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‘Watch how well you let me fuck you.’
Oh, Jesus. ‘Yes please,’ I manage.
And he’s away, dipping his head into the crook of my neck and giving me a clear line of sight to what is a truly excellent show: his black-clad body working above me, shoulders broad and hunched as they hold him in place, waist narrow, his perfect arse pumping up and down as he grinds into me over and over, making this fuck every inch as hard and dirty as I need it to be.
He fills me up in the perfect, profound way only he knows how, and I in return spiral higher around him. Burn brighter.
Being able to watch him fuck me is hotter than hell.
I’m less clear on why the spellbound expression on my face terrifies me almost as much as it gratifies me.
CHAPTER 27
Sophia
‘This room looks likeMamma Miathrew up all over it,’ Ethan observes from the comfort of my huge bed. It takes up most of the room in this bijou doll’s house, but it’s worth it.
I whack him on his very nice chest, but it’s pretty ineffectual. I can’t get a good angle, snuggled as I am into his side. ‘Rude. And also borderline racist.’
He laughs. Smug bastard. ‘Because you’re Greek? Come on. Even you must admit there’s alotof blue and yellow.’
‘Better than living in a great big mausoleum, like some people I know.’
I happen to love my room and the rest of my house. I may still be getting this place just the way I like it, but it’s cheery and colourful with Mediterranean vibes. Opposite the bed stands an aqua blue chest of drawers, while from the freestanding mirror on top of it hang colourful Hermès scarves and my oversized Loewe straw hat. I will never admit in a million years that Ethan may have a minuscule point about the chest havingMamma Miavibes.
Besides, Donna would never have forked out for Loewe.
Or Hermès.
He laughs again, and I decide I like this mellow Sunday morning version of him very much. It’s definitely vindicating my admittedly dubious decision to let him come home with me last night. His body is so warm and hard and… mmm. I stroke his chest hair absently, wondering why the sensation of his hair and skin makes everything feel right with the world.
‘That renovation cost a fucking fortune, I’ll have you know.’
‘Hmm. Pity you ran out of funds before you were actually able to furnish it.’
‘She’s snarky on Sundays.’ He tugs me closer and plants a kiss on my forehead, and the sweet intimacy of it gives me the courage to divulge the diabolical plan I’ve been hatching since Ethan escorted me home last night.
I lay my palm flat on his chest and gaze at him as I wind my calf around his. His face is gently creased, open, his hair tousled. All those weekday walls are down right now, and I really hope this conversation doesn’t have him resurrecting them.
‘I have some news for you,’ I tell him.
He arches an eyebrow sexily. ‘Go on.’
‘I’ve decided to go ahead with the exclusivity thing—if you still want to, obviously.’
It’s quite something when someone’s face literally lights up. His smile is shocked and pleased and stunning. ‘Seriously?’
I nod. ‘Mmm-hmm. And that’s quite a smile you have there, mister.’
‘Well, the most beautiful woman in the world has just said she’ll go steady with me.’ His smile falters. ‘Even if I have to pay for the privilege. But that’s more than okay.’
My heart goes pitter-patter. Oh Jesus. It’s so much easier when he’s an arsehole. Vulnerable Ethan is way too much to handle. ‘I don’t want any more money,’ I clarify quickly. Because, while we’re clearly talking about a transactional, contractual arrangement, it would feel extra shitty to extort himas we lie here together, doing an awfully good impression of an actual couple.
He frowns. ‘So what’s the catch?’
‘It’s more of a condition.’ Here goes. I’m surprisingly nervous about bringing this up, and I don’t want it to land wrong. I clear my throat. ‘I’m making a commitment to you by doing something out of my comfort zone, so I’d like you to pay it forward… and commit to seeing a therapist. Of my choosing. Once a week.’
He stiffens and pulls his arm out from under me, and I feel instantly bereft.
