#Chapter 17: The Hotel Room

Swallowing thickly, I shook my head to deny it. Ethan lowered his head slightly so that we were looking eye-to-eye, his expression laden with suggestions. He smirked and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him. I allowed him to move my body where he wished. After placing the condom back on the nightstand, he ran his thumbs over my knuckles while having me step to the spot between his spread knees. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush at him so that he rested his chin on my abdomen and looked up at me. My hands rested on his shoulders while he spoke. “Now that your identity is semi-public now,” He tilted his head with a small mischievous smile, “You’ll need to carry my scent to avoid people getting suspicious of our relationship.” He urged me forward, grabbing and lifting my legs to rest on either side of his hips. Lowering me so that I was straddling his lap. I squeaked at how effortlessly he manhandled me. I tried to shuffle myself