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“What was that?” He asks, then he brings his mouth to me again, sucking hard while his tongue finds its way under the hood of my clit.
“Fuck….” I trail off before biting my mouth shut again.
“That’s what I thought,” he says and I don’t even have to look down to know he is smiling.
As his tongue picks up speed, I near the edge. “I’m going to come,” I say weakly.
“So come,” he says as he thrusts two fingers inside me. I slap my hand over my mouth and as his tongue works its magic on the outside, his finger curls on the inside and I come undone, stifling a scream in my hand.
Ethan gets off the floor and grins down at me, licking his fingers. I shake my head and he just laughs. “Tell me something. Did he ever fuck you like that?”
I’m confused. “Did who ever fuck me like that?”
“The tool you went to the baseball game with.”
I snort. “No. But would it bother you? Knowing about the men I’ve slept with?” My lips curl playfully. Ethan pulls me against him.
“It’s probably best I don’t know who’s touched you, sweetheart. I’d break their legs.”
I laugh and then cover my mouth. I need to be quiet. My son…our son…is in the other room. Hopefully sleeping. Hopefully hearing nothing. “Jealous much?” I whisper.
“Jealous? No. Jealous would mean I envy those douchebags. I am, however, territorial.”
“Oh? So you own me, do you?”
“Do I need to show you again who you belong to?” Ethan arches an eyebrow, his hand sliding southward.
I grab his wrist to stop him. “No more. I can’t handle anymore.”
He smirks. “And why is that?”
“Because you are the best I’ve ever had. And if I have another orgasm, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I lock my eyes on his, my lips tipped with the same smirk as his. “You don’t need to worry about anyone else.”
“Oh trust me, I’m not worried. Just…”
“Possessive,” I say and his eyes sunburst around the edges, his grin pulling even further.
“I like that word.”
With that, we kiss. And even as complicated as it all is, my heart keeps strumming in my chest. And two words play on repeat in my head–
I’m his.
I’m his.
I’m his.
Chapter 20
Ethan
What is it with guys named Chad?
They’re always the same. Car salesman body language, gum smacking, tube sock wearing assholes that smell they bathe in CK Eternity and say things like, “Cool, cool,” and “Exaaaaactly.”