After one month of living on my own again, I miss having Will and Ethan at my apartment. I didn’t even want either of them there in the beginning, yet somehow, my entire life changed over the course of the last eight weeks. The man of my dreams loves me. I love him back. I always did, though. I think he always loved me too, in his own way. And Will is okay with it.

The little black dress Ethan had insisted I buy for our date finally came in handy. Ethan took me to a fancy Italian restaurant in the city, complete with all the bells and whistles. He picked me up in a limo, which was total overkill but still awesome. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman minus the hooker part, of course. He also brought me a bouquet of white roses that were died pale blue—my favorite color. Our date was perfection.

“Give me your keys,” Ethan growls, holding out his palm, still as demanding as ever. But I would not have him any other way.

I fish the key ring from my purse and hand them over. Ethan gives me a satisfied grin and shoves the key into the lock, pushing his shoulder into the door until it gives way.

He holds out his hand and winks. “Ladies first.”

I smile back and kick off my shoes the second I walk into the apartment. My feet are killing me from wearing high heels. Me in heels. How comical? I laughed when Ethan sent me a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps that fit me as if they were designed specifically for my feet. Alanna, his personal shopper, really knows her shit. She had my size spot on.

I crash on the couch in the living room and kick up my aching feet on the coffee table. Just because I scored the sexiest hockey player in the NHL doesn’t mean I have changed one bit. I am still the same old girl who likes her Cheetos out of the bag and vodka from the bottle. I doubt I will ever get used to Ethan pampering me.

Ethan sits next to me on the couch and lifts my legs so that they are on his lap. He takes my sore foot between his hands and kneads my sole with his calloused fingers. “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone ran me over with a MAC truck. Better yet, it’s like someone rammed my pussy with one.”

He laughs. “Stop being so dramatic. I wasn’t that rough.”

At times, Ethan makes love to me, but he still loves to fuck me until I can barely walk the next day. He did exactly that right before we left for dinner, the effects of his aggression still having a lasting effect on me.

I lean my head back against a stack of pillows and smile up at him. “You weren’t that gentle either.”

Ethan runs his hand up my bare thigh and stops before he reaches my panties, my core throbbing and desperate for his touch.

“I can be gentle,” he says with a wink and his signature smirk. “If that’s what you want.”

“How about a movie? We could rent one.”

“Whatever you want, love.”

Exhausted, I reach for the TV remote and start flipping through the channels, fighting off sleep. It’s only ten o’clock, but I am so exhausted from staying up until this morning with Ethan. With our new living situation, we only see each other on the weekends. So we have to make up the time we missed.

I sit up and scoot back until my back hits the wall of pillows behind me, giving Ethan more room to spread out and relax. “You want a snack?”

He peeks up at me. “Sure. I can always eat.”

I smile. “Good. Go make yourself useful and pop us some popcorn while I flip through Pay-Per-View.”

He smirks. “Make myself useful?”

“Chop-chop.” I clap my hands together. “I need my movie snack.”

Ethan shakes his head at me. “You are lucky I love you.”

“You’re lucky I let you.”

We both laugh.

Ethan drops my legs on the couch and pushes himself up. He blows out a puff of air. “Women.”

That’s all he says before he walks into the kitchen, giving me a nice view of his firm ass. Dress pants look good on him. Hell, everything looks good on my man. He’s mine. All mine. I lick my lips, the thought of his naked body burned into my mind. Maybe I’m not so tired after all.

By the time Ethan sits next to me on the couch, he has a bowl in hand and is stuffing his face. With my arm draped over the edge of the couch, I click the remote with the other hand to start the movie before dropping it next to me.

“Take some.” Ethan shoves the bowl in front of my face with a smile. “Before I eat it all.”

I look down and find that he’s already eaten most of the bag he popped, and I grab a handful. After I take my share, he places the bowl on his lap. For a second, I am jealous of the bowl, wanting to take its place. Instead, I shove the popcorn into my mouth.

“I love the Saw movies. If you get scared, feel free to jump in my lap.” He pats his knee with a wicked smirk on his lips.

“I will keep that in mind. It takes a lot to scare me, though, and I love these movies, too.”

He sets the almost empty bowl on the coffee table and cuddles up next to me, moving me in front of his massive body. Ethan’s so big that he takes up the entire couch. With me being petite, it’s easy for Ethan to tuck me under his chin and wrap his arms around me.

