Page 110 of Becoming His Mistress

“You’re just…” I lean back and bite my lip, beaming so brightly my entire face aches. “I just love you. Promise me we’ll always be this happy. We won’t become cranky and obsessed with making life hell.”

“I promise,” he replies, smiling just as fondly.

“Good.” I take the cart and push it ahead, passing a stack of promotional alcohol as we head to the checkout. “Life without you would be unbearable.”

He slaps my ass so hard it echoes and stings. I almost scream but instead just throw a carrot at his head while rubbing my sore rear with my other hand.

“I’ll kiss it better for you later,” he whispers in my ear and nips the lobe.

When his phone starts to ring, I take control of the cart again and watch him answer it out of the corner of my eye.

“Talk to me.” His smile falters. “Is it about Maria? Then no… I said no, Elizabeth—” I join a line of people waiting to be served and start placing our shopping on the conveyer belt. “No. We will talk at the hearing. Other than that, you can’t keep doing this… because it’s over that’s why. I’m hanging up now.” He tucks his phone away, stares at it for a beat, closes his eyes, inhales, I wait for him to count to six and then he smiles at me. “Where were we?”

I throw myself at him again, kissing his face, his lips, his nose… just everything.

He deepens it, pushing his tongue into my mouth, dancing it across my own in a more than pleasant way. We don’t separate until somebody clears their throat.

“Oops,” I murmur, feeling my cheeks heat.

He chuckles into my neck and we move along, placing our purchases into paper bags.

I’m not sure I could be any happier than I am right now. Well… I guess I could be when everything calms down and I make friends with his family again.

Speaking of his family, I did send Izabella a text telling her how sorry I am, but she never replied. I didn’t expect her to. This is going to be a difficult process, but I know when they see how much love Ezra and I share they’ll understand why we did what we did.

We head home with our groceries in the trunk, holding hands over the console like teen lovers. He listens to me chat animatedly about work and Laurie and whatever else jumps to mind, a gentle smile on his face the entire time.

Back in the apartment we put our shopping away side by side, and when done he lifts me by my hips onto the counter and we share a slice of delicious carrot cake. He feeds me it, giving himself a bite and then me and I wonder how I ever got so lucky.

“I forgot to tell you that Kylie dropped off some garment bags this morning, I hung them up in your side of the closet.”

His eyes light up. “Those are for you, not me. For our getaway.”

“Bikinis?” I question, smirking at the devilish look on his face. He nods yes and slides his hands up my thighs. “I love how much you love to look at my body.”

“You’re perfection, my own, real, personal adult magazine. I used to have women who look like you plastered over my bedroom walls as a teen.” He sucks on my lower lip. “Every night I’d fantasize about pushing my cock into them as their heels dug into my ass.”

“Is that why you like it when I wear heels?”

“That and the way your thighs look.” He dips his head and sucks on my neck, swirling his tongue around the mark there. His fingers drag up the grooves of my thighs, the muscles that I’ve gained from how much walking I do and how often I hit the gym in our flashy new apartment building.

I groan and then giggle when he starts pinching and squeezing.

Soon I’m finding it hard to breathe as he tortures me with his prodding fingertips.

Then he stops, leaving me panting and tingly. “Don’t tickle me.”

“But your snorting is so adorable.” He kisses the tip of my nose and picks up the cake. “As much as I’d like to ravish you again, I know you’re hungry. You need more sustenance than cake.”

“Sausage?” I question, grasping his hard cock through his jeans.

Growling, he yanks me off the side and deposits me on the tiled floor. “Behave.”

“I don’t want to. We can eat later.”

He laughs as I assault him, trying to push my hand into his pants. I only stop when he pins me up against the fridge, his chest against mine. “I don’t know what you see in me, a man with thirteen years on you—”

“And a half.”

He narrows his eyes on me and pinches my nose between his fingers. “But I’m grateful all the same… Little shit.”

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