Page 29 of Wrapped in Red

I tugged him closer. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” Ezra smiled. “You want to take a shower and sober up a bit?”

“Only if you shower with me, princess.”

I climbed to my feet so that I could press my mouth against Ezra’s warm soft one to stop him from saying anything else. My hands slipped up into his hair, and I angled his head while his fingers dug into my shoulders. I stood up, and Ezra’s legs wrapped around my waist, his tongue finding mine inside the hot warmth of my mouth. I wanted to kiss away all his fear and doubt, make him smile, keep him happy all the time. I started to walk us toward the bathroom before I lowered him down onto the lid of the toilet.

“I want to rip those fucking shorts right off you,” I admitted.

Ezra beamed up at me. “I have others.” He watched as I put down the bathmat, turned on the water, and closed the curtain. I stripped out of my clothes and dropped them onto the floor.

“When you got here, I was...I was recording a video.”

“You what?” I stared at him.

He kept his dark eyes on mine. “Nothing with my face because of the bruises. Just below the waist.”

This was Ezra’s job. I couldn’t get mad at him for trying to make money, but I didn’t have to like it. “Okay.”

“I just wanted to tell you.” He worried his lip between his teeth. “Carson—”

I kissed him again before he could say anything else. I didn’t want to think about that right now. Not about other men or woman—because maybe he had female fans, too—seeing his body or what he did to it.

“I don’t want to hear about it right now, princess. What I want is for you to take off your clothes so you’re naked with me and get in the shower. Can you do that?”

Ezra nodded. “I can do that.”

He slowly slipped off the tank top, and I was happy to see the bruises on his ribs had faded. His nipples pebbled under my gaze. Then he got to his feet to slowly slip off his shorts. His cock jutted out hard and ready, a bead of precum teasing me as it hung from the tip. Ezra took a shaky breath as he met my heated gaze.

I tilted his head up with my finger. “You’re so damn beautiful, Ez. I hope your fans realize how lucky they are. That they get to see you like this.”

“Carson.” He swallowed, and I saw tears form in his eyes. “That’s... I don’t even know how to respond to that. Thank you.”

I stepped into the tub first and held out my hand so that I could help him inside.

“Come on,” I whispered.