Page 69 of Takeover

“If I wasn’t already in love with you, I would be after that.” I drop on top of her, and with her fingers still in her mouth, I kiss her.

“You are so nasty,” she says with a laugh. “And you ruined my dress.”

“I’ll buy you the entire spring line at Chanel.”

“You will?” she asks. “I’m not even going to pretend to tell you that you don’t have to. I want shoes too.”

I stand up and lift her in my arms. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, but I’m just getting started with you.”

She laughs all the way to the bedroom.

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“Ethan, you’re insatiable.” I throw my head back on the pillow as he lies next to me. He kisses me before he rolls over and pulls me into his side. After hours of lovemaking last night, we finally fell asleep, but I woke up this morning with his head between my legs.

“Say it again,” he orders.

“No.” I roll my eyes and try to push him away. “And you better not spank me again either.” Before the words are out of my mouth, he pulls me on top of him and spanks my sore ass. “Dammit, Ethan. It’s your pussy. Happy now?”

“I am.” He slaps my other cheek and says, “That’s because you said it with an attitude.”

“Whatever. Get away from me.” I roll off him and lie on my side, but he spoons me. I immediately relax in the safety of his arms. “I’m hungry,” I tell him. He rubs his hard dick against my ass.

“I have something you can eat.” My mouth instantly waters. He moves away and lies on his back. I climb on top of him, making sure my nipples brush against his mouth before I slide down his body.

“Mmhmm,” I say just before I take him in my mouth.

“I missed you so much.” He lifts me and puts me on the kitchen island. His white button-down shirt rides up and the cold granite soothes my sore butt.

“You weren’t gone that long.” I run my hand over his naked torso. Ethan Bradford is a sight to behold with his hard biceps and ripped abs. “I could eat breakfast on this stomach. You need to give your personal trainer a raise.” I slide my hands to his shoulders and run them all the way down his back. When I slide my hand underneath his lounge pants and pinch his ass, he lets out a yelp of surprise.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” he says against the side of my neck.

“I don’t want to eat your yucky eggs,” I say to him. We both laugh remembering Vincent’s words. “I miss him,” I pout.

“He’ll be home tomorrow, and that right there is one of the many reasons I love you.”

“Well, I knew you were a package deal, and I already told you I like him more than you. I’ll make breakfast if you agree to clean up.” He stands up straight, and I lick my lips at the sight of his body again.

“Um,” he says, scratching his head, “your man doesn’t clean, Tara.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I pay a lot of people to clean. You can cook. Susan can clean it up on Monday when she gets here.”

I hit him in the chest, and he laughs at me. “That’s disgusting, Ethan. Let’s just go out. I’ll make you dinner, and we’ll both clean up. How about grocery shopping? Does my man do that?”

“No, but I’ll go with you and hold your purse while you shop.”

“God, you’re such a pig. I can’t stand you.” I grab his face and kiss him.

“But I’myourpig. Let’s go eat. I have a sudden craving for bacon.” He lifts me off the counter, and I wrap my legs around him. He sticks his head in my neck and starts to snort like a pig. Unable to help myself, I throw my head back and laugh. He spins me around the room, all the while kissing my neck. We’re so lost in this moment that the sound of the elevator doesn’t register until I hear a familiar voice call his name.

“Ethan?” Lindsay says. The high pitched flirty lilt of her voice causes my lips to curl. Ethan’s body goes stiff, and his kisses stop. He takes a deep breath, puts me back on the counter, and pulls away from me. The lightness of our morning evaporates, at least for the moment.

“Ethan! I need to talk to you. Why the hell is your stuff thrown all over the floor?” Ethan and I stare at each other, neither one of us saying a word. “I know you’re awake.” The clicking of her heels gets closer to the kitchen. “I’ll make us some coffee, and maybe we can talk in the bedroom while I put your stuff away.”

Taken aback by her boldness, I raise my eyebrows and stare at Ethan. He exhales and mutters something under his breath. By the time he straightens up and adjusts his hard on, Lindsay finds us in the kitchen. Ethan stands in front of me, likely to block Lindsay from seeing my state of undress.

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