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Ezra chuckles as he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up his toned forearms.

“How’s that saying go? Finders keepers? They’re mine to keep. Remove your shirt.”

I do as he asks, and his eyes go even darker as he checks me out.

“So bloody fucking perfect. Now lean back and let me have my breakfast.”

I lie back on the counter, letting Ezra have his way. There’s something so wickedly sweet about him that I can’t deny him anything.

“Feast away,” I taunt him.

He smacks the side of my thigh, a warning not to be a brat. I love it though.

He leans in, licking his lips. Then he presses them against me, sucking my clit in his mouth.

My back comes off the table at the sudden sensation. His hand reaches up, holding my stomach down as he begins to truly feast on me. His tongue licks and thrashes against my clit, his fingers finding my opening easily, slipping inside.

Ezra isn’t taking it easy on me this morning. Then again, I’m not sure he ever has. He keeps up his pace, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“God, Ezra. It feels so fucking good,” I moan out, my head falling back on the table.

“Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how you feel,” he demands.

“I’m so close. It feels like I’m on the cusp of greatness,” I gasp when he slips a finger in my ass too. “Fuck, I feel so full, but like I could be fuller.”

He continues his ministrations, making me ramble out everything that comes to my mind.

“I could die like this. Fuck, right there.” My hands find his hair as I grind on his face. “Yes, Ezra. Fuck, I love you. I fucking love you.”

He freezes, making me whine.

“Ezra, please. Don’t punish me.” I grind against his face harder.

He clears his throat but goes back to his work.

It’s not long before I come, my knees wrapping around his head so tight, I’m sure it hurts.

When I finally let him up for air, he moves up my body, kissing my lips.

“Miss Blake, I love you too.”

It’s then that my rambles register. I told Ezra I loved him.

The worry fades away though, because shining back in his eyes is the same love.

He loves me too.

Thirty

“Santi should be meeting us at the dock. Ezra’s holding down the fort so we can get away,” I tell Aurora as I lead her down to where we keep the boat Santi rented.

“Poor Ezra. Didn’t he want to come?” She looks sad for a moment.

I laugh. “Nah. Ezra isn’t a fan of boats. Trust me, he would rather be at home dictating the employees for the party than be with us.” I pause, thinking about it. “Well, us guys. I’m sure he’d rather be with you.”

She snorts. “Nice save, D. Where are we going anyway?”

“It’s a surprise. Santi wants to show you his home.”

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