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I’m still watching her as I work her over, enjoying the pink flush that spreads all over her pale skin as she holds my face exactly where she wants it.

I pump my fingers in and out of her, dragging them along the front of her inner walls to drive her wild.

I flick my tongue against her clit even as I continue to pull at it with my lips, feeling her thighs quivering on my shoulders and her pussy growing more and more slick as I push my fingers deep to keep her full like I know she likes when she comes.

“Damn it, Ezra. Fuck. ”

It’s not exactly shouting my name in bliss, but I’ll take what I can get.

I keep my fingers inside even as I pull my mouth away, watching her tremble as her pussy flutters and clenches with her orgasm.

There is a small part of me that wishes she’d just fucking look at me when she comes, so that she can see exactly who’s doing this to her, but I don’t know why.

Maybe it’s because I know it would be even more fun to tease her later if I knew she couldn’t deny that I make her come harder than she ever has.

She’s never said that, but I am happy to assume. Since I am pretty pretentious, after all.

She’s panting on the couch when I let my fingers slip away, her eyes glassy and wide as she stares up at the ceiling. I can’t help the urge to try to get a better look at her, climbing up onto the couch and curling my body so I can press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“See? Much more agreeable.”

“Fuck you,” she says again, but it sounds less threatening in the breathy way she says it.

“Happy to,” I mutter, letting my lips slide against the skin under her jaw. “On your knees. Grab the couch.”

“Stop fucking telling me what to do.”

Again, much less threatening since she’s already complying.

Her body is lithe and lean, her spine a pretty curve as she arches back toward me, most likely without realizing she’s doing it.

I shove my underwear down and off before grabbing the condom I stashed on the end table earlier and rolling it on.

I grip her hips, the softness there a stark contrast to the hardness of her demeanor.

For a moment I’m content to just look at her as I let my cock graze between the curves of her ass, her fair complexion glowing and bright against mine.

I curl my body until my tongue can trace the lone freckle at her shoulder blade, the one I noticed the first time we were together and that I have been obsessed with ever since, hearing her suck in a breath as I pull back to let my cock press against her.

I don’t move for a bit, just holding still against the heat of her, smiling into her skin when she starts to squirm.

“I don’t have all night,” she huffs.

So fucking prickly .

I push inside slowly, wanting to draw this out a bit since I know she’ll be out the door seconds after it’s over—and that feels as foreign as the desire to have her look at me when we do this.

Maybe it’s my ego that feels bruised. Maybe it’s that I don’t like not having the upper hand. I try not to examine it too closely.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I sigh against her neck. “So damned hot inside you.”

“Move,” she demands, pushing back against me.

My teeth graze her throat. “Say please.”

“ Please move, asshole,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Well, since you asked nicely…”

I rear back just to roll back inside, my mouth going slack against her skin as that familiar rush courses down my spine.

Dani isn’t my first hookup, but she’s by far the best. Everything about her has me constantly seconds away from losing it—from the slick heat of her cunt to the rough spew of her words. Maybe I really am losing it.

Her head lolls forward as I do it again, and I let my hand slide up her back to curl over her shoulder, holding her steady as I start to pound a steady rhythm.

There’s a sharp slap of skin that rings out in my apartment with every thrust, a staccato beat that plays in time to her gasps and her low moans.

I let the palm of my free hand rub over the swell of her ass, biting my lip as I give it one sharp smack that makes her tense up around me.

Not enough to bruise, just enough to make her shudder.

“ Bastard ,” she hisses.

I do it again, my eyes nearly rolling back with the way she clenches around me. “Stop pretending you don’t like it. We both know you do.”

Not that she’ll ever admit it. The first time had been an instinctual accident, one I had expected to have her pulling off me and storming out of my apartment—so it had been a surprise when a heavy moan had fallen out of her mouth instead, her entire body shivering. I haven’t forgotten. Doubt I ever will.

“That’s it,” I rasp as I slam back inside, letting another light crack of my palm fall against her ass. Her pale skin turns pink quickly, and I like knowing she might wear my handprint around for a few hours after this. “You can be a good girl when you want to be, Dani.”

“Hate you so much,” she slurs as both of my hands move to her hips to grip her tight.

“Maybe.” I can feel that familiar pressure building, feel the allover rush that tells me this won’t last much longer. “But you’re still going to come on my cock.”

I let one hand slide over her hip to press between her legs, finding that swollen bundle of nerves and circling it with a steady pressure from my fingers as I move in and out of her again and again.

My head falls forward and my eyes drift closed, focusing on the way she feels, on the sounds she’s making, letting them pull me closer to the edge.

