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That should scare me since we’ve only just met. But I’m not. I’m actually nervous but excited.

“Good night, angel. See you tomorrow.”

He leaves with a soft kiss on my mouth. I don’t know why but that disappoints me. I want more. So much more

* * *

“It’s almost3,000 square feet, has three bedrooms, three full baths, and one half bath. It was constructed two years ago, but the original owner has moved to London. It’s been on the market for only a week.”

It’s a duplex on a high-rise building with stunning river and city views. From the custom-stained oak plank floors to the windowed kitchen with oak cabinetry, I can’t keep my jaw from hanging open. I’ve never in my wildest dreams ever thought we’d live in a place like this.

“Do you like it?” Ethan asks as he leads me to the bedroom. It’s complete with a dressing room and en-suite bath. I don’t even know what half of these styles are called, but they can only be described as exquisite. Stuff only rich people can afford.

“I do but–”

“Then it’s settled. I’ll tell him we’ll take it and we can move your Mom and sister tomorrow once the paperwork is finished.”

“Ethan, isn’t this too much? They can live in a much cheaper location.”

“Why would they if they can live here? My little girl deserves the best, so does her family.”

If there’s one thing I realized about Ethan, it’s the fact that when he’s decided something, there’s no way he can be persuaded to do something different. So I nod and smile. “Thank you.”

He sits on the bed and smirks. “How about you thank me with a kiss?”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. With my knees on either side of his thighs, I straddle him and loop my arms around his neck, loving how our faces are on the same level. I brush my lips over his—shyly at first. But he cups the back of my head and deepens the kiss, so much that my toes curl and I’m whimpering in his mouth.

Without a warning, he grabs me and flips me over until he’s hovering above me, eyes darkening as he scans my face, my mouth, my breast, and lower, lower.

He claims my mouth in another kiss before trailing kisses along my jaw, down the column of my throat, in the valley between my breasts, as his hands knead each globe. Even with my thin dress, my nipples harden into peaks, longing for more attention.

When his face is just inches from my pussy, my core clenches in anticipation. He runs a hand under the hem, fingers scorching my skin as he moves it along my inner thighs. Ethan hikes my dress until the only barrier is a flimsy pair of panties.

I’m clutching the bed sheet, biting my lips, and forcing my heartbeat to calm down. But I can’t. There’s no calming down when his fingers touch my underwear and rip it off. Oh my God!

With a growl, he throws it to the floor and doesn’t waste any time burying his face in the junction between my thighs. I feel like someone just electrocuted me as my body bows off the mattress. He drapes my legs over his shoulders to give him better access and he’s eating me like a man starved. His tongue flattens on my sensitive button and I can’t stop the moan coming out of my mouth. He keeps sucking and tracing circles on my clit when we hear a knock on the door.

We both freeze and stop breathing. We forgot the damn real estate agent!

“Mr. Erickson? Is everything to your liking?”

Ethan lifts his head and stares at me, his mouth glistening with full evidence of my arousal. “Yes. Leave.”

I don’t hear what the agent says because I’m brought to different heights when Ethan plunges his tongue inside me. I’m already a panting mess, but when he continues sliding his tongue in and out of me while his finger rubs circles on my clit, my whole world explodes. I see spots of color dance before my eyes and the rush of release leaves me boneless.

* * *

It’smy first day of work as a manager and I love it.

The staff members are all nice and professional. It doesn’t take long for us to get into a rhythm and work seamlessly. I promised myself I wouldn’t be like Mr. Jacques so I let the baristas take regular breaks. I know what it’s like to stand for more than eight hours and not feel your legs anymore. I won’t do that to them. Ever.

Ethan texted earlier that he was picking me up at five. Picking me up is a funny way of saying it because he owns this building. His office is on the 39th floor and all he has to do is take the elevator to get to me.

He takes me to a shop with a name I can’t pronounce. They have an in-house stylist who takes her sweet time dressing me up. For someone who has only ever worn thrift store finds and items on “everything must go” racks, it makes me uncomfortable at first, feeling like a total impostor playing dress-up. I’m out of place and I know the stylist is well aware of that too. I can see by the forced smile on her face. Oh, she’s gonna gossip like hell about me later.

Ethan must have sensed it because he saunters toward me, runs a hand down my arm, and kisses my bare shoulder. “Fucking beautiful. You’ll throw every other woman to the shade, baby girl.”

My breath quickens—from his touch or his words, I do not know. But Ethan affects me in ways no man ever has. I look at his reflection in the mirror, towering over me but gently touching me. My gentle giant. My ruggedly handsome gentle giant. “So you like it?”

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