Page 14 of Ezra the Billionaire

“If you’re not a guest of Hearthstone Lodge, then you’re not welcome on our property, and it's considered trespassing. Do I need to get Sheriff Lawson here?”

“Whoa, easy… There’s no need for the cops. Lauren, tell this guy who I am.”

“I know who you are,” Ezra growls. “You’re the asshole who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Who thought another woman could replace Lauren. Who fucked up and lost the best thing you’ll never have again.”

Wow, Ezra is freaking hot when he’s defending me, and Hunter’s expression of annoyed disbelief is just the cherry on top. He thought he could show up and bully me into doing what he wanted like when he first asked me to joinHarmony House.

Think again, loser.

“Lauren…”

“Don’t speak to her. Don’t ever say her name again.” Ezra’s large body forms a barrier between me and Hunter. “I’m going to count to ten, if you’re not out of my sight and off my property in that time, then those paparazzi friends of yours are going to get a camera full of your face looking a hell of a lot less pretty after my fist breaks your nose.”

Hunter huffs and acts like he's going to push, but a glance at the cameras has him changing his mind.

“Fine, I'll go, but think about the offer, okay, babe?”

I don't bother answering him. I'm just happy when he finally leaves.

“That’s going to air on E! tonight,” I mumble, my palm hesitantly rubbing circles over Ezra’s tense back.

His head of security arrives with a host of men in black, who herd the cameramen off the property. Once the excitement hasdied down, the guests who stopped to witness our debacle move on, and Ezra guides me inside the lodge.

He silently punches the button for the elevator and selects my level.

Guess we’re going to my room to talk this out.

Does he think I’m more trouble than I’m worth?

He probably isn’t used to dealing with D-list celebrities traipsing around his property and causing problems. And I’m just a guest. It’s not like I permanently live here, even if the thought of moving to this small town has grown on me the past week.

Especially since Nashville doesn't feel safe anymore with Hunter, Mya, and their slew of cameras.

My room door unlocks with the tap of Ezra's phone, and soon we’re locked in privacy—the weight of our relationship’s future burdening my shoulders.

I open my mouth to apologize. “I’m sorry for—”

He shuts me up with a possessive kiss that steals my breath away. “No more apologies. No more talking about your ex.” He punctuates the statement by tearing off my knitted wrap dress, leaving me bare except for my bra and panties.

“But…” He doesn't want an explanation for what happened? For Hunter’s visit?

Rippling muscles snag my attention as Ezra unbuttons his shirt. His abdomen flexes, and my gaze follows the enticing vee that leads to the thick bulge in his pants.

“Butnothing, Lauren, and if you disobey me, there will be consequences.” Leather loafers fly through the air. Black slacks slump to the carpet.

“Like what?”

The more Ezra uncovers, the less I care about the last fifteen minutes. Hunter is gone, thanks to the dominant billionairecurrently standing naked in front of me, so why dwell on the past?

Ezra stalks forward, his cock swaying between his muscular thighs, and I lick my suddenly dry lips. For a man who sits behind a desk most days, he's incredibly fit—the complete opposite of my squishy curves.

“Like my palm staining your pretty ass red with my handprint,” he warns with a feral smirk stretching across his face. “Like my cock ramming so deep in your tight pussy that you’ll forget about every man before me.”

“That’s a confident claim. Are you sure you can live up to it?” The taunt spills forth without preamble, announcing the arrival of my inner sex goddess awakening again.

There’s no doubt in my mind that Ezra has the skills to scramble my brain and have my pussy aching for more—our interlude in the supply closet proved that—but a part of me wants him to show me just how much he wants me.

He says I break his control?

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