hardly breathe.

The dress hugged her body, emphasizing her hips and narrow waist. His eyes trailed down the

inner swell of her breasts, tantalizing him with their luscious curves. It took every ounce of discipline

he had to not push her up against the wall and take her right then and there.

When he managed to tear his eyes away from her breasts, he noticed she’d pulled her hair back

into a simple bun, dark tendrils framing her face. Her green eyes were wide, and she blinked several

times.

“You . . .” He cleared his throat when his voice cracked like a prepubescent schoolboy. “You look

beautiful.”

She gave a shy smile and his heart leaped in his chest. That darn smile did it to him every time.

He strode the few steps across the room and pulled her into his arms. She pressed her body

against him and he bit back a groan. “It’s a good thing I love you as much as I do,” he murmured

against her hair.

“Why?”

“Because if I didn’t, I’d fuck you right here and now.”

She leaned back and stared up at him. “You would?”

He caressed her cheek. “You are the damn-sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Her cheeks turned

pink, and he grinned. “I don’t know how the men will make it through dinner tonight. They’ll all be

thinking about you.”

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