Free Total Control by Desiree Wilder Page A

we’d had sex without a condom and as much as I loved it, I worried about Gia. I had to talk to her about it.
    When she came back I said , “Gia, I have to ask you because we’ve had sex twice now without a condom…” I hesitated, not knowing how to put it.
    “I can’t get pregnant anym ore, Ethan.” She got back to her cooking. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
    “I wasn’t necessarily worried about getting you pregnant.” I approached her and turned her to face me. “I was worried about you getting hurt again. I’m sorry.”
    She smiled. “I’ve accepted the fact that I won’t have children. I can live with that. It’s okay.”
    I hugged her. I didn’t know what to say so I just held her. She hugged me back and it felt nice to know even more about her.
    “Do you want children?” she asked so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.
    “No, not anymore, ” I said. “When I was younger I just assumed someday I would get married and have a family, but as I got older and never met anyone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I realized I probably wouldn’t have kids.”
    “Do you still wan t to get married?” Again, she was very quiet.
    “Yes , I do. I want to share my life with someone. I’m tired of being alone.”
    “You’re not alone any more,” she said and squeezed me.
     
    ***
     
    We sat at Gia’s table and shared a beautiful dinner. It had been a while since someone had cooked for me and it felt really nice. We sat long after we’d finished eating and talked about everything from food and wine to movies and decorating. We could really talk to each other. I loved watching her. She used her hands a lot, had great eye contact, and her facial expressions were absolutely adorable. She even listened intently as I talked and seemed genuinely interested in whatever I talked about. She was everything I’d ever wanted.

 

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    Gia
     
    As we sat and talked after dinner, I felt very close to Ethan. He knew so much about me and yet there he was, still beside me, wanting to be with me. I loved sitting and talking with him. He was smart, interesting, and great at telling stories. I could listen to him all day and never tire of his sexy voice and undivided attention. I was really going to miss him.
    We had a rare pause so I started to clean up the kitchen. Ethan immediately pitched in and started filling the sink. He washed as I dried. I couldn’t stop watching his hands. They were covered in suds, carefully cleaning each item as he pulled them out of the hot water. I imagined them washing me, holding me, and pleasing me. I think I’m turning into a nympho.
    I twisted up the towel and snapped it on his ass.
    He jumped. “Hey!” It startled the shit out of him and I laughed my ass off.
    “Oh, you think that’s funny?” He came after me. I screamed and ran around the table. I couldn’t stop laughing.
    “I’m sorry…” I barely got the words out because I was so tickled. I was holding my hand up as if to say, “Just give me a minute to compose myself.”
    “You don’t look like you’re sorry. You look like you’re scared ,” Ethan teased as he started coming around the table for me.
    “No. I am sorry. I’m really, really sorry.” I giggled as I tried to get away before he caught me.
    “Really?” he teased.
    “Really!” I said as he just about had me. I gasped, “Look!” and pointed to the corner.
    He whipped around to see what it was and I regained my safe distance.
    I laughed even harder. “I can’t believe you fell for that! It’s the oldest trick in the book!”
    “Okay, you got me,” he sounded defeated. “All I was going to do when I caught you was kiss you, softly, sweetly, and whisper in your ear how much you turn me on.” He started slowly back to the sink to finish his dishwashing duties.
    “Aww, baby, I’m sorry.” I went to him and he kissed me softly, sweetly, and as he went to my ear, I smiled with