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His brows dipped in confusion.
“Jaime, at the shop, you said that you weren’t into… well, that was all you said, actually, but I assumed you were going to saymen.”
I stared at him as I remembered that little fact.
“Right. Yeah,” I muttered. “I guess I’m not as straight as I thought.”
That was an interestingrealization to makeaftermaking out with a guy.
“Great,” I groaned. “Another thing to add to the list of things to panic about.”
I tried to laugh it off, but it came out bitter and trembling.
Unable to face Ethan, I moved around him to the couch, collapsing onto it while my heart raced.
Thankfully, my forming boner had taken a hint and was retreating back into the warmth of my boxers, so I didn’t have to worry about that part at least.
“So you kissed me because you actuallywantme?”
“Yeah. I guess I’m bi,” I said, my mind still reeling.
“It might not be that...” Ethan said gently.
I looked up at him, biting my lip nervously.
“What else would it be?” I asked, laughing awkwardly. I knew I was probably bright red on top of everything.
“You’ve been so stressed, Jaime,” he said, moving toward me.
“You probably just need to unwind... and I’m here.”
He slid down onto his knees in front of me, and my entire body flushed with heat when I saw the look in his eyes.
Penetrating as usual and filled with heat.
His hand slid onto my knee, resting there for a moment while he spoke.
“You need to relax and have a good night’s sleep. You’ve had so much on your plate. You need someone to take care of you for a change.”
His hand slid up my inseam, so damn confident, just like with everything he did. My breath caught in my throat.
“Will you let me take care of you?”
I nodded breathlessly, even though I had no idea how to go forward with this. But I’d instigated the whole thing and I wanted it. I wanted to get off and I wanted it to be Ethan getting me there. That was all I knew. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d jacked off since having Evie to constantly watch made it harder to be alone. Yet when Ethan’s hands moved up, over my forming erection, and I saw the way he was looking at me, I nearly ran again.
It took effort to force myself to remain still. My hands were shaking so hard that it felt like they were vibrating.
Ethan's warm hand retreated, sliding back to my knee. His other one landed over my hand, squeezing gently.
“Why don’t you shut your eyes, and try to relax,” he suggested. “I’ll take care of everything.”
Before I could answer, he leaned over my lap, pressing his lips to mine again and, fuck, he was such a good kisser. Even the scrape of his stubble felt good.
This time, when his hand slipped over my zipper again and rested there, I twitched toward it and my breath caught in my throat.
“Let me take care of everything,” he whispered again, this time against my lips.
I moaned and nodded.
