13| With you

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Ezra stood at his desk, making his way over to me

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Ezra stood at his desk, making his way over to me.

"Can I see the dress now?" Ezra question. I rolled my eyes. "What did I say about doing that Hmm?" He hummed, licking his lips.

"Uhh, I can't quite remember. Would you like to enlighten me?" I jokingly asked.

He grabbed my throat, not tight enough to hurt me but with just enough pressure. He smirks. "What are you doing?" My voice comes out like a whisper.

"Showing you what you want goes through my head when you roll those pretty little eyes of yours." I gasped when he spun me around so my back was against his chest.

His hand was still wrapped around my throat. "Tell me if this is too much." His deep voice uttered in my ear, his lips brushing my earlobe.

My breath became erratic as his hand slowly slipped into the waistband of my shorts and his fingertips played with the lace of my panties.

My body heated under his touch. Fire spread through me as his hand moved closer to where I wanted it.

My beating core was just asking to be touched. I craved the touch he gave; I needed his hand to be everywhere on my body.

Ezra's finger brushed over my clit, causing my body to jerk slightly. "Don't make a noise, mia dea, or I might just punish you." He growled. The hand that was wrapped around my throat tightened just enough to keep me still.

A harsh breath slipped past my mouth when his rough fingers pushed into my heated core. I clamp my mouth shut as his fingers move in and out slowly.

"You're so tight around my fingers, amore." A moan pushed its way past my lips as he slammed his fingers into me.

"Do you want to be punished?" My body buzzed at his words. My brain racks my thoughts for answers. "Yes." I say it softly. Ezra pauses, making me whimper in disapproval.

"What was that?" He teased. Ezra, give me small hot kisses against my skin. "Yes." I spoke louder. Ezra spun me around, leaving my body cold at the loss of his touch.

His light eyes were captivating in the dim light of his office. "Shirt off and ass out." His raspy voice filled the silent air around us.

My heart is slamming against my rib cage as I slowly lift my shirt, revealing my bare chest. The cold air of his office kissed my skin, leaving chills on my body.

His gaze held fire. Yet I never knew that water and fire could mix. He doesn't give me time to strip from my shorts because his lips slammed into mine. He groaned again at my lips.

"Definizione di perfezione." I wanted to ask what it might be, but before I could open my mouth, he was already speaking.

"Turn around and bend over." He ordered. My chest caved, and butterflies filled the pit of my stomach. I turned around and did what he said.

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