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I lift my gaze back up to his as my hands lift to his sides. “You act like a bad guy, but I don’t think that’s what you are.”
Ethan shifts closer, and I feel his muscles move beneath the soft flannel he’s wearing. “No? Then what am I?”
I watch him watching me. “I think you’re a good boy.”
His lids lower.
His body goes tense against mine.
And then the hand on my chin shifts so he’s palming my cheek. “Say that again.” He moves even closer, until our bodies are flush. “Call me that again.”
“Ethan?” I slide my hands up his stomach, over his pecs, to his shoulders. “Are you my Good Boy?”
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Ethan
Heat spears through my body.
I’ve heard the phrase before. Heard it and…felt a certain way.
But hearing Tilda say it, in her sweet voice, it rewires something in my brain.
Dropping my hold of her, I bend my knees, grip her around the waist, then lift her as I topple us onto the bed.
She lands on her back, and I drop on top of her, bracing my elbows on the mattress above her shoulders. And before she can say another filthy word, my lips connect with hers.
Tilda moans into my mouth.
Her knees spread, and I wedge my body between her thighs.
I lower more of my weight onto her.
Tilda presses her heels into the backs of my legs, pulling me closer.
She’s so soft beneath me. So warm.
I rotate my arm so my elbow is still on the mattress, but my hand is tangled in her hair.
This fucking hair.
Our kiss becomes more frantic.
More hungry.
And then she’s grippingmy hair, tugging on it like I’m tugging on hers.
Good Boy.
I roll my hips, grinding my length into her.
We both moan, the sound merging into one where our mouths touch.
And fuck, I don’t remember the last time I was this hard.
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Tilda
