The news that Ethan was my kept man spread like wildfire through the group chats.
By Tuesday night my phone was vibrating itself off the nightstand.
Sophia: You actually hired Ethan Hayes??
Chad: Saw him changing in the locker room junior year. You're gonna need ice packs.
Riley: Pics or it didn't happen.
I glanced toward the bathroom. Ethan was hand-washing my La Perla set in nothing but those damn gray shorts.
The thin fabric clung to his powerful thighs and did zero to hide the very obvious outline between them.
He felt my stare and glanced back. “Problem?”
I didn't answer. Just kept looking.
He finally realized where my eyes were, grabbed a lace thong and covered himself. “Brooke.”
I hopped off the counter and walked over, full sugar-daddy mode. “What? You're mine now. That means I can look, I can touch, I can use. If it doesn't work, I return it.”
His face went scarlet.
Then he seemed to decide something.
He hooked both thumbs in the waistband and started dragging the shorts down.
“Fine. You want proof it works? Look.”
My brain went blank. I froze, watching him slowly tug the fabric lower.
