Ethan closed the apartment door behind him, the noise of the city fading into the peace and quiet of their shared loft. Mirabel was still at her evening class, leaving the space empty and inviting. He’d meant to tidy her room, but the open notebook on her bed caught his eye.
He knew it was her diary and he knew he shouldn’t have opened it, yet he couldn’t resist the urge to take a peek and when he did, the first line he read pulled him in completely: “I want Ethan to take me, to own every inch of me the way I dream about every night.”
He read on, heart racing. Page after page detailed her fantasies. His hands pinning her wrists, his mouth between her thighs, his voice commanding her pleasure while she submitted completely. She described him as possessive, daring, exactly the way he secr
