His laugh is quiet, turned inward, and I try not to let it carry me away.
No, don’t do this.
You can’t fall harder.
“Why don’t you tell me, Hattie? What are my flaws?”
I hold up a hand so he can see me tick them off my fingers as I go.
“You’re short-tempered, grumpy, kinda mean sometimes, and you throw your weight around when you really want something.”
“Short-tempered, grumpy, and kind of mean are all the same shit,” he says bluntly. But just as I worry I’ve offended him, I see the humor gleaming in his eyes. “And you don’t mind me throwing my weight around sometimes.”
My cheeks heat.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
He cocks his head skeptically.
“Eat up.” He nods at the plate. “Then I’ll show you again.”
My thighs tremble at the memory and fresh heat pools in my core.
I try not to shovel the food in my mouth, hoping I don’t seem too eager.
“Dessert can wait. There’s ice cream in the freezer and it’ll be good later,” he announces.
The moment I’m done, he pushes back his chair and lifts me off my feet.
While Ares watches us from the floor like we’ve lost our minds, I kiss him desperately as he carries me back into his bedroom.
12
ALL NIGHT LONG (ETHAN)
If I’m incurably sick, I don’t care.
If this is some kind of disease or brain malfunction or clinical insanity, I don’t want it cured anytime soon.
Because Hattie Sage feels too fucking good to quit.
She smiles shyly up at me from bed, her robe falling open.
I help shove it off her shoulders, exposing those magnificent tits I want to drown in.
They’re better than I could’ve imagined, her skin supple and dusky around her nipples.
She gives back a buttery moan with every kiss, always so responsive.
That’s what makes this worse, what drives it toward mania.
I can’t resist taking one of her sweet nipples in my mouth, flicking my tongue across the bud, making her give up more songs of pleasure.
Fucking addiction, the way she reacts.
With my other hand, I reach between her legs, finding her clit.
Her sweet cunt’s as drenched as I expected.
