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let me take care of you. I know what you need, Brynne, and I can give it to you. I just want to know
I have to know that you want it. That you want to be with me.
The waiter arrived at the table. Are you finished, ma am? he asked. Ethan looked annoyed
when I told the server to take my plate and ordered a coffee.
You hardly ate anything tonight. I could tell he wasn t pleased.
I had enough. I m not very hungry. I took a sip of wine. So you want me to be your
girlfriend, and give up control to you, and trust that you will not hurt me. Is that really what you want,
Ethan?
Yes, Brynne, that s exactly what I want.
But there s so much about me that you don t know. Things I don t know about you.
When you re ready you ll share with me and I ll be right there to listen. I want to know
everything about you and if you want to know about me, you can ask.
What if I don t want to give up control to you on some things, Ethan, or I am unable to?
Then you tell me. We are negotiating and both of us have to respect limits.
All right.
He tilted his head and spoke softly. I want to be with you so badly right now. I want to take
you home with me, and put you in my bed and have hours and hours with your body wrapped up in
mine to do with as I wish. I want to have you there in the morning so when we wake up I can make
you come, saying my name. I want to drive you to work and pick you up when it s time to leave. I
want to go to the shops with you and buy food we can cook for dinner. I want to watch some crap TV
show and have you fall asleep against me on the couch so I can watch you and hear you breathing.
Oh, Ethan
My coffee arrived and I wanted to slap the server for interrupting that beautiful speech. I busied
myself with doctoring it with sugar and cream. I took a sip and tried to find my words. To be honest
I was caught up in him already. Hook, line and sinker. I wanted all those things with Ethan, I just
wasn t sure I would survive him.
Too much? Am I scaring you off?
I shook my head. No. It sounds very nice actually. And you should know it s something I ve
never had before. I ve never had a relationship like that, Ethan.
He grinned. That works for me, baby. I want to be your first. He raised an eyebrow in a look
that dripped of sexual innuendo and made me want to go home with him tonight to start the
arrangement. But I want you to think about it tonight and then tell me what you decide. And you
need to know that I am very possessive of what belongs to me.
Really, Ethan? The sarcasm rolling out of me. Never would have guessed that from last
night in my flat.
I could totally spank your gorgeous ass right now for the lip you re giving me. He winked at
me. I can t help it. That s just how I feel about you, Brynne. In my head, you re mine, and that s
how it s been since I first met you. He sighed across the table at me. So I m going to be restrained
this time and take you home to sleep at your flat, and kiss you goodnight at the door, and wait for you
to tell me otherwise. He signaled the server for the bill. You ready to go?
I giggled at the image that popped into my head.
Are you laughing at me, Miss Bennett? Please do share.
I am picturing you wanting to spank me, Mr. Blackstone, yet playing the restrained gentleman
that merely kisses me goodnight at my door.
He groaned and shifted his legs in the chair, no doubt rearranging a furious hard-on I am sure.
You ll have witnessed a miracle tonight if my car actually manages to make it to your street.
~*~
Ethan kept his word. He did say goodnight at my door. Granted he d taken a few liberties with
his hands and I d gotten a very good impression of what he sported behind his fly, but he d left me
like he had promised after some very thorough kisses.
I got ready for bed after a hot shower and pulled on my softest sleeping tee. It had Jimi Hendrix
on the front, the picture where he is in a garden at a table set for tea; considered the last photograph of
him ever taken. I loved stuff like that, and I loved Jimi so it got a lot of use.
Deciding it was time to do a little recon on my boyfriend, I fired up my laptop right in the middle
of my bed and Googled the name I d read on his driver s license when he d showed it to me: Ethan
James Blackstone.
Not a ton really came up for him. He had a Wikipedia page and some links for Blackstone
Security s website. Wikipedia was a surprise though. Ethan was known mostly for his celebrity as a
poker player for high limit games. He d won a world tournament in Las Vegas about six years back at
the impressive age of only twenty-six. A lot of money. Enough money to start a business. And with
his military background in the Special Forces he must have found his niche. So that made him about
thirty-two now. I did the math. Almost eight years older than me.
Google Images had some pictures of him, mostly of his big win at poker. I would have to ask my
dad if he d ever heard of Ethan. He loved poker tournaments and still played sometimes.
I kept scrolling through pages of images and stopped whenever I found one of him. There was a
picture of him with the Prime Minister and the Queen. Jesus& The Italian PM and the President of
France? I felt tingles roll up my back. Was Ethan like a James Bond or something? What the hell
kind of security did he do? If these were people he protected then he had a very high profile
clientele. I was stunned. I made a note to ask Gabrielle s dad if he d heard of Ethan the next time I
saw him. He was London police and if anybody was in the know, it was Rob Hargreave.
I d also not seen a single personal photo of Ethan in a social situation with a woman. And I
wondered if he held the power to squelch stuff like that. There was no way he lived a celibate
lifestyle, not how he oozed sex. And if he was telling the truth about not bringing them to his home,
then where did he take them for sex? Ugh, I didn t want to ponder the idea.
Shutting down my computer, I turned out the light and crawled into bed. I pulled his purple tie
out from under my pillow and held it to my nose. The comforting scent of him came to me instantly. I
felt even smaller in the scheme of things now. And was left wondering why a man like him had
noticed me in the first place. From just my portrait at a gallery show? The idea hardly seemed
believable.
I tried to conquer my fears and think about what he d offered to me tonight. And I remembered
how good it felt to be with him and how he made my body burn during sex. I didn t have to worry
about anything scary or underhanded with Ethan. He was, if nothing, brutally honest. He was
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