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“Good… great, actually. You make me feel like I’m home,” I say. He hits me with an ear splitting grin and starts to move inside me. His long, languishing strokes make me buzz. He picks up his pace as I grow more conformable.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer, baby,” he says as he continues to up his pace. With that, he moves a hand between my legs, rubbing circles on my clit and the added sensation sends me over the edge. God, this man is perfect.

I pulse around him, my orgasm drawing him to the edge too. “Where do you want me to come, Candy?” He grunts as he drives into me with a swirl that makes my eyes roll back.

“My chest,” I say, desperate to feel his release on my skin again. With one more driving stroke, he pulls out of me and explodes across my tits. I feel filthy and powerful, covered in the marking of this billionaire who has already changed my life.

Ethan collapses next to me, linking his hand with mine. “Are you alright?” he asks after a moment.

A tear falls at his kindness. Kindness I know he only shows me. “Yes,” I respond. “A little sore, and a little messy, but so happy to have been with you,” I finish. I squeeze his hand as his stare lingers on me.

“I’m going to run us a bath and have the cook start us dinner,” he says after a moment, giving me a kiss as he’s standing up. “Do you like lobster?”

“I, uh,” I begin, reality crashing down on me. We come from such different lives. “I’ve never had lobster.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he says as he leaves the room.

I sit there, dumbfounded. While I’m excited for the experiences I’m going to have with him, something about indulging in these displays of wealth doesn’t come naturally to me. Maybe I’ll go back to the shelter tomorrow to volunteer as a way to make up for the luxuries I’m being allowed to experience.

Chapter Seven

Ethan

Despite waking up early, my bed is cold. I sit up bolt straight as soon as I realize that Candy is missing. I’m not sure where she could have gone, but my mind races. I jump up and head out of my room, grabbing one of the maids to ask if she’s seen Candy.

I end up going through all of the house staff before I get an answer. Apparently, Candy asked to be driven into town and my driver allowed it. I like to think that I wouldn’t be so upset if he’d given me a heads up, if he sent me a text to tell me where they went, but I know better. I’d still be angry that I wasn’t woken up to be asked permission.

I would have liked to go with her, just so I can see what she gets up to.

After changing quickly, I hop into one of my cars and leave. No one could tell me where my driver took her, but I think I have an idea. Plus, the SUV they took stands out. It shouldn’t take me too long to find them. And, even if it does, I’ll drive up and down every street in Snowbrook. I won’t stop until I know where she is and confirm that she’s okay.

Sure enough, as soon as I pull up to the shelter, I see the car I’m looking for. Part of me is annoyed that she’s back here, but then I remember that I didn’t give her a chance to grab her belongings. She’s probably just here to get her stuff – even though I’m not sure what she could possibly have in there that I can’t provide for her. I should leave and head back home, but I need to see her. I’ll offer help.

I head inside the shelter, nodding at the man at the front desk. He tries to stop me as I head toward the dorm rooms, but I don’t listen. This place might be big, but I doubt it’ll be difficult to find her. From what I remember from the briefings I got before the gala I hosted, most of the residents have jobs. So, it’s very likely that Candy will be one of the only residents here.

I’m disappointed to find that she’s not in her room. There’s a part of my brain screaming at me that she’s not here, that I mistook the car in the parking lot for my SUV. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when I hear Christmas music blaring from somewhere close to the lobby.

When I get back up front, I ignore the man at the front desk again. I follow the sound of music and find myself in what’s clearly a cafeteria. My eyes dart around the room, taking note of the Christmas tree that’s been pulled to the middle of the room and all of the decorations that are lying on the tables. Eventually, I spot Candy.

She’s standing on a chair as she uses spackle to patch holes on the wall. Her face is bright, and she lights up the entire room. As she works, I see the woman I fell for at the gala two nights ago.

Her passion is so obvious. Candy is agoodperson. There’s no reason for her to be here helping out, especially not now, not since I’ve promised her a life of luxury. Yet, here she is, giving her time and effort for free.

I don’t think I’d ever find myself in a position like this. Most of the time, I won’t even get out of bed for a meeting if I don’t think there’s going to be a sizable profit. However, Candy got herself out of bed, got dressed, and figured out how to get herself here to volunteer.

It makes me want to be a better person. While I was dreading a party to benefit this place, she’s happily doing manual labor. Maybe I shouldn’t have complained so much, put up so much of a fight. I had it easy, all things considered.

Eventually, Candy feels my eyes on her and turns around. I see the confusion flash across her face. It’s quickly replaced with excitement, and she climbs off of the chair. I open my arms, catching her when she throws herself into them.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be here, Ethan!” she says, grinning into my mouth when I lean down to kiss her. “Are you here to help out?”

“Ah… no,” I say, not missing the hurt on her face as she extracts herself from my arms. “I was just worried since you weren’t in bed when I woke up.”

“Right…” Candy says, putting on a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “But, if you want, we could use another set of hands.”

“I’m not really dressed for that,” I admit, and I know immediately that it’s the wrong thing for me to say.

She turns away from me, her shoulders tight. I watch as she takes a deep breath, then she says, “You’re right. You’re free to stick around and watch. Moral support is important, too.”

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