I leave the door unlocked and wear nothing under my sleep shirt.

At 1:37 a.m. the door opens without a sound. Ethan steps inside, closes it, and locks it this time. The click is soft but final. He walks to the bed in the dark, pulls the covers back, and climbs in behind me. His hand slides under my shirt and finds bare skin immediately.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “No panties.”

He doesn’t undress me. He just pushes the shirt up to my waist, lifts my top leg, and sinks into me from behind in one slow, deep thrust. I am already wet. I have been wet since dinner, thinking...