Page 10 of Sinful Temptation

I needed to stop.

Needed to break it off now, because if Callum ever found out, it would destroy both of us.I would tell Ezra tonight that it's been fun but it needs to stop.

We can't keep doing this.

Sure, I want to fuck him.

Badly.

But we both know it's wrong.

He is doing it just for the thrills I am sure; who can get the furthest with the porn star mum.

I shake my head and it's not until I am back to peeling my potatoes that I hear the sound of his shoes skating across the tiled kitchen floor.

Sucking in a breath, I refuse to look up.

Three steps and he is behind me, fingers teasing the bare skin under my skirt and I roll my lips.

I will not give in.

He tries a few things to gain my attention, but I don't rise to it.

“Playing hard to get Mrs Stanley?” his lips press against the shell of my ear.

“I'm shutting you out, we can't keep doing this. It's been fun...” I trail off as I push into him, causing him to step back, “but it stops now,” I give him a smile and a shrug of my shoulder as I step to the side and reach for more vegetables out of the fridge. When I close the door, he is standing there, hand on the cool metal of the fridge, blocking me.

“It's been fun!?” he snarls, eyes burning into mine as they bounce between them.

I say nothing.

“It's not over,” his voice is low, “it'll never be over, you're mine Lily,” and I hear the urgency in his voice. “You'll be mine. Either willingly or I’ll just keep taking what I want from you,” his eyes fall to my heaving chest, and I roll my eyes at him.

“Don't threaten me,” I stand a little taller and step towards him, so we're toe to toe.

“Then don't walk away from me.”

My heart drops.

“Ezra, this will never work,” my voice is low as I try and reason with him.

“Why?”

“Because I am nearly twenty years older than you, plus...” and he looks away from me, “Callum.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Callum wouldn't care,” he scoffs.

“What, wouldn’t care that his friend is fucking his mum?” I say it a little too loud then wince.

“We haven't fucked,” he pouts, and I can see the playfulness scatter through his eyes.

“You know I'm telling the truth,” I whisper now, placing my hand on his chest and feeling the way his heartbeat is racing beneath my fingertips.

“And what?” he edges closer to me, lips dusting over mine.

“This, us...”

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