“All better,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

Yes, all better. With Ethan, I feel safe and loved, and even though I don’t need him to hold me during a horror film, I find comfort in knowing that he’s here for me.

My breath hitches when he readjusts his position and lifts his arm, grazing my leg and leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I have no idea what’s happening on the screen. People are screaming along with the usual suspense music. All I can think about is the way my skin tingles from his touch.

Halfway through the movie, he pushes my hair off my neck and brushes his lips against my skin. The heat from his breath sends a chill down my spine that makes my toes curl with anticipation. When he notices the rapid increase in my breathing and the way my legs part for him, he places his big hand on my thigh to test the waters. I don’t stop him as he moves his fingers upward and toward my throbbing core.

Ethan slides his hand up to the seam of my panties and leans over to kiss me. At first, it’s a small peck on the lips, nothing more than a tease. But I want more. Parting my lips with his tongue, he kisses me softly, the passion between us growing more intense by the second. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs hard enough for it to hurt, deepening the kiss.

He rubs my sensitive spot over my lace panties, my insides burning from his touch. I moan into his mouth, a desperate plea for him to go further. Ethan moves the fabric to the side and slips two fingers inside me. I clamp down on his fingers, and he grunts against my neck.

“You’re so fucking tight. And wet, always wet for me. You drive me fucking crazy, my little lamb.”

I open my legs wider, allowing him better access that he willingly accepts. He’s a greedy bastard and takes what he wants. But so I am. My body tightens, and my mind goes blank from the intense pressure building within me.

His lips stifle my moans. I practically combust when Ethan increases his speed, his thumb circling my clit. I bite down on my lip, a fire burning beneath my skin.

“Come for me.” He takes my ear into his mouth to suck on it. “Come all over my fingers, baby.”

My entire body trembles as if he commanded the orgasm from me. Trying to catch my breath, I peek up at Ethan who raises his fingers to his mouth to suck on them. “Mmm…Best pussy I ever tasted.”

I chuckle at his comment and pull down his bottom lip. “That dirty mouth.”

He smirks. Then he’s on me again, pushing my dress up over my hips and sliding my panties down my thighs. Running his hand over my bare ass, he groans with pleasure. The sound he makes I know all too well. He wants to fuck me. Hard. But he stops himself from smacking my ass like I know he wants to do. So he rubs me, soothes my cheek with his calloused palm.

Ethan withdraws his hand and sits back, my body already missing his touch. Grabbing my shoulder, he rolls me onto my back and gets off the couch to remove his pants. Not wasting any time, he strips for me. Not in a seductive way, more like his skin is on fire and he needs to rip his clothes off. The couch sinks beneath his weight when he drops his knee to the cushion and kicks open my legs.

Staring down, he licks his lips at my exposed pussy. “Take off your dress,” he orders.

I reach behind me to pull down the zipper and raise the dress above my head, adding it to the pile of Ethan’s clothes on the carpet.

“Much better.” He grabs his long, hard cock in his hand, his gaze traveling up to my breasts. “I love your fucking tits. Pinch your nipples for me.” I do as he asks, and he licks his lips. Ethan throws my left leg over his shoulder, kisses my inner thigh, and inches his way to my throbbing core. Then, he wraps both of my legs around his waist and bends forward to take my nipple in his mouth.

He positions himself between my legs, and I close my eyes as he pushes into me, my entire body clenching as he hits all my pleasure points at once.

“Fuck,” he says, his big, strong hands gripping my hips as he moves faster. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He dips down to kiss my breast and says, “Mine.” Then, he kisses the other, “Mine.” He kisses me on the lips. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I whisper. “I was always yours.”

He pushes deeper inside me, forcing me to take all of him at once. “Damn right you were.”

I moan in response, too focused on the heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes. It doesn’t take long for Ethan to make me tremble beneath his bulky frame. After another mind-blowing release, I’m riding a sex high that has me teetering on edge. My body feels as though it could snap in half. And that’s with Ethan going easy on me.

He mumbles a series of groans and curses under his breath, gripping me hard as his body spasms. His chest rises and falls, his breathing still labored. Ethan smacks a kiss on my lips, his cock still pulsing inside me.

Our eyes meet for a second, and the corners of his mouth turn up into a wicked grin. “I’m never letting you go, Mia.” His voice is almost a whisper.

I smile and reach up to push the sweat-slick hair off his forehead. “I don’t want you to.”

He winks. “Good girl.”