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“Like…” Ezra sighs, letting his head drop to the back of the couch.

“Like you’re just going through the motions?

Like nothing you do matters because everything is always going to be just as shitty tomorrow as it was today?

” He huffs out another blast of air that I think is supposed to be a laugh but comes out like more of a scoff.

“Like your entire life has already been decided, and there’s nothing you can do about it? ”

His questions leave me gaping, his voice raw and pained and unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him.

It makes me feel unsettled, with no idea how to answer.

Especially since I know exactly what that feels like.

It’s a feeling that’s been embedded in my bones since I was seventeen years old, sitting across from my parents and hearing that my whole life was a lie, and it was entirely my fault.

It’s a feeling that was solidified only a few short years later when I realized that the only person you can count on is yourself.

But I can’t tell him any of that. Even with the way things have…shifted between us, I can’t bring myself to be that vulnerable with him. Even if he’s choosing to do so with me. I’m in unfamiliar territory here. I don’t know what to do with a vulnerable Ezra, which is exactly how he seems right now.

“This is about your father?”

“My father,” he snorts. “God. My father…” He shakes his head, and I have the strangest urge to reach out, to soothe him. It’s confusing as hell. “Everything comes back to him.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, simply because I have no idea what else to say.

He shakes his head again. “No, I’m sorry. I’m sure this isn’t at all what you’d like to be doing right now. Especially with me. I just…Today was such a goddamned nightmare, and I just needed… something that felt normal.”

My heart trips in my chest. I ignore it.

“And you came…here.”

He looks at me then, his eyes studying my face as if he’s still slightly confused about why he did so. “I did.”

“Still having a little bit of trouble with that part,” I tell him honestly.

“I thought we were admitting when we miss each other now?”

My stupid heart flip-flops again. Maybe I should see a cardiologist.

“Ezra,” I start warily, my first instinct to push him away. “I think maybe that was—”

He shifts his body, bringing himself closer to me. “You didn’t miss me, Dani?”

“I—” His face is too close to think. His fingers reach to trail along my jaw, and my traitorous eyes flutter at the sensation. “No.”

“You’re such a liar,” he laughs softly. “But that’s okay.” His finger ghosts ever so gently along my lower lip, tracing a slow back-and-forth. “I’ll let you keep pretending. For now.”

“Ezra,” I manage huskily, hypnotized by the way he’s still tracing my lip.

His thumb replaces his finger, applying a barely there pressure. “Open your mouth for me?”

And I do—without hesitation or question—and I should probably be angry at myself for it, but all I can focus on is the way his thumb dips inside to press against my tongue.

“Suck,” he murmurs.

As much as part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, another—admittedly a much larger part—shivers at the quiet command.

I close my lips around his thumb, sucking gently, feeling a strange sort of power seeing his pupils dilate as he watches.

As if I’m the one in control, despite following his order.

“Do you know how often I imagine this pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock?” He slips his thumb deeper inside my mouth, keeping it pressed against my tongue.

“Every time you cut into me, I imagine how quiet you’d be with your mouth full of me.

Maybe you’d glare at me the entire time.

Why does that get me so fucking hot, Dani? ”

An involuntarily whimper escapes me, and I press my legs together, feeling my pussy start to get slick.

Why does the picture he’s painting make me so hot?

I’ve never dared get on my knees for him; it’s something I’ve always thought would give him too much leverage over me, but right now, the soft way he’s looking at me, like the sight of me on my knees could bring him to his … it doesn’t feel like leverage at all.

I pull back to lick the pad of his thumb, smirking. “Is that why you came over here? You hoped you’d get your cock in my mouth?”

“No,” he says matter-of-factly, still staring at my mouth. “I came over here because seeing you was the only thing in the world that I could think of that might make this day less of a goddamned nightmare.”

My breath catches at the blatant admission, seeing nothing but complete sincerity in his eyes. It makes me feel…strange. Like I want to kiss him and throw him out all at once. It’s terrifying but also thrilling. It’s something entirely new.

