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He looks to me. "Nice going, Violet."
"Oh God." I hide behind my palm.
Joel looks around the room. "So we're all okay with this?"
"I'm enjoying it," I say.
"Doesn't bother me," Tom says.
Joel shakes his head. He grabs the blanket off the couch and tosses it to Ethan. "You're washing that next time we stop."
Ethan laughs but he still gets back into his jeans and t-shirt. Well, the Sinful Serenade t-shirt that no doubt belongs to someone else.
He's not wearing anything under his jeans.
How am I supposed to think for the rest of the night?
"Shit, if you'd told me you were gonna be a free walking billboard, I would have insisted you put on clothes." Tom looks to me. "How was it?"
"You don't have to answer that." Ethan steps behind me. He slides his arms around me and pulls my body into his.
Tom and Joel share a look. I have no idea what it means. Maybe it's drummer code? Ah, it's so much fun being out of the loop.
Tom turns to me. "What's the verdict?"
"Don't you have a wife to talk to?" I ask.
"She's on an assignment. I'm not to disturb her." He raises a brow. "So?"
"It was amazing. Now both of you, go. At least for five minutes. I need to get dressed and there's no privacy in here," I say.
"There's a bathroom," Joel says.
"Now!" I fold my arms over my chest.
He chuckles but he still leaves. Tom too. He winks on his way out the door.
I turn back to Ethan. "Are they always like this?"
"Not with women. But otherwise, yeah." He plants a kiss on my neck. "You should get dressed. Joel's not going to give you a second over five minutes."
There's something in his eyes, something he wants to say, but his lips stay zipped.
I want to drag him into one of those tiny bunks and hold him until he pours his heart out. I try to shake off the urge. That's not part of our just having sex arrangement. And I'm pretty sure I'm down to sixty seconds at this point.
I dig through my dresser drawer— it is nice that I have a drawer— as quickly as I can. Boxers, done. But I can't find my tank top anywhere.
"Here." Ethan throws me a Dangerous Noise t-shirt.
I pull it on. "What do you think? Does my taste in my music make my ass look big?"
"Yes and I mean that as a compliment."
My cheeks flush.
"We're wheels up in half an hour. Want to cash in that rain check?"
"Huh?"
