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I nod. “I need to catch up on work, but I’ll drop off some breakfast around nine. That okay?”

“Of course. And… thanks for today, Ethan,” she murmurs, and I want to roar and beat my chest with pure male satisfaction.

“My pleasure.”

She smiles again, then steps back and shuts the door.

I return to my condo—which feels hollow and lonely all of a sudden. And I don’t pause as I stride down my hallway, tugging off my T-shirt, stepping out of my joggers even before I’m fully inside my bedroom.

And taking hold of my cock to jack off to the dirty images Pia Hyde once again planted in my brain.

Sunday passes with very little incident.

I deliver her breakfast.

She joins me for a late lunch and refuses dinner. I send her home with leftovers in case she changes her mind.

It’s our most benign interaction yet, and it gives me hope that maybe this insane attraction has run its course before things got out of hand.

8

Ethan

Ishould’ve known better.

Should’ve guessed from the sparkled determination in her eye once we were done with a client meeting on Friday afternoon and I had an unusual lull in my schedule that Pia would find a way to fill it.

The way she’d done all week, firing questions that made me marvel at her intelligence.

Maggie left fifteen minutes ago for a dentist appointment and I look up from the file I’m reviewing to find Pia watching me. “Something on your mind?”

She hesitates, then nods. “Oui… yes.”

The French should’ve given me the first inkling. “Go on. Shoot.”

“All week, I thought about what you said about that video we talked about last weekend? I… watched it again. Last night. For research.”

Sweet Holy Mary. I clear my throat, unable to shake the image of Pia watching porn in her bed.

“So… you watched it. And what? You think you want that?”Way to go, Ethan. Great job jumping off topic.

She shrugs. “I don’t know if I want my derriere to be spanked. The woman in the video… hers went all red and she screamed but she…”

She hesitates.

“She what?” My voice sounds like ground gravel and I’m so hard I’m going to explode all over myself in a minute. But I can’t look away from her. From that face and that mouth spewing dirty fantasies I have no right to make her repeat. No right at all.

And yet… file forgotten… I’m as eager as a horny schoolboy.

“In the video she seemed to like it. And she begged for more.”

“And… how did that make you feel?”Jesus. Stop.

I’ve hit klaxon levels on the pervert scales and the needle is quivering, ready to disintegrate. But I want… no, Ineedto hear her answer.

Why? The voice in my head wails. Because it will solve world peace? Because the global climate crisis depends on it?

I run my finger under my collar and shift in my chair. Watch a blush turn her face cherry-red.

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