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This is the second time he’s gotten me so worked up I can barely breathe.
“He kissed me like he knew exactly how I’d react. Like he was giving me something to remember,” I say out loud, knowing the recorder is capturing me coming undone. I let the words pour from my mouth as my fingers move in and out with intent. I let myself picture him standing at that window, watching and wanting me as badly as I want him.
I moan louder as I curl two fingers, straining for his dick.
“I wonder if he can feel it, too. The weight of this. The pull. The thing between us that doesn’t stop humming even when we walk away.” My breath catches. My hips lift. I need more.
I fumble for the vibrator buried under the crumpled denim jeans in my suitcase. It’s purple, thick, and veiny.
It’s not him, but it’ll do. I return to the bed and press it slowly against my clit. The buzz kicks in.
“Ezra. Oh,” I scream out, hips bucking, driving the head into my cunt. “Fuck, I need more…”
I imagine him kneeling between my legs, smirking as he watches me shove the toy deeper, inch by inch, until my pussy’s screaming, stretched around the fake ridges. I wish it were him. I’m fucking myself now, relentlessly, the vibrator’s base sliding into me. My free hand pinches my nipple hard.
I’m so close, muscles clenching. I’m so damn close to falling over the edge, and as I’m suspended in air, ready to spill over, I hear a knock at the door. His voice follows.
“Scarlett? I heard a scream. Are you okay?”
CHAPTER 14
EZRA
My name was sharp, clear, and it pierced through the night.
My body jolted forward, adrenaline flooding my veins, obliterating any rational thought. I was moving toward the cottage before my mind fully registered the urgency. The porch light cuts through the darkness, shadows dancing frantically around me as I race up the steps.
I don’t hear anything.
“Scarlett?” My voice is strained, and I don’t know why I’m panicking.
I reach for the door, heart hammering wildly, and knock urgently—once, twice, three times—sharp raps echoing against the wood. My breath is ragged, chest tightening as I wait for a response, every muscle in my body ready to move.
The door swings open abruptly. Scarlett stands there, flushed and startled. Her eyes are wide, swollen lips parted as she stares at me, cheeks bright.
“Ezra,” she whispers breathlessly, eyes darting over my shoulder, searching the shadows behind me as if something might be lurking.
Relief and confusion wage war inside me, my pulse still thundering in my ears as I take in her shaken appearance.
I search her eyes carefully, my voice a tense whisper. “Are you okay?”
Scarlett stands frozen in the doorway, her hand gripping the edge of her fuzzy robe like it’s the only thing holding her dignity in place. She blinks rapidly, confusion mixing with embarrassment as she stares back at me, clearly as startled as I am.
“Are you okay?” I ask again as my pulse slows just enough for me to register the awkwardness of the moment.
“I’m—y-yes,” she stammers, her cheeks darkening with a blush that reaches the tips of her ears. She shifts her weight nervously. “I’m fine. Completely fine.”
I glance around, confusion drawing my brows together. “Then…why were you screaming my name?”
She lets out a strangled laugh, quickly covering it with a cough. “Oh, that. I—uh—I thought I saw…aspider.”
“What color was it?” I ask skeptically, tilting my head.
Her embarrassment is starting to look painfully adorable.
“Black?” she insists weakly, biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“You must’ve been scared shitless,” I tease, my mouth twitching up into a smile.
