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I massage the area and feel your body tremble more and more under me. You are soaking wet, and your lust is already running down your thighs. Your legs tremble, and your breathing is erratic—it’s driving you crazy that I’m torturing you like this and denying you your longed-for climax.

“Say it, Beauty, and I’ll give you everything you want. Every day. Every night. Always. Keep having your fake marriage for the world and your daughter, but admit that you’re mine!” My words are choppy as I fuck you harder and harder from behind.

When my thumb runs between your cheeks to stop at your tight anus, you moan hoarsely, and I push my thumb inside you. Fuck! My cock would feel so much better there, Beauty. But not today…

I fuck you with my thumb in your ass while my hardness penetrates deep into your wet pussy, and I enjoy the way you play with me with your inner muscles, driving me insane.

“Do you want to come on my cock?” I moan roughly and push myself into you again and again.

I’m so hard that I could come immediately, but I’m still holding back for you.

“Yes!” you whimper pleadingly and adjust to my movements.

“Are you going to let him fuck you again?” I ask again.

You moan loudly as I fuck you with the same intensity as the other day on my desk. You give yourself to me with half-closed eyelids, and I can see it on your face—I have you exactly where I want you. Fuck! Now you’re mine! I’ll have to kill him if he gets too close to you again, Beauty!

Chapter Forty-Five

This game is dangerous and unfair, yet everything inside me screams to give in because I know I only want him. At least when it comes to sex. But I’m not ready to end my marriage. However, Ezra hasn’t said a word about it. I want to agree with him and give him every promise he wants to hear as long as he gives me what I need.

I’m completely at his mercy; unfortunately, I enjoy this far too much. Ezra rules over me and my body in a way that literally intoxicates me. And yet he does nothing. I don’t want one hundred percent. Every thrust, bite, and slap is exactly what I want and need. What I long for.

Just as I’m about to open my mouth to agree, I see a light shining under my flickering eyelids. It’s only a moment later that I realize it’s the bedroom light in our house. Then I recognize Thomas and his standing at the window, looking over at us.

“Ezra! My husband!” I gasp in complete panic, squirming under him so he’ll get off me, and I can hide.

“He only sees your sexy ass, Beauty. Relax,” Ezra replies with amusement as he continues to take me so deliciously hard from behind and slaps my bottom so hard that I can’t help but moan again.

The panic in me doesn’t subside and completely replaces the excitement. I can’t do this! It’s bad enough that I’m cheating on my husband right next door, but I don’t have to take this dangerous game so far and push it to the limit that he might catch me in the act. That’s unfair to Thomas, and I don’t want to end my marriage like that. After all, I don’t want to end it at all. I think… Oh, damn!

“Ezra. Please, stop,” I whisper, as if my husband could hear us, still standing by the window, as if he could see what we’re doing here. Can he see us?

I keep my head down and try not to show my face. But I’m sure he would have stormed off in a rage long ago if he had recognized me.

Grumbling, Ezra lets go of me so I can crawl out of Thomas’s vision. My heart is pounding in my throat, and a knot forms in my chest, preventing me from breathing properly. I wrap the sheet around me and look at Ezra, who is drawing the curtains in front of his window, plunging the room completely into darkness.

“I have to go,” I whisper in a shaky voice, rising with wobbly legs to grab my clothes as quickly as possible.

When Thomas realizes I’m not there, he’ll quickly put one and one together as he’s probably clearly seen Ezra in action with a woman. Oh, God! What was I thinking?

My breathing quickens, and I threaten to hyperventilate as I get out of bed to get dressed. But I’m frozen and can’t move an inch. The fear that my husband might have seen us literally paralyzes me.

“Calm down, Beauty. He saw nothing. He turned away when I closed the curtain, and he realized I had just caught him peeping. If he’d recognized you, he’d probably be here already, wouldn’t he? So take it easy. Breathe,” he commands me in a gentle tone, stepping close to me to take my face in his rough, strong hands.

As soon as he touches me and I feel his closeness and warmth again, my pulse calms down, and my breathing becomes shallower again.

“Are you all right?” Ezra whispers against my lips before planting a delicate kiss on me.

I nod gently before releasing myself from his grip because I can’t stay here any longer. I put the sheet back on the bed and grab my clothes, which I quickly slip into. I have to change my wet panties as quickly as I can without attracting attention as soon as I get home.

“I have to go,” I repeat, not knowing how to say goodbye or what to say to him.

Just a few minutes ago, I wanted to promise him I only belong to him because I’m a pile of mush as soon as he touches me. I do things that I probably wouldn’t do in my right mind. Or would I? I don’t know. Right now, my head is empty and overflowing at the same time, and I can’t think about anything other than what I’m about to say to Thomas when I get home. I’m sure he’s still awake and has been looking for me.

“When will I see you again, Beauty?” Ezra asks me, clasping my face with his hands once more.

“I… I don’t know. I must go now, Ezra. My husband…” I stammer, break free from his grip, and walk backward away from him because I don’t want to go, yet I have to.

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