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“I’ll be there,” I breathe tremulously, already so aroused again, just at the thought of what he’ll do to me tomorrow.

“Good girl,” he replies in a vibrating voice before planting another possessive kiss on me and disappearing the next second.

Panting and with a pounding heart, I try to catch my breath as I straighten my clothes so that I can go back to my hopefully sleeping husband to count the minutes until tomorrow night.

Chapter Fifty-Six

Iwas lost in my thoughts all day, barely aware of anything around me, consumed by the anticipation of tonight.

I told Kelly that I would have to take her up on her offer of an alibi again today. She agreed, but only if I told her everything in detail afterward. What else…

As Ezra asked me to, I parked my car at his club and waited for him. I’m a little early because I couldn’t wait any longer.

I know I shouldn’t be so thrilled and excited about this. I should play it cool, be more laid back. After all, I’m married and older, and this can never be more than a fleeting affair. But no matter how hard I try to stay calm or focus on not getting so nervous, as soon as Ezra is near me, all my logic vanishes, and I feel as young and alive as ever.

I can do anything with him and be whoever I want because he lets me. It’s beautiful with him, and even though I know I shouldn’t be doing this under any circumstances, I’m sure I’m falling in love with Ezra right now. God! What am I thinking?

I quickly shake my head to dispel these crazy thoughts. When the door to his club finally opens, and Ezra comes out with two young guys, my mind goes blank, and all I can see is him. He talks to them for a moment. He’s beaming all over his face and seems completely in his element. It’s nice to see how enthusiastic he is about his work.

I can't help but let my eyes linger on him. It's not my fault he’s chosen not to wear a t-shirt today, opting instead for another white shirt that looks absolutely fantastic on him. I smile when I notice he’s rolled up his sleeves neatly—anything else just wouldn’t suit him. He’s paired the shirt with dark jeans and boots, which also makes me smile.

He shakes hands with both men before turning away with a wave and walking toward my car. He approaches me with an upright posture and an almost sauntering gait, not taking his eyes off me for a second. The nervous tingling intensifies, and it feels like hundreds of butterflies are doing loops in my stomach. This feeling is strange and exciting all in one.

My mouth almost dries up like I’ve forgotten to breathe and swallow. I just stare at him with my mouth open as he calmly walks over to me and then opens my car door.

“Good evening, Mrs. Shepherd. What a pleasure that you could make it,” he greets me charmingly.

I swallow hard, unable to make a sound as his manner and commanding presence captivate me completely. Damn it, pull yourself together, Cora, I scold myself, even though I know it's pointless. Ezra just has this effect on me—I'm putty in his hands.

“Hello, Ezra,” I croak after a moment because I have to say something.

The corner of his mouth twitches up, so damn sexy and cute at the same time because we both know I’m lost. His smile widens as he holds his hand out, showing that I should get out. I immediately follow his silent invitation, grab his hand, and slide out of my car.

We stand close together until he leans toward me, placing one hand on my cheek and the other on the car’s roof. Everything inside me tingles, and it’s only because he’s touching and close to me again.

“You look handsome,” I whisper in a weak voice, making the corner of his mouth twitch again as he softly kisses me.

“Says the one who always takes my breath away with the sight of her,” he whispers and plants another kiss on me, only this time more intense than gentle.

My heart is pounding in my throat, and I feel like a teenager on her first date with her crush. Even if I’m being completely ridiculous, I choose to ignore it and savor every moment I have left with Ezra.

Despite my desire to stay close, I reluctantly pull away from his kiss when it becomes more insistent. We’re still outside his club, and there’s a risk someone might see us.

“What do you have planned?” I asked him breathlessly, looking up at him.

Ezra is still standing close in front of me but now has both hands on the car’s roof and is looking down at me. A soft smirk graces his lips, which I want to give in to immediately.

“Get in and find out,” he replies with a grin and nods to the passenger side.

But before I can get moving, he steals a quick and stormy kiss from me before letting go of me completely. And Ezra wouldn’t be Ezra if he didn’t follow me, hold the car door open for me, and close it again after I got in. I can’t help but smile at his good manners, which are, unfortunately, very rare among men these days.

“Where did that come from?” I asked him when he had also gotten in and started the engine. “Your good manners?” I complete the sentence as he looks at me with a furrowed brow.

Ezra shrugs as he steers the car onto the road and merges into the slight traffic.

“My dad was strict and put a lot of emphasis on manners and impeccable behavior. He said that if a man doesn’t know how to treat a woman, he’s not a real man.”

“Your father must have done well with the ladies,” I joke.

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