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Pleasure that was almost pain erupted through me, and I held on for dear life, screaming it to the skies.

Everything froze for what felt like a lifetime until, eventually, my body relaxed, and I fell back against the sheets, panting hard.

“Wow,” I muttered, my body feeling languid.

“We’re not done.” Ezra’s growl was a choked sound.

And then I caught sight of him, the savage look on his face. My desire rose once again. He flipped me over until my face was buried in the pillow, and then he whispered harshly in my ears, “Not by a long shot.”

EIGHTEEN

EZRA

The beer didn’t offer the absolution I hoped it might.

I’d only had two sips, but it was all I would take. I wasn’t much of a drinker, and besides, I didn’t think any alcohol was strong enough to drown out the guilt that was heavy in my chest, nor the self-disgust choking me in my throat.

I’d had sex with Tillie, Max’s daughter.

Even worse than that, I’d done it three times. At least if I’d stopped after the first time, I could say it was just a mistake. I could lie to myself that I’d only done it to satisfy her, to show her what good sex felt like. Even the second time, maybe I could deceive myself, and that was because she caught me off guard, stealing my goodwill before I got my brain to work.

Before I could put up a proper defense, I’d fallen off the deep end.

But after that…

After that, I had no excuse for why I’d done it again and why I turned her over in bed and powered into her from behind, losing my mind and taking her like an animal. Sure, she’d screamed out in ecstasy as she came again, which meant she enjoyed it. I wouldn’t have continued if she hadn’t. But that was beside the point.

Truthfully, it hadn’t been all about her at that moment, even though her lusty chants drove my madness higher. At that moment, there was no thought of anything except bone-sucking pleasure, mine and hers. I only thought about how wet and tight and hot she felt and how much I felt like my head was going to pop off just being inside her. It was about how much I fucking wanted her, and there was nothing I could do about it.

And then, when the haze of crazed lust had finally subsided, and Tillie dropped off to sleep, I was left here and awake with nothing but my guilt.

Fuck. I’d messed up big time. There were no words to describe how colossal of a fuck up this was. Not only had I had sex with my friend’s daughter—a man who passed away not a few weeks ago and was probably rolling over in his grave watching this—but also the fact that it was Tillie. A woman who was nearly twenty years younger than me and who was troubled on so many levels that I couldn’t even count. She confessed that she had sex with people just so she could get some sleep, for crying out loud. I should have been pushing her harder to get therapy for her problems. The last thing I should have been doing was having sex with her.

And the worst part was that she didn’t even know who I really was.

She thought I was just her neighbor.

Fuck. I could only imagine the betrayal she would feel when she found out that wasn’t the case.

I took out my phone and went through some emails, wishing like hell that I had some work to distract me right now. The beer wasn’t doing it, and I needed to regain some rationality, so I remembered what all this was for.

After Tillie fell asleep, I walked back home because I needed space. I also thought I needed a drink, and Tillie didn’t keep any alcohol at her place. Another thing that ran counter to my initial opinion of her. I was starting to get quite the list.

Over the last few weeks that we’d worked together and slept in the same bed, my opinion of her had gone through an extraordinary shift. Or rather, I was correcting some wrong assumptions I had at first. She didn’t stay out much. She went to her waitressing job or came to help me in her free time, or she would sleep. It seemed sleeping was her favorite activity of the moment, and I understood why. After going so long without it, she seemed to not be able to get enough of it. I was happy I could provide that for her. It was because I was there, but at the same time, it worried me.

Because what the fuck would happen when I wasn’t there?

I wasn’t staying in town forever. How would she rest then? Or would she go back to her ex and have terrible sex just for comfort or to be able to sleep? I felt an unreasonable rage just thinking about it, but the girl was so damn stubborn about seeing a damn therapist that I could see her doing just that.

I sighed again and checked the time. It was still hovering around 3 a.m., but I should probably head back to Tillie’s by now. I didn’t want her to wake up and not find me there. But just as I headed to the door to head back to Tillie’s, I heard someone screaming my name frantically.

Tillie.

Without thought, I threw open the door and leaped over the fence, quickly locating and tracking the voice without making a sound. If someone was attacking her, I needed to get a drop on this guy and give him the element of surprise. If he knew I was around, he would kill her immediately.

But it would be me killing the bastard for even getting close to her. Whoever he was.

However, once I got there, I realized she was alone. I’d slipped into soldier mode and immediately assumed danger, but she was stumbling around, screaming my name with a dazed look in her eye and a kind of desperation that made my heart fucking break.

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