Page 62 of Rousing Renee

“Done. Will you move into my place with me?” He kneaded my thighs and like putty, I softened in his hands.

“I can’t move in there knowing you lived there with her.”

“No, baby. I sold that. I purchased something new. At the time, I didn’t know if you and I were done or not, but subconsciously… it’s perfect.”

“I’ll see about that. I know you live in Washington, but you never said what city.” I said.

Ezra smiled. “Babygirl, I live in Seattle.”

I gasped. “Really? Shut up!” I swatted him. “Elara has family there. She’s thinking about moving back to help take care of her grandmother.”

“Is that a yes…” His eyebrow rose as he questioned what the hell I was saying.

I giggled. “Yes, Haven. As long as it fits us, I’ll move in with you. I guess I’ll need to tell Master Derek I can’t work here anymore.”

“What about your therapy?” he asked.

“Dr. Crosby does virtual appointments. I think she only has to be licensed in that state.”

“If she isn’t?”

“Then we’ll figure it out.” I kissed him, happy that he cared about my mental health. “However, there is one thing we have to do.” I smirked.

“What?” he asked me suspiciously.

Instead of answering, I stood up and held out my hand. He helped me into a robe and fluffy slippers. Then I wrapped my arms around his waist as we exited the playroom we’d been in. Looking around, I didn’t see Sampson, which made it more difficult to find him since phones weren’t allowed in here.

“Looking for somebody, diva?” I turned to see Sampson behind us, curled up on Aiden’s lap.

“Don’t you look blissed out,” I teased him.

“You’re one to talk. Everybody can see that smile for at least a thousand miles.” He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, I wanted you to meet my Ezra.” I beamed.

“Your… Ezra?”

I nodded.

“Honey, you’re not the only one riding the high cloud. Who else is he going to belong to when he can’t stop being all over you.”

Aiden fisted a handful of Sampson’s hair and pulled his head back. Sampson’s eyes closed, and he swallowed noticeably.

“I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,” he said without being prompted. “That’s why girl talk is meant to be held away from the sensitive Tops.” His eyes were on Aiden, and Aiden was focused our way.

“Did he say sensitive?” Aiden asked.

I wasn’t about to answer that. It was a setup.

“He definitely did,” Ezra responded.

“Mhm…” He pulled a remote from his pocket and pushed a button.

Sampson buried his face into Aiden’s chest, trying to suppress a moan.

“Let’s try that again,” Aiden prompted.

“I am so, so very”—he took a second to breathe and then resumed speaking—“sorry. The two of you must’ve had a good time and…” Sampson then gripped Aiden’s shirt and clawed at him, desperately. “Please…”

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