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“I swear to God, if you don’t—fuck.”

My head lolls forward at the loss of his fingers, a whine lingering in my chest when I feel something thicker,hotterpressing against me instead. He eases inside slowly, letting me feel every inch, and not for the first time I wonder how it can possibly be sogoodevery time. How every time with Ezra is somehow better than the last. It’s always been infuriating.

“This what you need?” His palm rests against the base of my spine, rubbing soothing circles there as he sinks deeper, bottoming out. “Did you need my cock, Dani?”

My mouth falls open when he draws back just to rock back inside, the friction of it making me tingle all over and making it impossible to lie. “Yes.”

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, thrusting into me again with a little more force. “Always so hot and tight and perfect. How is it so fucking perfect?”

I don’t have the answer for that. Hell, I can barely formulate a coherent thought right now.

I should probably be concerned about where we are, that at any moment another party guest could come knocking on this doorand discover us here, but somehow that only makes everything feel all the more delicious. What we’re doing is nonsensical, it’sludicrous, it’s the most un-Dani thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I have no idea why that thought has meflying.

“Harder,” I manage, my voice sounding too rough.

His hand grips my hip, pulling me back onto his cock in a rough jolt that has the sound of skin on skin ringing throughout the small space. Every thrust hits me just right, the weight of his cock dragging across that place inside that pulls that embarrassing sound from me over and over again. It’s still frantic, still a rush, but it’s also…different. Or maybe it’s just me.

He stops suddenly, making me whine for another reason. I’m opening my mouth to protest, when I feel his hand sliding up my front until his palm can grip my jaw again, forcing my head up as my eyes fly open to find him watching me over my shoulder.

“I want your eyes this time,” he murmurs, his fingers holding my chin so that I can’t look away. “I want you to watch me make you come. I want you to know it’smedoing this to you.” I suck in a breath when he starts to move again, slowly. “I don’t want you lying to yourself for one more fucking second about how badly you want this.”

He snaps his hips, and I watch in the mirror as my mouth widens in a gasp. I suddenly wish I could see more of him—hungrily taking in the sharp definition of his wide chest as it strains across his T-shirt, letting my eyes track the corded vein running down his arm as he holds me tight, keeping me still so that I have to take everything he gives me. Everything Iwantfrom him, if I’m being honest with myself.

“That’s it.” His thumb slides over my bottom lip to press against my tongue, and a moan tumbles out of him when I instinctivelyclose my mouth to suck it deeper. “Look how well you’re taking me.” Another sharp thrust that pushes me deeper into the vanity. “You want this just as much as I do, don’t you?”

My eyes try to drift closed, but a sharp smack across my ass has them going wide.

“I said I want your eyes,” he reminds me. “You’re going to watch yourself come on my cock.”

I can feel that steady pulse building deep inside, a race of a different kind. I whimper around his thumb when his hand slides over my hip to force my thighs wider, his fingers gliding over my already swollen clit to rub a slow pattern that builds and builds with every frantic thrust inside me. I can only do what he says, can only take it, onlywatchmyself take it—and there’s a rush coursing through me that seems to thrum beneath my skin, building to a crescendo that feels like it might be devastating.

“Ezra.Ezra, I’m—”

“Come for me,” he begs hoarsely, his fingers working my clit expertly with just the right amount of pressure. “Please.”

“Fuck.Fuck.”

The desire to shut my eyes is strong, so strong that I have to make a conscious effort to keep them open, but if I’m being honest with myself…Iwantto see. I want to see what Ezra looks like when he takes me apart like this. I want to see if he looks as wrecked as I feel. My body starts to tremble as my orgasm washes over me like a wave; I feel it in my toes and my head and everywhere else. There’s a hazy quality to his green eyes that is captivating, and they stay locked with mine in the mirror even as a hiss escapes him when I start to come undone.

I can barely keep myself upright, leaning on my elbows asEzra’s thrusts grow messy and unsteady—only seconds passing before his big body curls over mine, his hips pushing as close as they can to keep him deep inside me when he comes. Even still I can just make out one hooded eye peeking at me from over my shoulder, watching me. I can feel the warm huff of his breath against my neck as we come down from it, feel his arm curve around my belly to hold me tight as his heart races against my back. We stay like that for a moment, and I wait for that familiar panic to settle, the one that tells me to get away from him as fast as I can as soon as we’re done, but for once I feel…calm. Even with the way we’re still watching each other. Like now that I’ve allowed myself to go there, I’m finding it difficult to stop.

He presses open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder lazily, and I don’t know who is more surprised that I lean into it slightly. “We’re in your parents’ bathroom,” he says.

“No one is more aware of that than me,” I huff.

“This is…” I feel his smile against my skin. “Not how I saw this night playing out.”

I turn my head to smirk at him. “It isn’t?”

“No.” He feathers another kiss against my skin. “I told you. I just wanted to see you.”

The fluttering in my chest is as confusing as it is alarming. I clear my throat, moving subtly so that he might separate himself from me. Ezra takes the hint, both of us wincing as he slips out of me.

“Don’t throw that in the garbage,” I tell him pointedly, shooting a look at the used condom he’s still wearing and then at the open trash bin.

He cocks his head. “What do you suppose I do with it?”