Ethan lay upon a black leather couch. Nothing covered him except a pair of baby blue Calvin Klein briefs hugging tightly to his body. Ethan set his eyes on me, and I felt a twinge shoot through my body. “What do you want me to do for you, sir?”

I gasped lightly, glancing at my door. I found solace at the locked door and lack of sound. My parents were fast asleep down the hall.

My eyes returned to Ethan, who proceeded to run his hand down his sculpted chest, his washboard abs, sliding his fingers past the elastic band of his briefs. A sound escaped from my mouth, leaving me in a state of slow shallow breaths.

I braced myself for what would happen next.