Page 12 of Ezra the Billionaire

EZRA

When those paparazzi bastards appeared, I’d wanted to fight every single one of them off. Smash their cameras and warn them away from Lauren.

Of course, that’s crazy behavior and would only add fuel to the fire, so I did the next best thing. I got Lauren the hell away from them.

To a damn supply closet.

Mynewly favoritesupply closet because I’m on my knees about to eat her pussy like a starving man as my thumbs spread her slick folds.

I wish I could see better, but the damn lighting in here sucks. There’s probably a light switch or a string hanging from a bulb overhead, but I’m not wasting time now when I’m so close to what I want.

Burying my face between her warm thighs, the first lick elicits a high-pitched squeak from Lauren. The second a groan of pleasure.

“Goddamn, baby. I didn’t think you could get any sweeter, but this pussy… You’re gonna spread for me every day, aren’t you? Let me tongue your hard little clit and suck these pussy lips?”

Lauren pants in approval, her nails digging into my shoulders, as I perform each action with a flourish, alternating betweenlicks and sucks, savoring her unique honeyed flavor, until she comes with a short scream.

“Perfect. Gorgeous,” I praise while petting her trembling curves.

After the last of her orgasm fades, I rise to my feet and kiss her with glossy lips. She hungrily lets me in, sucking on my tongue and moaning.

“Such a dirty girl. You love tasting yourself on my tongue, don’t you?”

“I love kissing you,” she admits.

“Good thing I plan on doing it for a long, long time.” It’s the closest I’ve ever been to voicing a commitment, which should freak me the fuck out.

My control is already frayed around Lauren. Allowing her closer will only mean more fraying, more chaotic and confusing feelings. But something stops me from pulling away.

Like she's the sun, and I'm caught in her orbit.

Damn, maybe Kennedy’s belief inheart sparksisn’t as far-fetched as I believed.

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The crossing guard waves me forward after a line of kids passes in front of my niece's elementary school. Normally, my brother Soren would be on pick up duty, but I promised to do it after he texted that his tour was running long. As the lodge's resident outdoorsman, Soren handles the more rigorous guest activities like leading groups on horseback through mountain trails.

“Hey, Uncle Ezra!” Sara Beth tosses her backpack onto the backseat then buckles into place beside it.

I flip on the turn signal and wait before merging into the slow-crawling school pick-up line. “How was school? Anything interesting happen?”

“We learned about food chains. Poor Whiskers is near the bottom.” She grimaces at the thought of her fluffy white bunny being some predator’s dinner.

“Lucky for you and Whiskers he’s safe at home, hmm? He’s living a life of luxury.” Spoiled by his young caretaker.

Sara Beth smiles, revealing another tooth missing from her upper teeth, before babbling about other animals and their place on nature’s food chain until I pull into the lodge parking lot.

“What’s going on over there?” She points toward a circle of vans and a horde of people with cameras—and not just DSLRs. They’ve got larger filming cameras set on their shoulders.

What the hell?

The crowd seems centered around one man who’s leading the pack down a path that leads to the back of the lodge. Parking in a spot near the side entrance closest to my office, I help Sara Beth from the car, my focus split.

“Let’s get you settled, then I’ll find out who they are,” I say, hurrying her inside.

I have a sinking feeling that I know exactly what they’re doing here—waiting to harass Lauren.

We’re meeting for coffee, although a little later than originally planned because of Soren and Sara Beth. Did someone send in a tip to the tabloids? Is she expecting me to appear only to be ambushed?

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