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“This is just beyond rude,” I mumbled, wiggling under Ethan’s weight.
They’d been satisfied, but I hadn’t and now I was being partially squished. Even if I did like it, my vag wasn’t going to let me enjoy it too much. I was seriously thinking about leaving, until I felt Ethan drop his shoulder, applying more weight against me. I lifted my gaze and found his once closed eyes, wide open. He watched me with surprising intensity for someone so sleepy and my breath caught.
When one of his fingers slipped inside me, I was so startled that my hand shot to his wrist, gripping him tightly, only stopping him for a second. I swallowed and shot Ethan a surprised look. My mouth dropped open as I started to speak, but any words I’d been about to say cut off as my eyelashes fluttered against my cheeks. It didn’t take long for soft whimpering moans to escape my throat. I shifted against his hand, letting his palm apply pressure against my clit.
“Cassie, look at me,” Ethan said, his voice sounding sleepier than he currently looked.
I popped my eyes open when he stopped. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a droopy, tired smile. “Then you better look at me when
I tell you to.”
“Ethan-
”
Whatever I was going to say caught in my throat as he thrust another finger inside me. I
clutched his arm as it pushed up and down my stomach. He dropped his forehead against
mine, never breaking eye contact. It was like he was memorizing me like he was searching
my soul. He kissed me, once, twice, and then sucked on my bottom lip. I could almost pretend that this meant something, that we were just two people in love, pleasing each
other.
Those are dangerous thoughts, Cassie. Remember, this isn’t about love, the logical voice
in my head spoke.
Not now, the illogical voice responded.
It was a simple surface orgasm, but it came swiftly enough that a startled gasp escaped my lips. I hugged Ethan’s arm tighter to me, whimpering his name, and turning my body
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towards him as my hips humped the fingers he continued to thrust into me.
When it was over, he didn’t pull his hand away or take his fingers out. He simply left them in place, gave me one last kiss, and settled deeply against me and the bed. When his breathing evened and I knew he was asleep, I still couldn’t stop staring at him.
Is this really that moment? That moment when the woman realizes she might be confusing simple sex with love?
I mean, I knew I already loved him, but I’d pep talked myself crazy about this. It was just sex. A means to an end so I could follow through with my commitment to be a surrogate for a couple who couldn’t have kids.
Ethan mumbled something into my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts. “What? Ethan, I didn’t hear you,” I whispered, breathing against his cheek.
“Love you, Cass,” he said again before falling back to sleep.
My heart thumped in my chest and I swallowed. He wouldn’t hear me so responding wouldn’t hurt any. “I love you too, Ethan.”
I should’ve been somewhat tired after that orgasm, even if it was just a simple one, but I wasn’t even close. I had always loved Ethan, secretly I had known that it was in that way too, but this was the first time I’d spoken the words and actually meant romantic love instead of friendship love. My heart thumped in my chest as my gaze lingered on his peaceful, sleeping face, and for the first time since I’d propositioned him, I felt like I was in trouble.
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