Pleasure

Elizabeth’s POV

Oh, it feels like paradise.

Grinning widely, I close my eyes, convinced that anyone who touches this bed will fall asleep instantly.

No doubt about it! Or so I think.

As I start to drift off, I feel something slide around my waist. My brows furrow in confusion. It feels like a hand. A large, possessive hand.

Slowly, I open my eyes.

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Ethan’s POV

As I slip my hand around Spitfire's waist from behind, she swiftly turns to face me.

Even in the dimly lit room, I can see her brows furrow with confusion.

"What's going on?" she asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Exactly what's going on, baby," I reply, keeping my hand draped around her waist as I stroke her back.

She gazes at me, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"I'm in bed with my fiancée—"

"I'm. Not. Your fiancée!"

Oh, but you are, my dear.

"It's fake. We need to act like it's—" Before she can finish her sentence, I capture her lips with mine, silencing her words.

"Hmmm," Spitfire moans softly, and I can't help but g