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“Mmm…” she moaned, licking her lips. “You feel so good.” She gasped when I pumped my hips upward. “I’m so close,” she whined. “I’m right there with you,” she crooned.

I stroked her clit and bucked her every time her body came downward. I curled into her, no longer able to fight the eruption coming her way.

“Oooh, yes!” She came first, and the way she gripped me tightly milked me dry as I followed.

Holding her close, I closed my eyes tightly and let go completely. I saw stars and felt lighter than I had in days. I was home with my babygirl, right where I needed to be. She cleaned us both, we got out, and she put me in bed. She made me a deli sandwich with chips, and a root beer before I passed out cold. She laid her head on my chest, curled at my side, and wrapped us in a warm cocoon before she fell asleep with me. I didn’t worry about a single thing because I knew all was fine.

“Good night, Haven,” she whispered to me.

I tried to say something back, but I was exhausted and couldn’t muster the energy to do a damn thing. I couldn’t even open my eyes or move my lips. Tomorrow, I’d make up for it.

She called me Haven…

CHAPTER 16

Renee

I was spoiled rotten over the next several weeks. In class, Ezra was professional and a damn good instructor. He didn’t take it easy on me because of our budding relationship. It actually seemed as if he was harder on me. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday we had dinner together followed by a new activity on the Ranch.

Horseback riding, feeding the animals, dessert by the lake, picnic under the stars, reading me a book beside the trees, board games in the Littles’ Wing, sex in the classroom, and the list went on. He didn’t attend the rehearsals, but he still provided refreshments.

On the other days, we mostly stayed in each other’s company while either he worked or I did my class assignments. The biggest advantage about screwing my professor was that I could pick his brain after hours about the discussions. He also didn’t ever try to talk me into him being my partner again. We hadn’t dabbled into much BDSM in the bedroom, and it was beginning to worry me. He’d mentioned that all of his relationships included it, but ours hadn’t. Most of our courting and sex stayed on the vanilla spectrum. If this was what he thought would sustain me, we were in trouble.

The last of our twelve weeks was approaching, and I was even more nervous about things with him than anything else. We hadn’t discussed what would happen after he wasn’t here anymore. My apartment back home was gone, so all I had was here. I knew eventually I’d have to go back to the real world, but I didn’t know what I wanted that to look like just yet. Especially since we hadn’t talked about the future.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Ezra asked me.

I didn’t want to lie, but I also didn’t want to come off as needy either.

“Out with it.” He climbed into bed with me and laid on top of me.

I sighed in contentment. I loved the weight of him on me, both inside and out of sexual activities. It was a distraction from my thoughts, and I focused on him instead.

“Renee.”

“Yes, Sir?” I answered, rubbing the top of his head.

“You’re supposed to be talking.”

“I know, but this is so much better. Does it not feel good to you?”

He pinched my thigh, making me yelp.

“I’m listening.”

I exhaled and went for it. “I want more.”

“More…”

“I know we’re taking it slow. It’s been almost twelve weeks of dating and playing nice. I need things to move a bit faster than this.”

Ezra chuckled and nodded. “My turn. When I’m all in, I’m in. However, I think I needed this time to heal my own wounds. I wallowed for six months and didn’t address anything. Now that I have, I’ve taken a hard look at myself and my expectations. Everything doesn’t have to happen right now. So, I’ve been enjoying how light things have been. It feels better with the trauma. It’s not that I’m not going to take it deeper, it just won’t be as quickly.”

“I respect that.”

“But…”

“But it’s setting off alarms inside my head. That you don’t want me, or I’m flawed in some way that is turning you off.”

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