Page 44 of Takeover

“Yeah, but you can make me come in two.” I reach for him again, but he grabs my wrist.

“But I’m going to need way more than two minutes.” He kisses and bites the side of my neck, and that only fuels my need to have him again.

“I’m only concerned about my needs at the moment.”

“You were right. You are selfish.” He bites down hard on my collarbone and jumps out of the bed. I sigh happily at the view of his tight ass.

“Come back,” I scoot to the edge of the bed and try to reach for him, but all I get is a smug look.

“I’m going to shower, and when my clothes get here, I’ll take you out for breakfast.” He turns to face me, and I can’t help but bite my lip at the sight of his cock, which is pointing right at me. I reluctantly look away from it, look up, and catch his eye. When I run my tongue over my upper lip, he wiggles his brows at me.

“Greedy girl.” I throw my head on my pillow and groan in frustration when he leaves the bedroom. The sound of my own stomach reminds me that neither one of us ate dinner last night.

After picking out an outfit to wear to breakfast, I hear a knock on my door. Assuming it’s Ethan’s driver with his clothes, I put on the same robe I had on last night and run to the door.

“Coming!” I yell when I hear another knock. Without bothering to check or ask who it is, I open the door to the smiling faces of my family.

“Dad. Evil one. What are you guys doing here?”

“What? I don’t get a mention?” Vickie strolls in and my parents follow behind her. “It’s the third Saturday of the month.”

I knock myself on the forehead with my palm. We have breakfast together the third Saturday of every month. I don’t know how or why we started that tradition, but we never break it.

“You didn’t answer your phone, so we came by to check on you. Bernie’s going to meet us at the restaurant.”

“Oh,” I say, flustered at the unexpected intrusion. Sure enough, when I check my phone, which was still on the couch where Ethan threw it, there are several missed calls and unread texts from them. “Why didn’t you guys call my landline.”

“Forgive us for forgetting you’re eighty and have a landline,” Vick says.

“Go put on some clothes, darling, so we can go,” Cheryl says. “Your father is ready to gnaw his arm off.” My dad waves us all off. He’s already opened my fridge and gotten into my orange juice.

As I think of an excuse not to join them for breakfast, two things happen at once. The bathroom door opens, and someone knocks on my door.

“Is that Earl, Tar Tar?” Everyone in the room stands a little straighter at the sound of the male voice. Vicki covers her mouth with her hand, and Cheryl cranes her neck down the hall. Even my dad steps out of the kitchen.

“Is that—” My dad doesn’t finish his question because Ethan appears with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His lean body glistens with beads of water, making his abs pop. Everyone in the room stops and stares except for Vickie who has the wherewithal to open the door.

“Allow me,Tar Tar,” Vickie says. She opens the door to Earl. A few words are exchanged, Earl hands Vickie a duffel bag. Ethan takes the bag from her.

“We don’t want that towel to slip, Ethan.” Vickie smirks and goes to stand next to Cheryl. They both look at each other and start to giggle.

“Hey, Taylors,” Ethan says. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy indeed,” Vickie snickers. “At least for you two.”

“I assume you’ll be joining us for breakfast, Ethan,” my dad says. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows.

“That would be perfect since we were on our way to breakfast too.”

“They’re a ‘we’ now, evil one,” Vickie says to Cheryl.

“Excuse us.” I grab Ethan’s hand and practically drag him down the hall. Instead of going into the bedroom to change, he follows me into the bathroom, pins me against the sink, and kisses the very air out of me.

“I forgot I had to meet them today. I don’t want you to feel pressured to join us.”

He kisses my nose, steps back, and drops the towel. My mouth waters instantly.

“No pressure. I like your family.” He pulls the tie to my robe and removes it from my body. “This is a man’s robe. I don’t like it.”

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