This was the first time they'd done something like this since that blowup back in Yorland.
With nothing holding him back tonight, Ethan Laurent was completely unrestrained; once he started, he had no intention of stopping.
Summer Ford didn't know if her mood matched his, but tonight she actually didn't pass out from exhaustion like she usually did, nor did she beg for mercy beneath him.
All night long, she actually kept meeting him, matching him.
The room was a total mess of lust and chaos.
Until dawn, when light slipped in through the heavy, tightly drawn curtains.
Summer Ford was leaning in Ethan Laurent's arms, her head resting in the crook of his arm, so tired her eyelids didn't even want to twitch.
Ethan lowered his eyes and watched her quietly like this, the corners of his lips faintly raised, his expression completely satisfied.
He got up, grabbed a bathrobe and casually draped it over himself, then stood, taking his phone out to the balcony to call the butler.
