Page 4 of Sinful Temptation

“What do you want Ezra?” my voice is a little shaky. I turn myself to look up at him and just when I am about to pull my eyes away, his large hand grips my chin, holding me in place as his lips tug into a toothy grin. His eyes flicking with heat, his tongue swiping against his top lip.

“You, Lily... I want you.”

I swallow, my throat bobbing and his fingers dig a little harder into my skin.

“Ezra,” I whisper, eyes widening as I focus on his beautiful blues.

“Fuck,” he groans, his head dipping back before his eyes are back on mine.

“This... we...” I shake my head whilst still in his grip.

“It makes sense,” he nods, darting his tongue out and wetting his bottom lip.

I shake my head again, lifting my hands and curling my fingers around his wrist as I gently pull him away from me, his lips rubbing into a thin line.

“There is no point fighting this Lily,” he rasps as he leans down, lips hovering over mine. “We're inevitable,” and I don't miss the cocky smirk that laces his lips before he turns and walks back towards the stairs. Only when he is gone do I exhale heavily and push any dirty thoughts of what may have just happened if I let it away, whilst I tuck into my tea and biscuits.

That is not what I had envisaged for my Thursday evening.

Rolling on my side,the sun streaks through the small slats in my wooden shutters. I groan, grabbing the pillow beside me and covering it over my head.

I was not ready to get up.

I had no reason to get up but my body had decided for me.

Sleep didn't come easy last night, and every time it did, my mind was filled with Ezra and what I would like to do to him.

He gives it all billy big bollocks, but I can assure youifwe ever crossed that line—we definitely won’t—but I would be the one to take control, show him what it is like being with a woman and not a girl.

Slamming my thoughts down, I sit bolt upright in bed and throw the covers off me.

I'm wearing a matching silk nightie that came as part of a set with my dressing gown and storm towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I knew there was something going on with him, the way he shifted and became a little more obsessed with knowing how I was, with asking how my day was... how work was.

Splashing my face with cold water to try and calm my erratic heart but it's no use. It's drumming hard in my chest, and I know it's going to be awkward when I see him today,ifI see him today.

Most boys have a crush on people their own age. Not Ezra. He is trying it on with me.

But who knows.

It could just be a ploy... a little challenge of some sort with his other friends.

Who can fuck Callum's mum first.

I shake the thoughts from my mind and make my way back out and into my room. Pacing, nails pressing against my lip as I resist biting the fresh set that I had done at the beginning of the week, but my mind is all over the place.

And it was all because of him.

Part of me would love to fuck him.

Just putting it out there.

But at the same time, I am well aware it is morally wrong.

I think?

A twenty-year age gap.

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