Page 29 of Ex-SEAL Bad Boy

Fucking genius.

Well, I have some ideas of my own. Of course, I’ve never dared to explore them before, but again, why not?

Speaking of paintings, what about the humble paintbrush, or why not several brushes? With Ethan—or any man—tied up and blindfolded, teasing his most sensitive spots with different types of brushes would surely drive any man wild. Hairbrushes, cooking brushes, and toothbrushes are limited only by my imagination; mostly pleasure and maybe even a little pain.

Ethan wasn’t the only one with a trick or two up his sleeve.

I smile wickedly at my depravity; It’s making me wet.

Sliding one hand inside the satin top of my pajamas, I gently caress one breast.

With one carefully manicured fingernail I flick at the nipple which instantly grows hard in response.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth, continuing to tease the tender pink bud, alternating between circular strokes with my fingertips firmly massaging the surrounding area and using my thumb to gently stroke the very tip.

I could feel myself getting close.

My mind goes blank

My God, Ethan, what have you turned me into?

I drop my hands, my excitement temporarily dampened. It was beginning to look like it might have to wait. Ethan had not called back since I left him standing there.

Who knows, maybe he’ll feel different in a day or two, but if he does want to rekindle what we had, whatever he wants to call it, it won’t be that easy.

I know girls who are ready to jump back into bed with their exes after a fight, but they get no respect.

I demand more.

As if on cue, my phone starts to vibrate, and looking at the caller ID, I see it’s Ethan.

I reject the call and turn off my phone.

Fuck him.

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ETHAN

Dammit.

Why won’t she answer?

If I’m being honest, I deserve it.

I was shitty to her earlier.

Having the time alone has caused me to think.

Why are we working so hard to trick some poor girl into thinking we’re going to be adopting her baby?

As much as I believe the child would be better off with someone with the means to care for him or her, who says that necessarily has to be the biological father?

Why does he want the child anyway? My father’s explanations are poor at best. It just doesn’t add up.

It’s not that I have any reason to suspect there’s anything overtly wrong with Whitmore, but why does it have to be so hush-hush?

Why isn’t Harrison Whitmore willing to go through normal channels to accomplish this adoption? The excuse that Whitmore doesn’t want the publicity won’t cut it.

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