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"You're the absolute love of my life and I'm excited to spend every moment with you." I moved my hands onto his ass. "But … have you ever played with body paints?"

"Mm. Another reason, I love you. It's like you've tapped into my mind."

"We'll buy some and a huge drop sheet. I want to cover you in paint and cum."

Ethan tapped my lip. "Such a dirty mind. It's no wonder we get on so well."

"Dinner!" a voice called. Must be one of Ethan's sisters shouting down the stairs.

"Brace yourself," Ethan said as he stepped back. "My family over a dinner table can be overwhelming. The concept of taking turns to talk is nonexistent."

At the table, the joyous mayhem pasted a grin on my face I couldn't dislodge. These people were my family now too. They'd welcomed me in and easily folded me into their conversations, teasing Ethan and me. Asking me questions. Affectionately calling me Ethan's hot Zaddy.

Ethan gripped my hand and held my gaze, love in his eyes.

The catcalls as we kissed made us both chuckle.

This was my life now.

Ethan was my life.

Chapter Nineteen | Ethan

I convinced Daniel to go back to my place after dinner at my parents'. I had plans that required us to be there and not at his house. I rushed through my door, excited by the prospect of blowing Daniel's mind. I drew him into the living room and pushed him to sit on the couch.

"Are you looking to be spanked again?" Daniel asked. "Because I cannot think of a single thing you did tonight that requires a correction."

"No, I have other ideas in mind. You'll like them." Not that I wouldn't love my ass warmed. But we could save that for later. "I'll be right back." I dashed from the living room.

In my second bedroom, I opened the closet door, revealing my many costumes. I had one in mind. I chose a short, black pleated skirt and sheer, black crop top. I removed my shorts and shirt and slipped everything on. I smoothed my skirt and did a quick peruse of my outfit in the mirror and my stomach did a little flip. I wasn't sure if Daniel was going to like it.

Then I remembered, he loved me.

I gathered my confidence and strutted back into the living room. I turned on my Bluetooth speaker, connected it with my phone, and selected a sultry tune.

"Jeezus, Ethan." Daniel gripped the arm of the couch. "I'm liking this already."

I started with a slow rocking of my hips and lifted my arms, bending at the elbows to drape them over my head. I increased the sultry sway, dancing to the music, turning and whimpering, looking over my shoulder, and lifting the back of my skirt so he could see my ass.

Daniel's hand went to his crotch, cupping and caressing his cock.

I spun back to face him and played with the bottom of my shirt, still dancing. Ever so slowly I lifted the sheer shirt, peeling it off over my head to expose what I was wearing beneath.

"Fuck," Daniel muttered. "What is that?"

"It's a bralette." I ran my fingers across my lace-covered nipples. "Do you like it?"

Daniel groaned. "How could I not?"

"Good because there's matching panties." I unzipped and using every seductive move in my arsenal to tease him, removed my skirt. I felt so incredibly sexy standing before him like this.

Cream coloured lace covering my pecs and the swell of my hard dick.

"Jeezus fuck." Daniel rose to his feet, grasped me around the waist, spun me roughly, and descended on me, kissing and gnawing the back of my neck, his breath heaving. He pressed his hard cock against the crease of my ass. "Please tell me you have lube out here."

"Jammed a bottle into the right end of the couch."

Daniel released my waist and went in search of it. Then he was back on my neck, ravaging my skin as one of his hands, his fingers frantic, hauled my manties off my hips.

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