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“For the added effect of embarrassment?” I suggest with a shrug of my shoulders. “My friend Penelope was the one that placed the order, not me.”
“But you approved it?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be that many. I only wanted to order fifty for the practice.”
“Fifty dildos? Why on earth do you need that many?”
“I sell them to clients if needed. I have a partnership with the company. I buy wholesale and sell them for a profit. Don’t get it twisted though. I’m not a dildo pusher. I’m just a woman who knows that sometimes a good sex toy can help you learn more about what you like…sexually, that is.”
Dear God, my cheeks must be flaming red right now.
Ethan snickers. “Okay…so this was your next move in our little game?”
“Yes. That was the atomic bomb.”
His brow lifts. “Quite the move, Dr. St. Clair. I’m impressed.”
And his appreciation has me smiling. “Thank you.”
“Now, here’s the problem. I have three hundred vibrating dildos that need somewhere to go…”
“You can bring them here. I’ll help you. I’m sorry,” I say while shaking my head. “I didn’t even think about canceling the order after Monday.”
“Is that because you were thinking about something else you were supposed to consider from Monday?” he asks, moving closer to me after he drops the dildo back in the box he set on my desk.
“Yes…” I reply breathlessly, and eager to see his reaction to my answer.
“And what did you decide?”
You need boundaries, Amelia. Remember when you told Charlotte the same thing about her fake relationship with Damien? You need to know what to expect so you can handle this like an adult.
“If we’re doing this, what does it entail?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, are we exclusive?”
“I sure as hell won’t be fucking anyone else.”
Fucking. Oh my God, Ethan said fucking. He wants to fuck me. I think I might pass out. “Same.” Way to keep your cool, Amelia. “Are we telling people?”
He chews on his bottom lip. “I think we should keep this between us for right now. Not sure if your brother is going to be thrilled about me defiling his little sister, and I don’t want to draw unnecessary attention if we can avoid it.”
I swallow hard. “You’re going to defile me?”
Ethan lowers his head to my ear, nuzzling my neck with his nose. “I want to do so many dirty things to you, Amelia, that even a shower won’t restore your perfect image. I want to hear you scream my name, I want to see that mouth of yours wrapped around my dick, and I want to explore every inch of your body until I know it better than my own.”
“Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this,” I reply, practically panting. I run my hands up his chest and wrap them around his neck, remembering how it felt to touch him the other day. This time it almost feels better. And it’s crazy to me that we’ve gone from wanting to sabotage one another to talking about defiling—my, how things can change in an instant.
“I’ve been thinking about you like this since I moved in across the courtyard. I was just too damn stubborn to admit it.”
“Is that what you’re doing now, then?”
“Damn right. I want you so fucking bad. You’ve been nothing but a walking temptation, and I’m ready to give in.”
“You have no idea how much I want you too, Ethan,” I admit, letting the truth of my feelings out in the open. I know there’s a risk I’m taking with him, but I also know that my mind and body are drawn to him, and the best way to relinquish that hold sometimes is to give in.
I want to give in with him.
“When I first saw you, the attraction was instant. But then you opened your mouth. Now, after seeing what an asshole you can be, I’m beginning to wonder if I have a thing for assholes…”
He laughs and then threads his hands into my hair, tilting my head to the side as he nibbles on my neck. “Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me how much you want me, Amelia.” He lifts his head before biting my bottom lip and dragging it between his teeth. “Tell me this, if I stuck my hands up your dress right now and brushed my knuckles against your panties, would they be soaked?”
“Uh-huh.” Oh God, please touch me.
“You want me to find out for myself?”
“Yes…”
“Fuck.” He crashes his mouth to mine, exploring with his tongue as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. We hit my door hard, rattling the bell again before Ethan lifts me in his arms and carries me over to my desk with my legs wrapped around his waist.
The feel of him is consuming—his hands, his kiss, his scent—he’s manly and hard, but his touches are soft, edged with that little bit of roughness that’s making my pussy drip with arousal.
“God, I want to see you come,” he mumbles against my mouth.
“Then make me.”
