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I avert my attention from my odd-looking self to him. With narrowed eyes, I silently promise him:the war is on.
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Ezra
What on earth made me think it was a good idea to play this dangerous game? I could barely pull away. Barely. And even right now, I’m still hanging by a thread. I even grabbed an apple to make my hands busy. Fidgeting with a fruit and pretending like everything is fine seems to be like the way to go. My dick might not agree with me though. I don’t remember being so fucking hard it’s painful. And I don’t think it will be going away on its own—I need a few minutes in a shower. Alone.
Whom am I lying to? One minute is more than enough right now. If Maeve didn’t have her hands tied behind her back and just touched it, it would have exploded, ending my life prematurely from embarrassment.
Speaking of tied hands, I move my eyes from her red face to her legs. They’re spread wide. She’s trying to free herselffrom my tie, but I know she won’t do it on her own. My knots can be tough.
“Ezra,” she growls like a little wild animal. “Take them off.”
I take a bite of the apple and start chewing, ignoring her request.
“Ezra,” she repeats, her voice getting angrier.
“Yes?”
“Untie me. Or else.”
“Or what?” I’m holding off smiling as much as I can, but I can barely breathe at this point. She looks adorable when she’s angry. Just like when she tried cracking the coconuts. Minus the ties. I like her in them.
“Or you’ll have to sleep with one eye open.”
That makes me laugh. Doubling over, I start laughing, imagining her vicious attempts to hurt me. I don’t remember when I’ve laughed like that. Maybe only when I was a kid and could afford to be so open and free.
“Ezra!” she calls out quieter, the fight leaving her voice. Her face pales a little. “Let me go.”
There’s always a point where one should stop with this game. Especially when she hasn’t consented in the first place. I drop the apple on the table and walk to her. Slowly because I’m really enjoying the view.
When I’m next to her, she makes a move to jump off the counter, but I quickly stop her with my hand on her waist. “Wait. I’ll do it like that.”
“Like what?” she asks, licking her lips. Is she still turned on? She might be because I am. And I wasn’t the one who didn’t even feel the tie around her wrists until it was too late.
“Like that. On the counter. It’s easier for me,” I explain. My voice is too husky for my liking.
“Oh, okay,” she says breathily. Her mouth is slightly open.
“Here.” I grab her waist with both my hands and pull her closer to me. “It’s easier.”
“Yeah.” A breathless word.
I put my arms around her and peer over her shoulders to admire my knot and start working on the tie. I can do it easily in two seconds, but the faster I do it, the faster I stop touching her. So I prolong my pleasure.
When the tie is off, she rubs a hand over the opposite wrist.
I feel like an asshole. Did I tie it too tight? I certainly was excited, so that’s a possibility.
“Let me see.” I carefully take her hand in mine and bring it closer to my eyes for inspection.
“It’s okay,” she sighs.
I’m checking her wrists and don’t know when I step too close. I notice it only when her thighs come to either side of me, caging me in. She’s so warm. So soft. And she smells fucking divine. Like sins and promises. No harm will be done if I just take a closer sniff.
I bring my face closer to hers.
“You okay?” I ask, not knowing how else to justify me being all over her.
