Page 29 of Jealous Boss

Pauvre Ethan, I think with a wicked little smile.

You never stood a chance.

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Ethan

After dinnershe chooses ice cream for dessert, I make myself an espresso.

By mutual agreement, we drift back into the living room.

I turn on the TV but can’t concentrate on anything. I feel her gaze on me as I channel-surf.

“You were so… angry. Earlier,” she mutters.

My fingers tighten on the remote. “For good reason. Stay away from Oswald. Guys like that only want one thing,” I snarl, the image of Oswald leering at Pia awakening fresh rage and white-hot jealousy.

She frowns. “Oh. Just one thing?”

I squeeze my eyes shut for a second. “Probably not. Hell, forget probably. Most definitely more than one thing.” Half a dozen to start off with. Then another two dozen more.

“Things like what?”

“Christ, use your imagination, Pia. You can’t be that innocent.” I toss back my espresso, hoping the heat will singe my own imagination.

“So… will he spank my butt and call me a cum-slut?”

My coffee spews out of my mouth. “Jesus! Who the hell said that to you?”

She plucks out a tissue from the stand on the coffee table and holds it out to me, blinking innocently. “One of the girls at school showed me a video.”

“Porn?” I croak.

Her eyes drop to the bowl holding ice cream she’s yet to touch. “Oui,” she confesses with a blush.

“Those things are unrealistic. They’re a performance meant to trigger a… certain reaction.”

“Oh. I see.”

I wipe myself down, thankful my T-shirt is black even though I need to change because I’m not a fucking slob.

But I’m not ready to abandon this conversation. Yet.

From the corner of my eye, I see her twirling her spoon through the confectionery. Scoop up a dollop and wrap her glorious lips around it.

Blood surges into my cock.

I cross my legs but it’s only a matter of time before that move becomes redundant. Especially if I don’t get off the subject.

I manage to. Barely.

She finishes her ice cream and I walk her to her condo.

There’s no Oswald lurking, and I make a point to tell Stanley to make sure he’s not let up here again.

At her door, she glances up at me, dimpling adorably, even though her eyes search mine in a way that makes my neck hot. “Sleep tight. Any plans for tomorrow?”

She shakes her head and my breath oozes out with relief. “I thought I’d just chill here for the day.”

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