I do my best to reel things back into more comfortable territory as I nip the pad of his thumb. Something I can actually handle. “So you’re saying you don’t want my mouth on you?”

“Wrong.” His fingers grip my jaw then, hard enough to let me feel it but gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt. “I want your mouth anywhere I can get it, Dani. It’s all I fucking think about.”

And even as something inside me screams that it’s a bad idea, I don’t move when he leans in to kiss me.

He holds my face, leaving me helpless to the press of his mouth against my lips, the tease of his tongue which slips past to touch mine, and I can’t seem to do anything but reciprocate.

I close my eyes as his lips move in a way that seems meant to explore, not conquer, almost as if he could do this forever.

Like he has all the time in the world for just this.

It feels too real, too soon. It feels like something I’m not ready for yet.

I break away to let my mouth wander, pressing kisses to the slight stubble at his jaw, lower still to trail down his neck.

Ezra makes breathless sounds with every graze of my lips, his hands sliding around my waist to tug me into his lap as my fingers work open the buttons of his shirt.

I let my hands press inside to explore the warm, firm skin underneath, raking my nails down his abdomen as he hisses in pleasure.

When they stop at his belt buckle, my thumb flicking at the clasp, I think he stops breathing altogether.

“Maybe I’ve thought about it too,” I whisper against his throat.

It’s the truth, just one I’ve never permitted myself to voice.

I slowly pull his belt out from the buckle, moving to the button of his slacks next. “Maybe I’ve wondered what your cock would feel like in my mouth.”

“ Dani ,” he groans as I plunge my hand inside his underwear, letting my hand wrap around his already-hard cock. “Fuck.”

I slide down his body as I pull him out, but being on my knees doesn’t feel as daunting as it did before.

How can it, with the way Ezra is looking at me like I’m some sort of fantasy come to life?

Has he always looked at me like this when we’re together?

I’ve always made it a point not to look at him if I can help it. It makes it feel less personal.

But I’m looking at him now.

His chest heaves as his teeth press into his lower lip, his green eyes dark and his pupils blown wide as he watches me slide my fist lazily up and down his length.

I squeeze the flushed head, rewarded with a deep rumble of satisfaction from above, pressing my thumb into the sensitive little V just underneath and rubbing a slow circle.

His throat bobs with a swallow when I pull him close to rub the crown against my lower lip, and he releases a shaky breath as he watches his precome paint me there.

I pull away only a little, just enough to swipe my tongue over my lip to collect what he’s left, and Ezra’s hands fist in the material covering his thighs, like he’s trying to keep from grabbing me. It’s intoxicating, having this effect on someone like him.

“Still an asshole,” I chuckle before flattening my tongue in a broad sweep up the underside of him. “But fuck if your cock isn’t pretty.”

He practically shouts when I close my lips over the head, suckling for a moment before pushing him deeper inside only to drag my mouth back up slowly.

I keep the pace steady and teasing, wanting to watch him come as undone as he’s constantly making me feel.

I trace my tongue against the vein that throbs against his velvety skin, closing my eyes as I swirl my tongue over his tip before doing it all over again.

I pause when I feel his fingers pushing into my hair, my eyes flying open to meet his.

There’s something entirely too gentle about the way that he lightly pushes the hair from my face, combing his fingers through the strands as he watches me with hooded eyes.

It’s more of that…something. That something I’m not ready to face yet.

I pull off him with a wet sound, flicking my tongue just under the flared head of his cock. “Stop being so careful with me,” I tell him, holding his gaze. “That’s not what we do.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “You want me to use you, Dani?”

“Maybe I do.” I give another broad sweep of my tongue against him. “Maybe I want it hard.”

His eyes flare with heat, his lip rolling between his teeth again. “Then open that pretty mouth,” he says roughly. “I want to dirty it up.”

Everything between my thighs tingles, begging for me to touch, but I hold off. I open my mouth wide just as Ezra’s fingers tangle in my hair, jerking my head back as he sits up straighter so he can slide his cock back and forth over my tongue.

He does this a few more times, getting himself slick, and his voice is a quiet rasp when he repeats the same command from earlier: “Suck.”