Page 26 of Cut Deeper

His breathing changed and he glanced over my shoulder. Dark eyes stared back at me.

“I need to go home today,” I murmured, only for him to scowl.

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking for permission. I can’t wear your clothes again.”

“Why not? They look so good on you,” he said, climbing on top of me.

He began to unbutton the shirt I wore. I could feel his hard cock between us.

“This is mighty convenient,” he murmured.

“It rather is,” I said, hooking my legs around the back of his and tugging his shorts down his backside.

His alarm went off and he looked like a kid who’d been told there was no Santa Claus.

“Hey, at least you get to cut people up at work.”

“It’s not as much fun when they sleep through the entire procedure and are given pain medication.”

He sighed.

“Come to my house tonight,” I murmured.“It’s closer to your work.”

I swear he was pouting.

“Fine. I’ll leave our guests some additional food.”

First, I’d forgotten about them entirely. Second, he’d said our guests, and now his cheeks looked flushed. He glanced down at my breasts and lowered his head. I scrambled out from under him.

Over twenty-four hours contained with Ethan, and I hadn’t once tried to kill him.

“I’ll drop you home before I go to work,” he said, climbing out of bed.

His dick was poking out from his waistband. I regretted my decision. Why should I care if he went to work on time or not?

“Come shower with me,” he said as I dragged my eyes off the goods.

I followed him into the bathroom.

And he was late for work.

?? ?? ??

When I opened my front door, nothing had been moved or changed. My house smelled the same. It looked the same. But I had changed.

I went upstairs to change out of his clothes. My bedding was rumpled, my phone still on the nightstand. I raised the collar of his shirt and sniffed it. A faint trace of his aftershave. He was still in my space.

I put on some knickers and yoga pants but decided to leave his shirt on. I stared at my bedroom. He’d just sauntered in here and kidnapped me. The audacity.

Where had he learned to break and enter? He was supposed to be a medical professional, not a burglar.

He was coming for dinner. A little payback would be due.

I fixed my bed and stuck my phone on charge. I had a customer service survey from the security company about the consultation. No other emails or messages. I now knew why Gareth never messaged back.

I was about to put my phone down when I decided to Google Ethan. He was like a celebrity who never smiled. His picture had appeared in several articles. I sat on the bed and began to read.