The rest of the afternoon dragged like torture for Ethan.Every time he looked at Mia, he remembered how she had felt wrapped around him — tight, wet, perfect. The memory of coming inside her, the way she had moaned his name, the way her body had clenched and milked him, refused to leave his head. He tried to stay busy helping Jake with small chores around the house, but his body was still buzzing, still half-hard every time she walked past in those tiny shorts and crop top.Mia, on the other hand, moved through the house with quiet confidence. She helped with dinner prep, laughed at Jake’s jokes, and acted completely normal. But every time Jake wasn’t looking, her eyes found Ethan’s, and that small, knowing smile appeared again.By evening, Jake had gone to his room to call Lila, leaving the downstairs mostly quiet.Ethan was in the laundry room folding clothes when Mia slipped in behind him and closed the door.He turned sharply. “Mia — what are you doing? Jake is right upstairs.”S
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