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I want to say something in response to his inappropriate comment. I want to make it clear to him he will never see me naked again and that nothing will ever happen between us. My index finger is already raised in warning. But Ezra doesn’t let me protest that far and pulls me to his soft lips without me being able to react.

“Ezra,” I gasp, and I’m not sure if I’m begging him to continue or to stop.

“We’re alone. No one will ask questions when you get home later, and now please shut up, turn your head off and finally allow me to fuck you. I want to hear you moan my name, Beauty, when I’m going to fuck you sore all over my club,” Ezra growls against my lips as his hand grips my chin and he thrusts his tongue possessively into my mouth.

Can I convince myself that I really tried to resist him? Probably not, but fuck it! I can’t take it anymore. His words…he says precisely what I need to hear. He desires me, wants me, and I need to feel that. For years, I’ve yearned to be desired, to be seen. And why should I feel guilty? I have done everything for my family and will continue to do so. But now… this is for me. I want his rough fingers on my body and the way he strokes my skin, setting every cell on fire with just a tiny touch.

I want you, Ezra King. Now!

Chapter Thirty-Six

Finally!

You wrap your arms around my neck and press against me, pleading and demanding, finally giving in. God, Beauty, I’m almost overwhelmed imagining all the things I can do to you and all the places I can fuck you here.

I want you everywhere. I want to hear your hot moans echoing off the walls and lose myself entirely in your heavenly tightness and lust-filled eyes.

Impatiently, I push you back against the nearest locker to continue kissing you out of your mind until we can’t breathe.

You’re already grabbing the waistband of my training pants, but I want to enjoy you, and I definitely don’t want this to turn into a cheap quickie in the changing room. You won’t be able to stop screaming and moaning, baby. And you’ll come again and again just for me.

So I grab your hands and pin them against the locker with mine above your head. I let our fingers intertwine as I kiss my way down your neck and push my knee roughly between your legs, making you gasp again. But when my fingers touch your gigantic wedding ring, you flinch as if I’ve slapped you across the face before you tense up completely. No. No! No! No! NO! Don’t do this to me, baby! I must have you! NOW!

Breathless and in agony, I break away from you and release you. Jaw-grinding, I stand close in front of you and stare at your ring, which you twist on your finger like you always do when you’re nervous, and I know I’ve lost to that asshole again.

Fuck! I’m going to lose it if I can’t have you today! I can’t let you go back to that motherfucker without the assurance that I can give you everything you need. I know there’s a chance for us. Baby, don’t let me lose my last shred of hope!

You stand in front of me, staring at that damned ring with its countless studs, just like I am. You turn it back and forth, making the diamonds sparkle, and all I can think about is ripping it off your finger and hurling it far away. It’s a constant reminder that you’re not mine—that this white gold circle is like a brand, marking you as someone else’s.

You lift your head and meet my eyes. I look down at your finger again and know I’ve lost. I take your face between my hands to give you an innocent kiss on the forehead. That’s all I’m capable of because if I touch your fucking sinful lips again, I’ll throw this all away and take you right here and now.

I want to pull away from you, giving you the chance to leave, because now that you’ve reminded yourself of your supposedly happy marriage, that’s probably what you want to do. But unexpectedly, I watch you slowly slip your wedding ring off your finger and drop it into the open gym bag next to us.

I look at you, my brow furrowed, unsure of what this means. But when a sexy smile graces your full lips, and not a second later, you pull me close and start kissing me; I know that this has only just begun. Fuck, Beauty, you’re perfect!

Chapter Thirty-Seven

For the first time in ages, I feel truly free. It's like a drowning woman who surfaces just before she would have suffocated, taking in that first powerful breath of air. This heavy burden that has kept me submerged for so long seems to have finally lifted, allowing me to breathe again. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve removed my wedding ring on my own accord or for Ezra’s sake, but right now, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is my freedom.

So I decide to stop thinking. I want to be with Ezra right now, and I want him to make me feel alive. I have forbidden myself to react to Ezra and his incredibly tender touch for far too long. But now I will stop torturing myself, enjoy everything, and I won’t feel guilty about it. Because something that feels so damn good and right, like feeling his lips on mine at this moment, can’t possibly be wrong, and if it is… If I will burn in hell for it, so be it. If Ezra can keep me company, I’ll gladly spend my damnation with him in purgatory.

Our kiss becomes more urgent, and he presses me against the locker as before, taking even more possession of me and my body. One excited gasp after another escapes me between our kisses, and I slowly run my fingers under his shirt to feel his pronounced abs twitch under my fingers.

“Fuck, Beauty! I want you so bad!” Ezra gasps before he rips open my white blouse with a dark growl, sending buttons flying and scattering across the floor around us.

A shiver runs through my body, and I have to strip him of these layers and pull his shirt up, exposing more of his tanned skin and scattered tattoos.

Ezra grabs the back of his neck, pulls his shirt over his head, and throws it carelessly to the floor before his lips greedily meet my mouth again. His fingers run calmly over my shoulders and slip my blouse off my arms until this piece of fabric is also at our feet.

As his thumb moves over my see-through lace bra and rubs over my nipple, I moan softly into his mouth and arch myself toward his hand. My fingers run devoutly over his well-trained body’s many muscles that I can feel working and twitching under my fingertips.

Breathless, I look at him as he breaks away from my lips. His amber eyes look at me, and I can’t express how he makes me feel.

“You’re so stunning, Beauty,” he murmurs before his gossamer-soft lips again meet my chin and travel further down my neck.

Moaning, I let my head fall back and enjoy his lips on my heated skin and his gentle touches. At some point, his hands move to my back and skillfully undo my bra. As he slips it off with his teeth, a wave of pleasure runs through my body and gathers between my legs, setting everything on fire.

His lips meet my erect nipples, and an excited sound escapes his throat, making my knees weak. I arch toward him and silently beg for more. Please, give me more!

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