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I’m nodding eagerly before he’s even finished. “Yes, yeah. Let’s do that. That sounds great.”
He chuckles and kisses me again, before grabbing the plate in Kohaku’s hands despite my protests and carrying it to the dishwasher. I look away from him to find five other pairs of eyes watching me with hungry gazes, like they all want to eat me up.
I hop off the counter and slide my hands down the front of my jeans, smoothing the fabric there. “I’m gonna use the restroom real quick before we get back to it,” I mutter as I hurry away.
Ezra Carmichael likes to take care of people. I never thought that would be the case, but as I watch him move around my bathroom, fussing over the temperature of the water in the tub, adding bath salts and bubbles and some kind of scented oil that smells exactly like my perfume, I come to that realization.
It’s not even just me, either. He wants to take care of everyone. While the rest of us flopped onto the couches, exhausted and sore from using magic that we don’t have an affinity for, he went to the kitchen to make us dinner.
A proper dinner too. Not just frozen pizza, but chicken with mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. He put effort into that meal. It was delicious and now my stomach is pleasantly full.
“Why don’t you have a chef or someone to help around the house?” I ask now as he dips his hand into the water again, testing the temperature.
He glances over at me and then moves until he can slip his hands under the hem of my t-shirt to tug it up and over my head.
“Did you not like dinner?”
I roll my eyes as he drops the fabric onto the floor. “No, it was delicious. I’m just curious why Ezra Carmichael, heir totheCarmichael fortune, is cooking dinner rather than paying someone to do it.”
He leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose as his finger trails a line down my stomach to the button on my jeans. “I enjoy cooking. I enjoy providing for the people I care about. It’s not quite the same thing to pay someone to do it. I mean, sure, there are things I know I have to pay for. I can’t sew for shit, so I can’t make clothes for you. I can’t fly an airplane or sail a boat. But I can drive a car and do my laundry and cook for my girlfriend. Why would I pay someone to do those things when I’m capable?”
He flips my button open and then slides his hands down my hips, taking my jeans with them, sliding his palms all the way down the outside of my legs, until I can step out of them. “That’s very sweet, you know?” I say, lacing my fingers into his hair, loving the silky feel of it. “That you like to take care of us.”
He leans forward and nuzzles into my belly, his lips trailing over the soft curve there. “I’ll always take care of you, Ro. Whatever you need.”
He looks up at me, still kneeling on the floor, his lips hovering over my skin, just barely brushing. Holding his gaze, I reach behind me and unsnap my bra, letting the cups fall and the straps slip down my arms, until I’m bare to him.
His eyes darken and his tongue darts out, almost like he can’t help it, to taste my skin. And then his fingers curl around the elastic of my panties and he waits, his eyes holding a question.
I don’t hesitate to nod. A moment later, I’m totally naked in front of a fully clothed Ezra Carmichael. He stays kneeling, his hands cupping the back of my upper thighs, the tips of his fingers caressing my ass as he just looks at me. “Fuck, Ro,” he groans, pretty amber eyes slipping closed before he leans forward and licks a line from the top of my pussy up to my navel.
“Shit,” I hiss, head tipping back, close to coming even though he hasn’t touched anything important. I’m that horny from Kohaku earlier and Ezra just feels that good.
“Ezra, please,” I whisper, hands clamping in his hair.
“You need me to lick you? You need to come on my mouth, baby?”
I swallow and nod. “Yes, Ezra. I need you.”
A full body shudder wracks his body, a shiver of pleasure, as his eyes slip closed. And then he urges me back until my butt hits the vanity. He lifts me onto the edge, still kneeling for me, like I’m his master and that is where he belongs. Once I’m seated, my thighs part and he doesn’t waste time, diving forward to latch his lips on my clit. I almost come right then, my fingers tight in his hair, my legs moving to drape over his shoulders.
“Fuck, you taste so good, baby. Better than I imagined. So much fucking better.” And then he’s back to licking, groaning and growling as he feasts on me, his tongue swiping up to circle my clit and then back down to thrust inside me.
My shoulders hit the mirror. My hips grind against his face, and I’m pretty sure I might smother him with my thighs, but he doesn’t seem to mind, as he continues to destroy me with his mouth.
I can feel his eyes on me, looking up my body as he learns what effects me the most, what draws the loudest moans from my lips, what makes me shiver with pleasure. If I’m honest, I’m not sure what he’s seeing because everything he does makes me feel amazing.
He slides a hand up my thigh and inserts two fingers inside me, thrusting them roughly into me, and my mouth falls open on a cry. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Squeeze my fucking fingers. Take what you need.”
His teeth scrape over my clit, the slightest sting of pain in all that pleasure, and I come screaming at the ceiling as my fingers fist his hair and my hips grind against his eager mouth. His fingers keep working in and out of me, carrying my orgasm on and on.
It takes my blissed out mind a while to realize that he’s mumbling something between my legs, his lips pressed to my overly sensitive clit making me shudder. I can’t make out the words, the shape of them strange to my ears.
“What are you doing?” I ask, fingers stroking languidly through his hair.
He looks up at me, amber eyes burning. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to do it with nothing between us. I’m going to come inside you and I’m going to make you mine, Ro. And in order to do that, I need to do a spell.”
My brows shoot up. “You have to spell my pussy before you can fuck it?” Should that insult me?
