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“Mm hmm,” she murmured, nodding her head.

Ethan bent to take a breast in his mouth, figuring he should keep her warmed up and frustrated for a minute, and she was just as responsive as she had been before—which was damn sexy.

After a minute, he pulled back, crawling back a little and hooking his fingers inside of the hem of her panties. He looked up at her, raising an eyebrow questioningly, and she lifted her hips, her right hand coming down to shove the panties off herself, since he wasn’t doing it fast enough.

Still writhing beneath him, even when he was barely touching her, Willow was the very picture of sexual eagerness. His cock throbbed, begging him to take advantage of her current state of pliancy—she said anything, after all, and she was horny enough that he would bet his house that she wouldn’t turn down his cock.

If only he didn’t have a fucking conscience.

Instead of pursuing their mutual pleasure, he decided to hold up his end of the bargain—even if she didn’t want him to.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Willow glanced up at him, but she didn’t seem to register what he said.

He might as well make it good for one of them.

Flashing her a devilish smile, he moved down the bed, gripping her thighs and spreading them. Ducking his head between her legs, he used his thumbs to spread her lips, and then his mouth was covering her, his tongue moving inside of her as she moaned, and that time her fingers were digging into the sheets.

Once he found the spot that had her whimpering, he didn’t let go, holding onto her to keep her from squirming so much as his tongue lapped at her and her cries became more desperate. Her body twisted and the sounds she was making were driving him crazy; then he felt her lose herself, her body convulsing as she cried out in pleasure.

Spent, she fell limply against the bed. Ethan climbed up beside her, lying on his back and trying to concentrate on getting his own arousal under control.

Willow turned on her side and curled up against him, the hand she had resting on his chest moving down his stomach, stopping at his still-painful erection.

He winced a little, and she pushed her hand down the front, curled her fingers around the base, and began stroking him.

“Do you want me to go down on you?” she asked.

Every fiber of his being was screaming yes, but he forced himself to shake his head no. “It’s okay,” he said, attempting a smile. “This was the plan all along.”

“I know, but… it seems so mean now.”

His smile widened, becoming a little more genuine despite his discomfort. “It’s okay, I deserve it.”

She brushed her lips against his chest, then she sat up and moved down his body anyway, tugging the underwear down his hips.

“No, Willow.” If the boxers came off, he wasn’t going to be able to resist. “Really. Come here.”

His voice was strained even to his own ears, but she glanced uncertainly at his erection, then obediently came back up to lie beside him, seeming perfectly content when he wrapped an arm around her.

She was quiet for about half a minute, then she said, “I told you that you could do anything you wanted to me.”

“Mm hmm. And I did.”

“You only wanted to go down on me?”

“No, I only wanted to give you pleasure. I think I did…?” he trailed off, flashing her a teasing smile.

Fanning herself in an exaggerated manner, she grinned. “I’ll say.”

She curled up even closer, tangling one of her legs between his. They were quiet for a couple minutes, then Willow said, “Ethan?”

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you want to fuck me?”

He was just getting his cock under control and she had to go and say something like that. “I very much wanted to fuck you, Willow.”