It’s a relief, knowing that soon, Ezra will be busy transitioning to his new position as school principal and helping Kane adjust to a new school. The podcast claims it’s important for both partners to be close to equally active and occupied, or else one partner may grow bored or resentful.
“Do you promise to tell me if it’s too much?”
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then what doesout of sight, out of mindimply?
“I promise.” With a smirk, he holds a piece of sushi to my mouth, effectively shutting me up.
Rehearsals began immediately after I booked the job. It turns out that I wasn’t the first choice for Ms. Honey, but the other actress injured her vocal cords and had to back out. Fortunately for me, rehearsals took place at a studio in the city, so I had time to find someone to sublease my apartment before I head out on tour.
“Did your friend move in today?”
“They did.”
One of the bartenders at FrenchSHEs recently broke up with their partner and needs a place to stay until they can find a more permanent solution.
“It was nice of your mom to keep Kane tonight.”
“It was Kane’s idea, actually.” Ezra picks up another piece of sushi with his chopsticks. “Said he didn’t want to be around forall the sex.”
I nearly spit out my wine. “Will I get to see him before I flyout tomorrow?” My heart pangs as I regard my suitcase and carry-on by the door.
“Yes, my mom too. They’ll be back in the morning.”
“How early?”
“Knowing Mom, probably nine, if not earlier.”
“In that case…”
I take his wineglass from his hand and set it on the table next to mine, then lead him into the bedroom.
Standing at the side of the bed, I silently examine his face, memorizing every detail. “I’m going to miss you.”
Ezra lightly drags his fingers down my arms and spins me. When he pulls me flush to him, his erection presses into my lower back, and I rub against him like a bear against a tree.
“I’ll miss you so much.” His lips ghost the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I’m going to take my time with you,” he whispers, which is code forI’m going to edge the shit out of you.
“How about we make a bet?”
“What did you have in mind?” He wraps his arms around my midsection, teasing the place where my shirt meets my shorts.
I cover his hands with my own and drag them to cup my pussy. “Wanna see who can make the other come first?”
“Oh, my competitive girl.” Hetsks. “That doesn’t seem very fair.”
“And why not?”
“Because…” He slides a finger beneath the hem of my shorts and teases my entrance. “You’ll lose.”
I scoff, but his arrogance fans the flames of my desire, nonetheless.
“But I’ll play your little game.” He dips a fingertip inside me. “What are we playing for?”
I’ve already thought this through. “Winner gets to do butt stuff to the other person.”
His breath hitches. “Hmm,” he rumbles behind me. “If youwin, I’m good with that. My ass is all yours. But if I win, I want something else.”
“What do you want?”
