Page 74 of Texts From My Exes
I jolted awake hours later.Body hot. Harper hotter.
I needed sleep, I really did, but she was naked. And a naked Harper had always been my personal no-fly zone—never stare too long, never get caught, never let her figure it out. But now? Now I let myself look.
“Not morning yet,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “Doesn’t count. Not adulting time. Do me.”
My mouth curved, even as my pulse spiked. “By my calculations,” I teased, “that would be round three.”
She kicked me in the shin. “Ow!”
Another kick.
“You probably had one of those giant graphing calculators that wouldn’t fit in your pocket, didn’t you? Nerd.”
I grinned through the pain. “Wanna know what else never fits in someone’s pocket—though they’d want to keep it around?”
She blinked at me. “…Wow. That didn’t land the way you wanted it to, did it?”
“Too early,” I admitted.
Her phone pinged, and dread knotted in my chest. Tomorrow would be here soon enough and we had quite the mess to wade through, but we’d do it together.
Harper glanced to her phone.
“Don’t.” I whispered the word, gentle yet commanding.
And in Harper fashion, she ignored me and swiped through the messages anyways.
I exhaled through my nose as I watched her eyes dart across the screen reading. “We’ll handle it.”
“Promise?” She asked, her tone soft, trusting. Her eyes lifted to meet mine and I could have slayed a dragon or drown in their depths, they were so beautiful. Unable to resist, I tugged her in close and brushed my mouth over her temple.
“Promise.”
She pushed up on her knees, crawling toward me, hair wild, mouth dangerous. My throat closed. She stopped just short of my cock, lips inches away, and whispered, “it’s never too early for breakfast, Ezra.”
Breathing? Optional.
“Suddenly I’ve got a thousand fantasies of you on your knees,” I rasped. “Cosplay included. Just let me have five seconds in my head.”
She burst out laughing. “Aww. Want me painted blue next time while I dig around for some unobtanium?”
I laughed—until her tongue flicked my tip. Then I stopped laughing. Stopped breathing. Stopped everything.
“Wasn’t expecting theAvatarreference,” I gasped. “Respect.”
Then she took me all the way in, and I wasLost in Space.Pun intended.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
HARPER
I like you more than my laptop. And you turn me on more than my spreadsheets. This is my confession.
—Ezra, the not so ex, pretending to be Vex and winning the girl.
Freaked out?
