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“How come he calls you Zoey, but he calls me Mr. Morrison?” Ethan questions, a confused look on his face.
“We bonded over my naked pictures,” I joke, laughing, but it really isn’t a joke. It was the turning point. We both agreed that when that happened, we moved beyond him being security and we kind of became friends.
“What!” Ethan shouts, jogging to catch up with me as I scamper away from him, heading to the front door of the house.
He catches up with me, his hands wrapping around my waist, he tosses me over his shoulder, and I squeal with delight.
“The only person who sees you naked from now on is me!” Ethan calls out, slapping my ass as he carries me into our house.
CHAPTER29
ETHAN
It’s been a week since Brandon and Tracy’s wedding and a week since I found out it was Declan behind Zoey’s abduction and all the shit that came after that. I’m still not sure I’ve let go of my anger over the whole situation, Brandon either, but I take some comfort in the fact that Declan is now caught and behind bars.
He admitted to everything in the end too, including turning on his accomplice who turned out to be a nobody, just some random guy in a bar who was willing to steal a car and help him take Zoey for a thousand bucks. The whole thing was beyond belief to be honest, and I still can’t believe he was not only that fucking stupid, but that all of this was because I turned down his business deal.
I mean, what the fuck did he think would happen? That I’d finally give him a piece of my company if he stopped harassing my girl? Fucking hell, the guy’s an idiot He was also pretty much fucked in the end too, between Zoey’s recording and all of the security cameras in the function room and corridor, but it’s nice to know he won’t be able to get away with any of it.
It’s fucking fantastic to know Zoey is now safe too.
I scrub a hand down my face as I reach for my phone on the nightstand to check the time. Almost eight. Before Zo, I’d have been up for hours, even though I am not a morning person. Hell, I’d already have been at work, but these days, I no longer give a shit about busting my ass for my job. I have a much better reason to stay in bed. A really fucking good reason actually.
Zoey is lying on her side, facing away from me and still sleeping even though the alarm went off an hour ago. I roll into her, so my body is flush with hers, my arm around her waist as I bury my face in her hair, not caring how late it is.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, still half asleep as she moves closer, snuggling against me so her whole body is pressed against mine, her gorgeous ass against my dick.
“Morning, baby,” I whisper, brushing her hair aside so I can kiss the back of her neck.
“Morning,” she says, squirming against me. I groan at the contact, at how fucking good it feels and she laughs, all husky and sexy because she’s still half asleep. “What time is it?”
“Does it matter?”
She lets out another laugh, rolling over so she’s facing me. “I don’t know, does it,” she says, pressing her hand to my chest before sliding it down to my dick, her fingers curling around me as a low growl rumbles in my chest.
I slide an arm under her neck, my other around her waist as I pull her closer, her hand still gripping my dick. “No, it doesn’t,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers.
Zoey slowly starts to stroke me as she brushes her lips against mine. “I knew there were advantages to sleeping with the boss.”
With a grin, I slip my hand to her ass, squeezing hard. “Are you saying you’re just using me for sleep-ins?”
“No,” she replies, letting out a breathless laugh as her grip on my dick tightens. “Not just for sleep-ins, anyway,” she says, her grip tight as she continues stroking me. I’m impossibly hard now, desperate to bury myself inside her.
“Fuck,” I groan, rolling her onto her back beneath me. “Zoey…”
“Yes?” she asks, her body arching beneath mine as she presses a kiss to my throat.
“God, I need you,” I breathe out as she exhales beneath me, sexy and slow as she shifts so I’m inside her. “Jesus, baby.”
“Ethan,” she murmurs, her legs wrapping around my hips. “I need you too.”
We move together. Slowly. Deliberately. The two of us savoring each other, knowing that this moment, what we have together, is more than either of us ever expected. I can’t get enough of her, my mouth on hers, kissing her deeply as my hips move against hers, thrusting slowly, deeply, relishing how fucking good it feels to be inside her.
Zoey moans beneath me, her arms around me, her fingers on my back, digging into my skin, as she urges me deeper inside her. She shifts, lifting her hips to mine as I sink even deeper, hitting that spot that has her groaning in ecstasy, her body tightening around mine.
“Jesus, Zo,” I murmur against her lips, my tongue teasing hers.
“Ethan,” she sighs, arching off the bed, her body pressing into mine.
