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“Good,” is all he says before his hips move faster. He brings me to the breaking point, then stops, chuckles in my ear, and does it all over again.

And then, I finally come once more. And this time, I’m unable to move. My body is so exhausted and happy that I could literally pass out right now. He comes right after me and pulls out, stepping back. Making sure to keep a hold of me, he reaches behind me, and then I feel something cold on my vagina. He wipes me clean with a wet cloth and then drops it before he lifts me.

“You so better not have used my dishcloth for that,” I grumble.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“I can buy my own.” I feel him chuckle as I rest my head on his shoulder while he carries me to the bedroom.

When we enter, he doesn’t bother turning on the light. He simply lays me down and climbs in right behind me, grabbing my leg and draping it over his thigh. And before I can even protest that I told him he can’t sleep here, he kisses my shoulder and slides straight back into me. I gasp and arch back against him.

“Oh, kitten. How much your cunt loves my cock is amazing.” Ezra moves slower this time, so slow that it’s absolute, pleasurable torture.

“You have a foul mouth,” I whisper.

“You love my mouth.”

I do. I really, really do.

His tempo is smooth and perfect. Ezra keeps that rhythm until I reach behind me and grip him. He gets the hint and moves faster. I gasp when I feel it hit me. All at once, my orgasm rips through me like a damn freight train.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out. Then he pushes in deeper a few more times before he pulls out, and I feel stickiness all over my ass.

“Did you just come on my ass?”

“Yes. Now we have to shower.”

“My pussy will be sore. Not sure if I can handle fucking in there too,” I comment, climbing off the bed. When I look back, Ezra’s watching me, his cock still semi-hard, as I make my way to the bathroom. “You stay there. You can shower after I’m done.” I glance over my shoulder to find him giving me that smirk before I crank my shower on and get in.

I clean myself up and wrap a towel around myself. When I’m done, I walk back out to find him passed out in my bed. His cock still has evidence of me on it. Removing my towel, I wipe him down. His eyes flutter before he reaches up and pulls me to him. He hugs me, and a soft snore leaves his throat just as I open my mouth to wake him, so I can tell him to let me go—because he needs to go.

I try to push away, but his arms are banded tightly around me. Giving up, I lay my head on his chest, the towel separating us, and wonder what could become of him and me.

When really, I know better.

I fall asleep.

And I dream of him.

Chapter Fourteen

EZRA

She’s gone when I wake.

Piper slept on top of me all night. I know because, at one stage, I woke up wondering why I had a raging hard-on, and it was because it knew she was right there. I didn’t want to move because her soft snores were way too cute to wake her. At some point, she rolled off, and now she’s gone.

Standing, I find a note on the table next to the bed.

Thanks for the sex. Show yourself out, and don’t come back.

I want to laugh. Show myself out. I look around to find that she is somewhat of a neat freak. I wonder if when she comes into my shop, she finds it annoying that tools and shit are scattered everywhere.

Going straight for the shower, I wash and then find my clothes folded up on the kitchen counter. After dressing, I open Piper’s pantry and see everything in order and labeled. Looking in the refrigerator, I find the same.

Grabbing the bacon and eggs, I locate the frying pan just as the front door opens.

“Why are you still here?” Piper asks, walking in with a coffee. Her gaze falls to what’s in my hand. “Are you cooking with my stuff?”

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