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“She’s about to go on stage.”

About to go on stage? I don’t fucking think so. Fine, if she wants to keep dancing I’ll just buy out every one of her shows and sit in the audience alone for every single one of them.

Charles holds up his hand, and I stop what was going to be a tirade.

“I’ve already canceled the show but she doesn’t know it. I thought maybe you’d like to see her in action one last time.”

“One last time?” I ask.

He gives me a cocky smile and tilts his head to the side. “I’ve decided to release her from her contract. Her understudy can take over.”

I should feel guilty, but all I feel is relief. I can’t stomach the idea of her onstage every day in front of men who think about nothing but fucking what’s mine. I nod slightly and unclench my fists. “Thank you.”

“I’ve been where you’re at. I know what it’s like to have the one you want run from you.”

I make a move toward the stage, and Charles reaches out to stop me. “I’ll have them tell her the show is empty before she goes out because I wasn’t sure she’d be here today after what went down last night. She’ll think it’s just a rehearsal. She won’t see you because of the lights.” I nod my thanks but before I can go, he smiles at me. “A bit of advice. Use rope next time. Worked for me.”

He lets go of my arm, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s not a bad idea. Tying Tiffany up would definitely keep her right where I wanted her.

When I get to the empty theater, I close the door behind me and make my way down to the front. I sit a couple of rows back and in the middle so I can get the best view. After just a few moments of waiting, the curtains pull back, and the spotlight hits her.

My beautiful woman is illuminated onstage like a diamond goddess. The crystals on her bodysuit sparkle in the light and highlight her lush hourglass shape, exaggerating her curves. I’m hard as a rock and she hasn’t even started moving. She’s wearing four-inch heels, which make her ass look even more perfect, and as the music starts, she begins to move to the beat.

The music is simple at first with just the sound of fingers snapping. The beat flows into the song Fever by Peggy Lee, and my dick hardens. Tiffany starts to slowly swing her hips as Peggy sings about being on fire and needing to be held.

Tiffany flips her blonde waves over her shoulder and looks out to the audience of one, winking in my direction. I know she can’t see me from here, but it feels as if she’s dancing just for me. I feel her energy from the stage, and I rub my hand over my jean-covered cock as I watch her move across the stage. I remember the way she moved against me last night. She’s pure sex on the stage, and I’m thanking God that Charles released her from her contract. No way could I stand by and let her do this for anyone but me. If she wants to keep dancing, I’ll build her a fucking stage in our house.

She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I have to hold my chest to keep my heart from escaping. It goes without saying that I have to keep my tongue in my mouth because damn, my woman can move.

After the song ends, she comes to the front of the stage and bows her head. The spotlight goes out, and I stand, clapping and whistling as loud as any crowd of five hundred could.

She pops her head up and makes eye contact with me before looking around in confusion.

“Ethan? What are you doing here?”

I run up and jump on the stage like I did so easily last night. Only this time, instead of throwing her over my shoulder, I take her hand and pull her backstage to her dressing room. It’s not hard to find. I saw it yesterday when I tore through here. I pull her inside and lock the door behind us.

Looking around the room, I see dozens of vases of flowers, and I want to get mad, but I need to focus. “We need to talk, Bunny.”





7





Tiffany




He came for me.




Ethan pulls me over to my dressing room vanity, and with one sweep of his powerful arms he sends two vases of roses and most of my make-up crashing to the floor. Not missing a beat, he grabs the front of my costume, easily ripping it from my body. The thin material is no match for him.

He pushes me toward the vanity. I brace my hands on the counter as he comes up behind me. I see him reach down to his waist, and I hear the sound of his belt being undone. Suddenly, I feel his cock nudge me from behind as he slowly pushes inside me, up to the hilt. Once he’s inside me fully, he leans over my back, his big body engulfing me. I look up at the mirror and see his dark intense eyes locked on mine. His fierce expression sends a chill of desire down my spine.

One hand comes around and lies on top of mine as he locks our fingers together. The other hand brushes my hip, then slides over to my stomach, where he rubs me.

I try to push my ass back against him, wanting him to move, but he has me pinned in place, just holding himself inside me. I’m unable to wiggle even an inch because he has me held so securely, something that seems to be so easy for him.

“This isn’t you, and I don’t fucking like it, Foxy.” The name trips off his tongue with utter distaste. “No one knows you like I do, Bunny. We may have been apart for ten years, but if you’ve felt for me even a tenth of what I’ve felt for you over the years, then we were never really apart. You’ve been with me every second of every day.”

I just nod my head. It’s all I can manage to do with the knot that’s forming in my throat. He’s always been with me in everything I do.

“You hide behind your make-up and costumes, pretending to be someone else because, like me, you’re living in an empty home, keeping everyone at arm’s length. We’re not being ourselves because we can’t be ourselves. We’ve both had to be someone different because without each other we aren’t whole. The people we truly are aren’t really there unless we’re together.”

Tears roll down my cheeks as we stare at each other in the mirror, connected in the most intimate way. He’s right. I have no idea who I am without him, and I don’t care if that makes me sound weak. I don’t want to stand on my own two feet. I want to need him, and I want him to need me just as much.

Leaning in, Ethan places a soft kiss on my neck.

“Don’t cry, Bunny. We have no reason for tears anymore. I want to spend the rest of my life making you smile and giving you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted.” His voice is filled with so much certainty, I know he’ll make this happen for us.

“I’ve missed you so much. I swear, every day I was apart from you my love grew stronger and the hole inside me grew bigger,” I choke out, trying to stop the tears because he’s right. I don’t have anything to cry about. The only thing I’ve ever wanted in life is him.

“Now I’ll give us what we’ve been dreaming about.” His hand starts moving on my stomach again, slowly stroking as he starts to slide himself in and out of me. “Our own little family.”

My pussy clenches around his cock at his words, and I’m speechless.

“You’re not on anything, are you, Bunny? Your womb isn’t protected from me, is it?”

“No. I’ve never needed it,” I whisper. He should know that already after feeling the barrier of my virginity last night.

I watch as satisfaction crosses his face, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Do you know I waited for you too, Bunny? I’ve never so much as touched another woman. You’ve owned me since we were kids. Since the first time I saw you standing there in that little yellow sundress with hearts all over it and your sneakers covered in mud.”

“You remember.” I can’t believe he remembers the first time he ever saw me. We were so young, and it was so long ago.

“How do you think I’ve made it through all these years? I replay every moment we’ve ever had together over and over in my head. Just the memory of you was worth living for.”

“I love you so much, Ethan.”

“I love you too, Tiffany. No more running out or disappearing. You don’t go more than two feet from me without my knowing. You’ll never be apart from me ever again. I thought I died when I woke up this morning and you weren’t there. I thought that maybe I’d finally gone insane from missing you and had imagined the whole day.”

For a brief second I see the misery of the last ten years flash across his eyes.

“I’ll never leave you,” I promise him.

“You don’t really have a choice.” Ethan pushes back into me, his movements becoming faster. The hand on my stomach moves down between my legs, stroking my clit. The touch makes me moan out his name as pleasure spreads through my body.

Ethan whispers in my ear how much he’s missed me, that he’s spent years waiting for me, how much he loves me, and that he’ll never let me go. He pours out his love to me until we both scream out our orgasms and he fills me with his cum.

“It’s time to go home, Bunny. Tell this place goodbye.” He pulls his still-hard cock from me and tucks it away. “Next time I take you, it will be in our bed.”

I turn to look at him and cup his face in my hands. He leans down into me, pressing his lips to mine.