Page 44 of Rousing Renee

Safety. That wouldn’t work, though.

“I don’t know.”

“That could be your problem. You don’t know his place.”

The more I thought about it, the less adequate I felt as his submissive. We hadn’t declared any of that official, but if I was his, I expected that to be on all levels. Or maybe I was overthinking it.

“I do. I need to figure out how to apply it to a name for him.” I guess me and the dictionary needed to get better acquainted.

“Hello, ladies.”

I heard the voice behind me, and immediately I wanted to jump into his arms. It had only been two and a half days, but it felt like an eternity.

“Hello, Master EJ. I guess I should leave the two of you alone.” Elara started gathering her things to leave.

“No, I got back earlier than expected. I wasn’t trying to disturb your time together.”

“It’s fine and I know you and Renee probably miss one another. We’ll catch up later.” She looked at me and nodded to my phone.

I picked it up, and she rattled off her number.

“Text me later so we can figure out the details. Don’t forget… ‘Daddy’.”

It was a bad time to take a sip of my soda because I choked on it. She snickered and picked up her lunch bag and purse before she waved her goodbyes.

“Some friend you are! You were going to let me die.”

“Remember how I couldn’t breathe when you kept making me laugh? Girl, this relationship between us is a two-way street. Later!”

“Well, she seems fun.” Ezra sat beside me on the bench, facing away from the table. “Damn I missed you.” He sighed.

“I missed you, too,” I admitted.

Ezra stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand, and I couldn’t help but melt into his touch. I closed my eyes and pushed the nagging whisper to the back of my mind. I needed this moment to reconnect with him. To experience what he was giving to me in its rawest form.

“Any reason why I shouldn’t kiss you?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I whispered, needing one as badly as he seemed to want to give it.

If I was honest about my feelings for Ezra, I was crazy about him but was also terrified he’d break my heart in new ways and in a way I couldn’t fix. Unrepairable. The way I was drawn to him made me hesitant to relax into it. He could very well be the thing that broke me.

“My babygirl…” His finger was under my chin, and he pulled me toward him slowly. “I want to spend the rest of the day covered in your scent, branding you with my mouth, and eating grilled cheese sandwiches.”

I giggled. “We’re not eating that.” I held up the one I had on the table.

“Whatever you want, baby.” His lips touched mine and everything inside that wanted him unlocked at once.

“I want you,” I admitted.

“Say less.” He sealed the little space between us and put his hand behind my head, controlling my movement. Lips pulled, tongues caressed. My mind disconnected from my surroundings and focused on Ezra Hamilton and being his.

I turned off the section that censored what I did, and it magnified what I wanted. I straddled his lap, and our kiss became sloppy with passion. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested directly on his stiffening erection.

“Right here and right now?” he asked. “Because I will.”

“Ooh.” I exhaled. “We’re supposed to be talking. But all I can think about is how good you’ll feel.”

“Talk about what?” he asked, nibbling on my neck.

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