Page 97 of Bless My Body

“You’ll have to wait for my cock. Right now, you’re only getting my fingers. But I promise I’ll

make it worth the wait.” He pushes his thumb to my clit. I’m so wound up that after a few circles, my

orgasm hits me, causing me to tremble in Ezra’s arms.

Everything feels so perfect when I’m in Ezra’s arms. I feel calm for the first time tonight just

knowing that he’s got me.

Once I can stand again without Ezra’s help, he slides his fingers out of me and brings them to his

mouth, tasting me. A shudder runs down my spine. I just came, but I already feel like I need him again.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m never like this, but Ezra… Ezra just has me feeling all kinds

of things. Things I never thought I would feel, especially not with him. I don’t know if it’s because our

thirty days are almost up, but I feel like I need to be with him. Like I need to get the most I can out of

him in the next twenty-four hours. My heart feels frantic, and I don’t like it one bit.

He helps me adjust my dress to make it look like he didn’t just finger me to an orgasm in a

hallway closet in the middle of a party. When we finally leave the closet, my heart rate has slowed,

and I feel like I’m ready for another glass of champagne.

“Hey, I’m going to run to the bathroom. Will you be ok for a minute?” Ezra asks.

“Yeah, go on. I’m good.” He smiles at me and kisses my temple before walking down the hall to

the bathroom. As soon as he’s out of sight, I turn my gaze and immediately lock eyes with Ezra’s

mother.

She’s staring at me from across the room like she knows what we just did. I suck in a breath and

pray that my face doesn’t look as red as it feels. She does not look happy. She hasn’t looked happy

since the moment I walked in with her son.

We have a staring contest for what feels like forever but probably twenty seconds. She breaks our

connection first, thank God.

I turn and walk further down the hall, away from the party. I don’t know where I’m going; I just

know I need a minute to get some air.

I end up in the kitchen that looks like it’s straight from a show on the cooking channel, but I notice

a door off to the side. It leads me out to the side of the house, which is completely empty except for

one woman. I shut the door behind me, trying not to disturb the woman scrolling through her phone.

I gently run my hands down my face, careful not to mess up the make-up Stella spent hours putting

on me this morning. I let out a sigh. It’s a lot of work being at a party like this with people like this.