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“Say”—his cock slides home roughly as I sizzle with delicious friction—“it.”

“It’s yours,” I moan. “Fuck.Harder.”

“Touch yourself.” His nails bite into the soft flesh of my thighs, and he picks up his pace until I have to reach behind me and grip the other edge of my desk to keep myself from scooting higher. “Please, Dani? I want to see you play with yourself. I want to feel you comehard.”

I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes as I obey, slipping my fingers between my legs and circling the already-swollen bud of my clit as sparks of pleasure prickle inside. My mouth parts in a silent gasp, the onslaught of his cock and my hand pushing me so close to the edge that I can practically taste my orgasm.

“That’s it,” he coos. “So perfect.” He bends his body, releasing my legs so I’m forced to wrap them around his waist. His hands brace on either side of me, leaning in close so that he can brush his lips against mine. “Now say that you’re mine.”

My back bows as I tense up around him, shutting my eyes for only a second as that sweet pressure starts to crest. “I’m—”

“That’s it,” he whispers, kissing me so gently that it feels impossible to reconcile with the still-furious pounding of his hips. “Tell me. Please.”

“Ah.” My legs start to shake, my pussy trembling as my vision blurs. Ezra is still moving, prolonging the almost-too-intense sensation that sparks inside, but his rhythm is stuttered now, his cock swelling so thick that I feel fit to bursting. “I’m yours,” I shout hoarsely.

Ezra groans long and loud, and I know that ifanyoneis outside of my office, it will be obvious what’s happening here. I just…don’t care. Not when he looks utterly blissed-out. Not when I can feel him twitching inside. Not when his body is so close that it almost feels like a part of me. His face is buried against my neck,and I make no move to shove him away, running my fingers through his slightly damp hair as we both try to collect our breath. I don’t know how much time passes before he finally lifts himself to hover over me, studying my expression with a sated look and a dreamy smile.

“Now that’s what I call a successful mediation,” he says.

I shake my head, but I can feel myself grinning. “Idiot.”

“But I’myouridiot.”

I pause at that, feeling suddenly unsure. I know what I said in the heat of the moment, but…

“Are you?”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“You said…you said I’m yours,” I manage, my voice too thick to even remotely pass as casual. “But are you mine?”

His smile is brilliant, and that increasingly familiar feeling of it lighting up all the dark corners hiding inside me is overwhelming.

“I’ve been yours for ages, Dani,” he says, his voice a low, sweet murmur. “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

I have to tug him down to my mouth, hiding my emotions with a kiss. Hiding the way I practically melt at his words. Like the last little bit of ice surrounding my heart dripping away. He really is purposefully infuriating, Ezra.

I’m starting to love that about him.

Twenty-Five

Ezra

“Ezra, are youeven listening?”

I look up from my phone to find Alexander glaring at me from across his desk. I want to tell him thatno, I wasn’t listening, that I could go my entire life without ever listening to him again, but I don’t do that. I keep my expression neutral.

“I’m listening.”

“I hope that whatever is on your phone is more important than work,” he chides.

I have to physically restrain myself from grinning. Alexander would absolutely become apoplectic if he knew I was sitting across from him and just beside his sleazy client flirting with the opposing counsel, and the image of that is enough to make me gleeful.

“Just checking an email,” I answer blandly. “I’m waiting on some news.”

“News that will help with the case, I hope,” Lorenzo snorts.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. The truth is, every day in court is tipping the scales in Bianca and Dani’s favor. The more Dani’steam discovers about Lorenzo, the more slimy it makes him appear. Even more truthfully, I am secretly all too glad to witness it happening. Alexander may be forcing my hand to participate in this farce of a trial to save his friend’s ass, but that doesn’t mean I have to root for the bastard.