“What?” he asks when he notices.
“I was just thinking about how shocked I was by the state of your house. It’s like a museum in here or something with how clean it is, especially compared to your office.”
He scratches at the stubble that felt so good between my legs last night. “You noticed that, huh?”
“It’s kind of hard not to.”
“Yeah, it is a bit weird. I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I feel more at home at work, if that makes any sense. I spend so much time there that I feel more comfortable. This place feels like a museum because it practically is one. If I’m home, I’m usually in here in bed, and that’s it.”
“Then why’d you get such a big house? Why not just an apartment or something smaller?”
“I told you already—garage space.”
“Ah, yes, for the ten billion cars you have.”
“It’s only five. For now.” His hand sneaks over, pinching at the edge of the shirt I threw on earlier. “Nice shirt, by the way. It looks like mine.”
“Sorry. I just grabbed something to throw on real quick.”
“It’s fine. I like you in my clothes.” His voice drops an octave, his eyes darkening as they settle on my lips. “They look good on you.”
He’s inching closer, and even though my head is screamingStop! We can’t do this again!my body is sayingKiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!
I never was the best at listening to my head.
Our lips connect in a frenzy, like we’re both starved for each other’s touch, which can’t be true, though it certainly feels like it.
Ezra tastes like Froot Loops and mint, and it’s a horrible combination, but I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of him.
I’m not sure who reaches for the other first, but I’m suddenly slinging my leg over him and climbing into his lap.
His hands cover my waist, holding me tight as his mouth devours mine. Our tongues slip and slide together, and I’m all too aware of his hard cock resting against me. I remember how good it felt last night inside me, the way he hits all the right spots like he knows my body innately. I want to feel it again.
I rock myself against him, and his grip on my hips tightens, and he drives up to meet me move for move.
He hisses, and I pull away instantly.
“Shit. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Fine. Just my hip,” he says, reaching for me again.
A thought slams into me, and I lean away.
“Wait ... Is that why you pulled back when we kissed in your office?”
He swallows thickly, darting his eyes away, almost like he’s embarrassed by it. “Yes.”
I frown. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“What could I have said?Hey, sorry my weak-ass hip ruined the moment? Let’s try again?” His words are bitter, and he looks disgusted with himself. “No, I couldn’t. So I let you go. It was probably for the best anyway. We shouldn’t ... we shouldn’t even be doing this, Summer.”
He’s not wrong. I’ve had the same thought over and over again this morning and last night, for that matter. But ...
“I’m not even really your employee.”
His dark brows lift. “Oh, you aren’t?”
“No. I mean, it’s not like you handpicked me or anything, right? We just got thrust into a shitty situation, that’s all. A favor for my father.”
