Page 59 of Perfect Pairing
Bracing himself on his palms over me, Ezra watched the space between us as he pulled all the way out and slammed back in with one forceful stroke that stole a cry from my lungs.
Ezra shifted his weight so he could grip my chin in one hand. “You tell me if it’s too much. I…fuck, Brie. I’m so gone for you, it’s not even funny, but I want this to be good for you too. Ineedthis to be good.”
“It’s already the best I’ve ever had,” I promised him.
“You’re ruining me,” he said as he began to move again, his thrusts steady but unhurried.
I thought it would take more, that I’d need him to take me hard and fast to get me there, but already, my insides wound, the pressure in my core increasing each time he buried himself to the hilt, his broad head stroking some deep spot only he’d ever been able to reach.
I angled my hips and met him thrust for thrust, anchoring myself to him with my legs around his middle and my nails gouging lines down his shoulders and back as I clung to him.
“More, Ez,” I breathed. I was so close, I thought I’d die if I didn’t get there immediately. My climax shimmered before me, almost within reach.
Knowing exactly what I needed, Ezra pressed his thumb to my clit, circling in time with the drive of his hips, and I shattered.
A scream tore from my throat, a sound I’d never heard myself make, as I came apart at the seams. My vision danced as I quaked in Ezra’s arms while he slammed recklessly into me, chasing his own release and prolonging mine. At last, he came with a roar, bowing his back and shouting my name at the ceiling, pulsing and spilling hot and long inside me.
I’d be damned if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.
He pulled free from me a beat later and sat back on his heels, my legs still draped over his thighs.
My lips and clit were swollen and sensitive, and I twitched as Ezra swiped a finger through my slit. Lifting it, he showed me our mingled desires then brought it to my mouth.
“Open up. Tell me how good we are together.”
I did as he asked, closing my lips around his finger and suckingit clean, swirling my tongue over the tip, calloused from years of wielding kitchen instruments.
I moaned around him as our combined releases exploded on my tongue.
I met his eyes as he pulled his finger free. “A perfect pairing.”
I woke in anunfamiliar place, wrapped around a warm body that was far too long and feminine to be my son. Some sort of floral freshener hung in the air and clung to the sheets, but it was the woman in my arms who stole my breath. I wanted to stay here forever, wrapped in her warmth and sugar and butter scent.
I blinked open my eyes, and the night before came flooding back.
Brie.
Sex.
Holy fuck, I hadsexwithBrie.
Before I could spiral too deep into my freak out, an insistent buzzing filled the room. The vibration of a phone.
Carefully extricating my limbs from Brie’s—no easy task when we were wound together on her narrow full mattress—I sifted through our discarded clothing on the floor until I came across my pants, and thus, my phone.
I stepped out of the room and quietly closed the door behind me.
“Dad?”
“Ezra!” he shouted, and I hissed at him to keep it down. “Where the fuck have you been? You didn’t call, didn’t text. Younever picked Hansen up from his play date, so his friend’s mom called me in a panic. I had to leave the jobsite to do it. What the fuck, kid?”
“Shit,” I said, scrubbing my hand over my face. “I’m so sorry. I was helping Brie with some bakery stuff and…the day got away from me,” I finished lamely.
There was no good way to spin this, nothing I could say that wouldn’t alert my dad to exactly whatmy boss’s youngest daughterand I had been up to last night.
My dad’s sigh of disappointment was audible. “I’m all for you having fun and blowing off some steam, Ez,” he said softly. “But really? Brie Delatou? I thought we talked about this. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“Clearly, I wasn’t,” I said with a wince. “Actually, I had been, just with the wrong head. Desire overrode sense.”
