Page 83 of Captivating Mr. Second Chance

“Oh yes, please text me the link to the website. I’d like to give a donation.”

“Thank you. I will. But I was going to say, I’ll be really busy next week, so maybe we can find a time to talk after. Maybe even Zoom?”

“Yeah, that sounds really good.”

Ethan stood up, pacing the length of the living room, unsure what to say.

“Well, I guess I should let you go since you’re going out tonight,” Marcela said. “I hope you have fun.”

“Thank you.”

“And text me, okay?”

“I will. As soon as we hang up.”

“Okay.” When silence descended yet again, she laughed. “I think we’ll get better at this the more we try it.”

He chuckled. “I think so too.”

“Have a nice night, Ethan. Take care.”

“You too.” As soon as he hung up, he texted her the link to the website, as promised, along with the message.It was great talking to you.

She responded immediately.I can’t wait to do it again.

Tossing his phone down, he headed toward the bathroom to shower and change for his date with Laney, all the while thinking of how happy he was that their chat went well. Hopefully, after they talked more, they would be able to meet in person. He already had an amazing family; to get a bonus parent would be the cherry on top. And now that he knew what Marcela was like, he felt comfortable telling Laney about her. He couldn’t wait to, and he was still smiling when he answered his door, but it dropped when Laney stepped inside.

She cocked her head to the side, closing the door behind her. “What’s wrong?”

He licked his lips and blinked. Then he blinked again, proving he was still in semi-control of himself, at least some parts of himself. He couldn’t speak for a certain organ below his belt.

He raised his hand, touching the loose material of her dress, fluttering it slightly, and she quirked a brow. “What are you doing?”

“Shh.” He shook his head. “Don’t speak, or else we won’t be going anywhere.”

“What are you—”

“I told you,” he said, grabbing her by the waist to pull her close, his hands balling the soft cotton in both of his fists, at her lower back. “We will not leave this apartment if you open that mouth of yours.” He nipped at her lips, and she gasped, arching into him. There was no way she didn’t feel how hard he was.

“What’s gotten into you?” she murmured, looping her arms around his neck.

He huffed, tightening his hold around her, lifting her slightly to take her weight against him, her full and perfect breasts pushed against his chest, accentuating the cleavage already spilling out from the low neckline of her dress. “You literally look like you walked out of one of my fantasies.”

She tipped her head back, laughing, and he kissed her throat. “I’m serious, Laney. I can’t stand it. My dick can’t take it.”

She wiggled out of his grasp and stood in front of him, holding on to his wrists as she dropped her eyes below his waist, like she needed proof.

“Your hair is curly,” he said, wrapping a strand of it around his index finger before tucking it behind her ear and dropping his fingers to her chin. “You have on your berry ChapStick.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb along her lips, then skimmed his fingers down her throat to her collarbone and lower to the tops of her breasts. “And this dress. It’s…”

He shook his head and stepped back from her, his eyes roving over her. “It’s so innocent with the tiny flowers, but…”

“It’s just a sundress.”

He narrowed his eyes and grabbed her again, sucking at the skin below her ear. “It’s not a sundress.” He brushed his hand up her thigh, under that flimsy skirt that she excused as a sundress. “It’s a goddamn wet dream.”

She backed away from him, fixing her denim jacket. “I made reservations.”

“But it’s my birthday.”

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