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Ezra just gives me a rakish grin in response but doesn’t answer. As I don’t want to be rude or too nosy, I leave it at that and don’t probe any further. After all, I know about their not-so-easy relationship back in his youth. Ezra doesn’t want to talk about it, but I accept that. Instead, I keep my eyes on the road, trying to guess where he’s taking us. We drive out of the city.

Lost in thought, I look out the window when I suddenly feel his hand on my thigh. Ezra pushes my dress up a little to touch my bare skin before simply letting his large hand rest on my leg. My gaze wanders to him, but he only focuses on the road. It feels good that he needs my closeness as much as I need his.

“June wants to come over tomorrow and show me her first drafts. Is that okay with you?” he interrupts the comfortable silence at some point.

I look at him with irritation.

“Why shouldn’t it be okay with me? You offered her this job, and I’m very grateful because it means a lot to her,” I reply.

Ezra gives me a quick sideways glance before looking back at the road.

“I know. That’s why I offered it to her… And because I need someone to help me. Unfortunately, the lady of my heart can’t help me, but as you know, you can’t have everything,” he jokes, making me smile. “I thought you might not like it, as you didn’t seem too keen on her coming to my place last time either. I just wanted to ask if it was okay with you. That’s all,” he replies, squeezing my thigh lightly at the end, which gives me a pleasant shiver as his words make my heart beat faster.

I’m always impressed by how sensitive and attentive Ezra is. I’ve never experienced that before, and it feels unusual, but also, it’s very nice, as it shows that he sees and is serious about me.

“Thank you,” is all I say in response. But I know he knows what I mean.

He grabs my hand with a sincere smile and kisses the back of it before intertwining our hands in my lap. The familiar tingling sensation that always hits me when Ezra is near rushes through my body again, but it’s even more intense now. I realize how my feelings and desire for him are getting stronger and stronger. I can hardly think straight because my entire body craves his touch. It's as if my hormones are in control, with a wild thought taking root in my mind that I just can't shake. So instead of fighting it, I surrender to my crazy idea. Fuck it!

I undo my seatbelt, which my car immediately acknowledges with a warning beep, drawing Ezra’s attention. He turns his head toward me and looks at me questioningly.

“What are you doing, Beauty?” he asks me with a mischievous grin as I lean further toward him.

When my hands finally reach his belt, and I undo it, his grin widens a little more.

“I think I have some making up to do since I came without your permission the other day,” I reply.

“That’s right. Be a good girl and make it up to me,” he grumbles, helping me pull his pants down a little as he continues to focus on the road.

I reach into his pants and boxers to find that he is once again ready for me. Ezra is so full of passion and desire that he can do it anytime and anywhere, and that excites me so much. Frantically, I lick my lips because I’ve never done what I’m about to do here before, but I want to do it. I want to drive him crazy at least once like he always does to me. So I lean over a little more until my lips are hovering over his soft tip, my hot breath already making his length twitch in my hand.

When I lower my lips to him, he lets out a rough groan and immediately reaches a hand into my curls, which I’ve left down for him today. I feel him wrap my mane around his hand so that he can control me and my actions. And even though I intended on keeping control of him for once, it excites me that Ezra still dominates this.

My tongue licks over his tip, causing him to let out a hiss of air, and his grip tightens in my hair for a moment.

“Fuck, Beauty! You’re driving me crazy!” he growls and pushes his pelvis toward me, begging me to finally take him in my mouth.

So he doesn’t have complete control over this game after all. A subtle smirk spreads across my lips before I kiss his length delicately, causing his cock to pulsate violently as Ezra moans. I decide to take this game further and drive him even more out of his mind.

My tongue licks over his entire hardness, but I still haven’t taken him in my mouth. Ezra keeps panting and moaning in frustration, thrusting his pelvis toward me as his grip on my hair tightens, but I still don’t let him get the better of me.

“Beauty,” Ezra growls so darkly yet sexily that I look up at him with an innocent twinkle, unable to understand what’s upset him so much. “Oh, you little minx, believe me, you’ll get that back later. So go on with your little game. I’m going to enjoy getting back at you.” His voice is raspy, and I can hear that he’s not as relaxed as he’s acting right now.

Ezra is on the verge of losing his patience with me, yet he lets me have my way. It’s a game, and he thinks he’ll win it later when it’s his turn. Curiosity, like excitement, takes hold of me and makes me sigh at his words. And even though I’m playing so hard with his control, he stays focused as he continues to drive us to our destination.

Since I don’t know how much longer we’ll be driving and want to give him some relief before we get there, I decide that I’ve had enough of driving him crazy. So I grasp his length and jerk him off lightly as I put my lips over his tip.

“Fuck!” Ezra moans harshly as he pushes himself deeper into my mouth, and his grip on my curls increases.

His taste intoxicates me, and I like the way he reacts to me and my actions, so I quickly take him into my mouth, which only makes him moan even deeper. My core is already on fire the more I suck on him.

I taste the first salty drops, and the desire for him to come in my mouth grows ever greater. So I increase the pressure, moved my head faster and faster, and adjust my hand movements to make him even crazier. I want to make him come. Please come for me now, I beg him in my mind as I suck on his cock more and more greedily.

“God!” he gasps, and in the next second, he spills himself onto my tongue as he pushes himself deep into my throat.

I gag slightly but still swallow everything he gives me and then free his length from his juice before I let it escape between my lips, sit upright again, and buckle. I carefully wipe my makeup-stained lips and check my appearance in the small mirror in the sun visor to see if anything is smudged.

“Fuck, Beauty… that was… wow!” Ezra replies, still slightly breathless, as he redresses with one hand.

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