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“Fucking tease,” he murmurs before he crashes his lips to mine.

My hands find their way to his belt and I start to pull it free, only for Ezra to back off.

“Wha?” I shake my head, unable to complete a full thought.

“As much as I would like for you to fall to your knees and take me deep in your throat, I have somewhere I need to be,” he says as he adjusts his belt.

“And where is that?” I ask as I cross my arms over my chest.

The action pushes my breasts up slightly and Ezra’s eyes follow the action.

He raises a brow. “Stop tempting me, Miss Blake. Unfortunately for the both of us, Drake needs me this afternoon.”

“Everything okay?” I frown.

“Nothing for you to worry about. We just have some business to take care of while we’re here. You’ll have to ask Drake.” He looks around the kitchen at the mess I’ve made. “It looks like you’ve been productive.”

“I have,” I say as I move to the sink. “I made the frittata, but I also prepped the meat for tonight. I thought we could grill and then maybe do some s’mores over the firepit.”

“Sounds like a plan. Do you need me to pick anything up for you while I’m in town?”

I think about it while I clean a dirty dish. “Not that I can think of off the top of my head.”

“How about I call you before we head back this way and ask then?”

I smile over my shoulder. “Are you going soft on me, Mr. Morgan?”

Ezra’s eyes darken as he steps forward, pressing his front against my back. He grinds his hard cock against my ass, and instinctively I arch into his touch.

“There is nothing soft about me, Miss Blake. Never forget that.” He leans down and kisses my cheek before backing off. “I’ll see you soon!” he calls over his shoulder as he walks away.

I shake my head and get back at the dishes. My body feels as if it’s on fire and Ezra, the dickhead that he is, started it and then never put it out. He lit me ablaze and left. Reaching down, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off, leaving me in my bra and a pair of short shorts.

“Breakfast and a peep show? Sign me up,” Santi says from behind me.

I turn, resting my back against the sink. “Oh look, you’re at the top of the list.” I smile. “How was your run?”

“Good. I ran into Drake and Ezra when I was coming out, and they were leaving. Ezra said you might need my help.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well you see…” I say as I push off the counter and start walking his way. “Ezra had the audacity to turn me on but not do anything about it.”

“That asshole,” Santi growls as he pulls me into him.

“That’s what I thought.”

Closing my eyes, I run my nose along his. “I don’t know what it is about you guys but ever since I met you, I’m constantly wet.”

Santi picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he sets me on the countertop.

“Lean back,” Santi demands.

I do as he says and his hands move to my shorts, pulling them down. I laugh as he tosses them over his shoulder. Quickly, I reach for the zipper between my breasts and lower it before shrugging it off, leaving me completely bare.

Santi moves to sit on the barstool, but I grab his shoulders, stopping him.

“No foreplay. I need you hard and fast.”

Santi’s eyes darken as he finds out just how wet I am.