“The maid.”
“Maybe once.”
I had to remove his hand in order to think straight. “And she swans in here offering herself again? Would you have fucked her if I wasn’t here?”
He puffed out a breath. “I probably wouldn’t have ordered champagne to start with. And no. I’m not that attracted.”
“But yet you fucked her?”
“Well, I am, I mean,wassingle at the time.”
“Was?”
He turned to me. “And what about Mr Purple Wanker?”
I had to laugh, despite him side-stepping my question. “No. We haven’t fucked. He’s married.”
“Jerk. And he’s all over you. That’s plain fucking wrong.” He tilted his head, and his mouth curled at one end. “I guess he has nice blue eyes. Or is it some kind of daddy fascination?”
I walked over to the window and peered down at the convoy of taxis banked up and people pouring in and out. “Daddy fascination? I don’t have one of those.” I turned to face him again. “I prefer dark-eyed, sleazy rich boys.”
“Oh, do you just?’” He rearranged his tight slacks, making room for his dick, an action that I found seriously erotic. “Then that counts me out.”
I laughed. “Going on that scenario with the maid, I’d say you well and truly fit that description.”
“I’m not him anymore.” His smile had faded, and a serious expression shone in his eyes.
I ran my finger along a smooth marble statue, turning my back to him. “Do you know the colour of my eyes?”
“Silly question. They’re a deep green and almond shaped. In the light, they’re bluey green, which robs me of speech. One of your best features.”
“One of my best features?” I joined him on the couch again.
He walked his finger along my face, stroked my hair, then traced my breasts making my nipples stand at attention.
I held my breath as his finger slithered down to my thighs. By this stage, my panties were drenched. I fell into his arms. Who he’d fucked before me mattered little.
“You’re perfect all over.”
“I’m a lot chubbier than her,” I added. I’d never really worried about my body until I met Ethan.
He nuzzled into my neck. “Deliciously so. I love your body. Love curves. Love your curves.” His hands traced my waist and beyond.
I gave into lust, my hand settling on his very hard dick. “And I love your dick.”
“Good, because he’s pretty crazy about you too.”
We sipped champagne, then at his request, I did a very slow striptease as he held that heavy, engorged cock in his hand.
Chapter 6
Ethan
Mirabelfuckedmesenseless.My orgasm was so explosive, stars shot before me, and I cried out.
It was like I’d fallen under a spell.
I pulled away to look at her pretty face. “I came too quickly. I didn’t make you come.” I stroked her rosy cheek. “Just give me a while, and I’ll be better next time. Promise.”