Page 96 of Bless My Body

people know that I’m here with him. I’m sure I look uncomfortable, but I do my best to smile and

throw in an occasional head nod when appropriate.

Not many people ask me questions other than where I go to school and what I’m studying. They all

stare like I’m the new shiny prize. Some of them look at me curiously, and some look at me filled with

judgment. Which is fine. Nothing I’m not used to.

After my third glass of champagne, I feel my cheeks warm. I move my hand from Ezra’s arm down

to his hand. He interlaces our fingers and looks over at me with a soft smile that makes me melt. How

can a simple smile make my entire body light on fire? I want this man so much. I wish we weren’t

around a hundred of his parents’ closest friends right now.

He finishes his conversation with an elderly couple and pulls me off to a corner of the room,

making sure we’re hidden behind some fake plant monstrosity. He pushes my back against the wall

and slides one of his legs in between my thighs.

His eyes trail from my exposed cleavage up to my eyes. “God, you are so fucking gorgeous,

Celine. I’m the luckiest man here tonight.” Against my better judgment, I rock my hips on his leg. I

know it’s inappropriate, and anyone could walk this way and see us, but I can’t stop. My desire for

him has taken over everything else.

“I can’t wait to get you out of this dress tonight,” he whispers in my ear, his breath against my skin

causing a moan to escape my mouth. I hear him curse under his breath. I don’t know if it’s the

champagne or seeing Ezra acting all gentlemanly, but I’m being a needy bitch right now.

Ezra looks around us to see if anyone is watching before he takes my hand and pulls me into some

sort of closet down the hall. There is a bit of everything in here, from jackets to board games to

cleaning supplies, but I don’t have time to look around.

Ezra pushes me against the shelves, and his hand is immediately up my dress. Without warning, he

slips two fingers inside me. “Jesus, Celine. I’m surprised you weren’t dripping down your leg with

how wet you are.”

“I need you,” I whine, grasping for him in desperation. His lips are just inches from my face, but

he doesn’t kiss me. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, curling up to the spot where my body is

begging for him to hit.

“What do you need?” he asks, his warm breath on my lips making me melt further onto his fingers.

“I need all of you. I need you inside me.” He lets out a small groan.