“I’m— shit , I’m—”

I let out a string of curses as I feel her trembling around me, her entire body quaking as she pushes back against my still-thrusting cock as I move faster than before to chase my own release.

It hits me just as hard as it always does with her, drawing a shout from my lips as I stay flush against her ass while I pulse inside the condom.

Not for the first time, my hazy thoughts wonder what she would feel like without one, not that it would ever happen.

She’s boneless beneath me as I catch my breath, but even in her languid state, I can sense her closing herself back off. I let my head drop to her shoulder just for a moment so I can savor the orgasm for a second more before she runs off, breathing out a sigh before I pull out of her with a wince.

Dani is all business as I fall back naked against my couch, and I watch her lazily as she quickly grabs for her clothing and starts to button herself back up as if she didn’t just take me on my couch while moaning my name.

Okay, so she didn’t do all of that exactly, but it’s nice to pretend.

“What,” I call as she pulls her skirt back over her thighs. “No dinner?”

She rolls her eyes. “Hardly.”

“Fine.” I make a show of letting my fingers rub across my mouth when her eyes slide over to meet mine. “I already ate anyway.”

She wrinkles her nose, and for a second I think she might laugh, but she schools her expression quickly to the more usual annoyed look she reserves for me. “We have to stop doing this.”

“Sure,” I laugh, since arguing will do no good. We both know she’ll be back.

I haven’t really let myself consider the possibility that she won’t.

“I mean it,” she stresses. “No more.”

“Of course,” I answer with a lazy grin. “Whatever you say, Dani.”

She blows out a breath as she buttons the last button of her blouse. “Asshole.”

She bends to pet Purrgood once more near the door, but I don’t get so much as a goodbye—just the soft clicking of her heels across my wood flooring before my apartment door slams shut behind her.

I let my head fall back against the couch, sighing and wondering not for the first time what it is I’m doing with Danica Pierce.

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After a quick dinner (sans Dani, unfortunately) followed by a shower and feeding my cat, I’m more than ready to crash into bed; I always sleep better after Dani leaves, if for no other reason than she always seems to wear me out in the best way.

So I’m annoyed when my cell phone starts to vibrate on the side table just after I’ve plugged it in to charge for the night, frowning as I reach to click on the lamp and feeling it turn into a scowl when I notice the name.

“Hello?”

“Took you long enough to answer.”

I purse my lips. “Hello, Alexander. Good to talk to you too.”

“Cut the shit, Ezra,” he huffs. “Did you go over Lorenzo’s financial records yet?”

“I’ve been going over them all week. You already know this.”

“I heard Bianca hired Danica Pierce.”

“Yes, I’ve heard.”

Then I heard Dani moaning on my couch, I don’t say.

“Best news we’ve got this week,” my father chortles. “She’ll make it an easy win.”

I bristle at that. “Don’t be too sure. She’s won against me before.”

“Only because you got sloppy.”

I feel hot anger bloom in my chest, but I tamp it down. I learned early in life that you don’t talk back to Alexander Hart.

“Is there any other reason you called so late?”

“We’re holding mediation next week,” he tells me.

“Does Dani—” I hesitate, correcting myself from calling her so casually. “Has Danica’s firm cleared this?”

“No, but you’re going to make sure they do. Lorenzo wants this taken care of quickly. He’s already got a settlement plan laid out that you can offer Bianca. She’s got her own money. She shouldn’t put up much of a fight.”

She might since her husband is a cheating bastard, I don’t say.

“I’ll reach out to their office and set a meeting on Monday.”

“Good.” I can hear my father settling into the large leather wingback in his study, hear the strike of a match as he most likely lights up a cigar. “You know how important it is that we take care of this for Lorenzo. He’s an old friend of mine.”

Like I care.

“I don’t need the reminder,” I scoff. “I can handle it.”

“Don’t get smart. I can still give the case to your brother. At least I know he won’t fuck anything up.”

My teeth grind together at the thought of Eli, my older brother and Alexander’s perfect, asshole firstborn, in the courtroom with Dani.

“I said I’ll handle it,” I answer tightly.

“See that you do. Don’t get sloppy.” There’s a brief pause before he continues. “Your mother wants you to come to dinner this week.”

I grip the phone a little tighter, the mention of my mother always setting off waves of sadness that I can barely swallow. “I’ll try to come by.”

He hangs up without so much as a goodbye, and I angrily toss my phone back on the side table as I fall back against the pillows. I tell myself that at least I’ll get to annoy Dani first thing Monday morning.

It’s that thought that has me smiling as I drift off to sleep.