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As I push my fingers inside me, I can’t help but moan softly, which Ezra immediately swallows with a greedy kiss, probably so that I don’t get the idea of stopping. But I can’t do that now either way. No matter what happens, I have to come for him first.

As he instructed, I pulled my wet fingers back out of me to show him the moisture clinging to them. Immediately, Ezra grabs my wrist and guides my fingers to his mouth. As he slips them between his lips, he makes a sound so dark that it makes me whimper and silently beg him to come right now.

I watch him with complete fascination as he licks my fingers with relish, his eyes closed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more erotic than this man. As he slowly releases my fingers from his mouth, I am met with his blazing gaze, which makes me swallow dryly and only fuels the fire inside me that burns just for him.

“Fuck you like I would, and then… come for me, Beauty. And if you scream the whole place down, I don’t care! I want to hear you!” he growls excitedly before grabbing my other hand, placing it on his big bulge, and moving up and down over the fabric of his jeans with pressure.

One deep, sexy growl after another escapes him as a result while I slide two fingers inside me again to finally come for him. Everything inside me is twitching so violently that I struggle to hold back my moans.

I thrust my fingers into myself faster and faster, the ball of my hand rubbing my clitoris, while Ezra continues to move my other hand vigorously over his erection.

“Can you feel that? How he pulsates because of you? How he screams for your sweet pussy? Fuck, Beauty. I’d love to bend you over the table in front of the entire restaurant and fuck you so hard that you can’t stop screaming! Come for me, baby! Loudly!” he moans and then bites my neck, pressing himself against my hand, and I can feel the heavy throbbing.

I want to feel him inside me so badly that just the thought of him making his words come true and taking me from behind here and now, bent over the table, makes me come explosively. A loud gasp escapes me, and I stop by digging my teeth into my lower lip.

“Fuck, I want you, baby! Fuck dessert! I want to fuck you in your backseat now. Deep. Hard. And you better scream for me. I’ll make you,” he growls before he bites my neck again, which makes me whimper once more.

Breathless and weak-kneed, I rise to my feet. Ezra throws a far too generous wad of money, which must be at least double the actual bill, onto the table before pushing me out of the restaurant. Once outside, he immediately pulls me back to his lips and starts kissing me greedily while his hands wander around, fanning the heat inside me even more.

“How can you be this hot?” he murmurs between kisses, maneuvering me backward across the parking lot to my car.

Our hands are all over each other, and I can hardly wait until we have finally disappeared into my car so that I can feel him inside me again.

Breathing heavily, he detaches himself from me and clasps my face with his hands while he looks so deeply into my eyes that I could lose myself in this familiar and loving mix of amber and gold.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my lips, moving to kiss me again.

“Ezra? Ezra King?” A woman’s voice I don’t recognize suddenly interrupts him.

He immediately lets go of me and quickly turns, allowing me to glimpse her. It’s a young, blonde woman about his age, sloppily dressed… She looks a bit worn out, with deep dark circles under her eyes and ashen skin. My God, what has happened to you, young thing…?

At first, I thought it might be one of his exes, which made me swallow uneasily, but when her expression turned downright panicky, and her eyes widened in disbelief, it no longer fit my assumption.

“W-what? How? H-how the hell can you be here?” Her initial stuttering turns into angry shouting.

“Calm down now, Jenny,” he reprimands her with a strange tone I’ve never heard him use before.

“Ezra? Who’s that?” I ask him uncertainly because I don’t understand what’s happening.

“Just an old friend. Why don’t you get in the car? I need to sort something out,” Ezra answers me, and his voice now sounds the way I know it. Warm and calm.

His expression remains hard, however, and shows how undesirable this meeting is.

“Y-you… How can you be free?” she stutters, looking at him as if she’s seen a ghost.

He steps close to her and murmurs something I can’t make out, then gives me his trademark smile and winks at me again before pushing her slightly so she moves around the side of the car and they can sort out whatever this is between them.

I have no idea what’s happening here, but it’s far from normal. I’ve never seen Ezra act this way or heard such suppressed anger in his words. I want to understand what happened between the two of them, especially since it clearly didn’t end well. What bothers me most is the panicked look in her blue eyes when she recognizes him and the strange way she phrases her words. What happened between you two?

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUCK!

With quick but not too angry steps, I drag Jenny further around the corner and back toward the restaurant so you can’t see us. I push her roughly against the wall and trap her between me and the wall.

“I think we have some things to clear up, Jenny,” I growl.

Fuck, and how angry I am! That little bitch, aka my ex’s best friend, almost blew my cover in front of you. But you must never find out about my dark past. Never! I’ll make sure of that…

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