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The fact that I’m almost a foot taller than him makes him scowl as he reluctantly shakes my hand. I, on the other hand, grin broadly.

“What a surprise. But since you’re here, Ezra, it would be rude to uninvite you.” Even though he doesn’t say it directly, he makes it clear that he doesn’t want me here.

But if it’s up to me, I could do without him just as easily as he could do without me. So I leave it uncommented on and keep my friendly face while I get back to my task of layering the lasagna.

“Don’t be so rude, Dad. It’s nice to get to know the neighbors better,” June defends me, grinning broadly at me.

“I didn’t know you cared about our neighbors so much. Then surely we can invite Peter Jackson and his family over again? He asks about you often, and since the neighborhood seems so important to you…” he counters dryly and gives her a warning look.

June grimaces in disgust and shakes her head.

“You can’t compare the two, Dad. Peter is…”

“A nice and decent young man. That’s right. Who would love to date you. But unfortunately, you keep turning him down.”

I hold back my comment and turn to you instead, allowing father and daughter to have their discussion.

“The lasagna is almost ready. All that’s missing is the cheese, then it can go into the oven.”

You turn your angry gaze away from your husband and look at me. You also think his behavior is wrong, but you have too much class to let this argument, which he is trying to provoke, escalate in front of me—a guest. And that’s exactly why you’re perfect for me. You know how to deal with a raging man. You would always ground me, and I would never feel the need to freak out around you because, with your class and style, you wouldn’t even allow it.

“June, how about you go into the dining room with your dad? You could set the table, and your father could relax with a glass of wine and try to get his manners back.” You reprimand them both with a friendly smile, your tone carrying a subtle hint of admonishment that is almost imperceptible.

They both fall silent. Surprised, June bites her lower lip and gives you and me an apologetic look. On the other hand, Thomas looks at me like I’m the enemy. Normally, I’d back down and retreat, but this guy is practically begging me to punch him. I fight the urge and refuse to let his little joke get under my skin.

“One glass won’t be enough today. But maybe Ezra could keep me company and tell me how we came to have the honor of calling him our guest today, even though I was very clear, wasn’t I, Cora?” If he thinks I’m doing what he asks… he should know better. And he can’t keep himself from disrespecting you in front of a guest. What a jerk!

“Of course. As soon as I’ve given your wife a hand with the final preparations, I’ll happily answer your questions,” I replied amiably.

He narrows his eyes disapprovingly but gives in for the moment and goes to the next room armed with a bottle of wine and a glass while June follows him to set the table.

“That was… interesting,” I comment, turning to you with a grin as the two leave the kitchen and the swinging door closes.

You shake your head sternly as I approach you. But I don’t let that stop me. I stand close behind you to look over your shoulder as you neatly spread the cheese.

“You shouldn’t even be here, Ezra. This… screams trouble,” you whisper as you feel my hot breath on the back of your neck.

“Trouble? Why? I will behave. Apart from the fact that I fucked you here, and that’s why I’m still hard,” I murmur, pressing my erection against your tempting ass and nibbling the back of your neck, making you gasp softly.

You quickly look toward the door to see if anyone has seen us and step to the side so that I no longer touch you and you no longer feel my closeness. You shake your head sternly again and give me a warning look as you grab the dish and shove it into the oven.

“Don’t do that, Ezra. Please… you can’t,” you hiss, trying to sound angry but sounding more like you’re pleading, as if you’re not yet sure whether you want me to tease you a little and play with you.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, pushing you back against the cabinet next to the oven.

We’re now standing behind the door so we wouldn’t be seen immediately if someone entered the kitchen. I grab your hands and pin them to the cupboard above your head as I step so close to you that our bodies are almost touching everywhere. Just as I push my knee brashly between your thighs, putting pressure on your middle, you look at me with wide eyes, panting. Your cheeks are glowing, and your breath is coming in gasps.

“What’s wrong? You want me to fuck you here and now while your husband and daughter are in the next room and have no idea how wet you are because of me and how much you want me now? Is that what you want?” I murmur against your lips with a rakish grin before kissing you demandingly and slowly moving my knee back and forth so that you can rub against it.

A shiver runs through your body, and you stifle a moan. You forbid yourself from entering the kiss, even though we both know I’m right. You want me to pick up where I left off earlier.

“Show me how wet you are for me, Beauty,” I growl against your full lips, letting my hand wander under your dress.

“Ezra… don’t,” you gasp, biting your lower lip the next moment to stifle a moan as I run my hand gingerly over your wet panties.

“Mmm,” I mumble excitedly, nibbling on your lip as I trace your core and savor your wetness, which I can feel on my finger as you leak for me.

“Ezra… please,” you beg, looking at me with beautiful green eyes. How could I ever deny you?

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