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“She sure has, Cunty,” Robert interjects so I slap my hand over his mouth.
He laughs and steps away from me. “I’ll make coffee.”
“I’ve got it,” I call, following him. “Ezra, we’re at home. He knows about us.”
“Huh, does he?”
“He kind of guessed.”
There’s silence.
“Ezra?”
“I’m here.” He clears his throat. “Just processing.”
“I know that feeling…” I wasn’t meant to say this aloud.
“I shouldn’t have gone last night.”
I glance at Robert and smack his hand when he reaches for the coffee grinder. Laughing, he moves to the machine, ducking when I throw a silicone oven glove at his head. It thuds on the wall behind him.
“Are you there?”
“Y… yeah,” I squeak, dodging the same glove when it returns. “We’ll talk when you get here. Okay?”
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
“Fighting over coffee,” I grind out, squealing when he twists a towel and flicks it at my thigh. “Just hurry home safe.” I hang up and turn on the maniacally grinning Robert. “Oh, you’re so fucking dead.”
It takes Ezra no time to get here, and when he does, he’s covered in sweat, wearing a dark gray wife beater and lighter gray shorts. He’s been working out. He catches the flare in my eyes and winks.
“Here’s the adultering dog,” Robert comments and though his lips are smiling, Ezra and I both caught his tone.
“Don’t,” Ezra mutters when I walk to him and kiss his lips. He grins and winks at me and wipes his face and neck with the towel hanging over his shoulder. “Did you have fun?”
“It was insane,” I respond energetically. “Right, Rob?”
“What she said,” he replies, eyes on Ezra but they lack that friendly light that usually glows from them. “Can I have a word?”
“I was waiting for it,” Ezra mutters and sighs gravely. He kisses my temple, squeezes my hip, and they both go out into the hall. I leave them to it; I don’t spy though I really want to.
When they return it seems the air has been cleared though it took nearly thirty minutes. I brew a fresh pot of coffee and giggle when Ezra wraps his arms around my waist and bites my neck.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear sending a tingle of warmth down my spine. “Sei cosi importante per me. Don’t listen to others. They don’t know us or what we have.”
“Ti amo,” I reply just as quietly and turn in his arms to accept the kiss he grants me.
We only pull away when Robert clears his throat and mutters, “I need to get laid.”
I laugh at him over Ezra’s shoulder and he winks at me, a sadness to his eyes that I don’t understand but also acceptance.
The next day when I accompany him to the airport, I learn that the acceptance was because Ezra persuaded him. Apparently, they had heated words where Robert told Ezra to let me go, but Ezra convinced him that maybe, just maybe he’d found happiness beyond compare.
Chapter Thirty-Three
He takes my side, even against the ones he loves the most.
“Why are you so beautiful?” Ezra asks as I lean over his desk highlighting key parts of a sales sheet that he needs to go over. We’ve been ordering parts that we no longer use, a stupid error but an expensive one.
My cheeks heat. I ignore him and keep doing what I’m doing.
“Let’s go away for a week. Use our annual leave to go somewhere together.” His suggestion has me looking up from my job and my smile lifts when I see he’s serious. “Rome? Paris? The Maldives?”
“And who is going to look after the office?”
“We’ll schedule around it, there are people who can step in and take over the less important things that we do.” He trails his fingers up my arm. I shiver and my skin breaks out in tiny little goosepimples. “What do you think?”
“Somewhere warm and quiet…” I slide onto his lap. “With beautiful places to explore, and a sea to swim in.”
“I’ll get to see you in bikinis all day every day, I want you to wear nothing else. Except maybe…” His hand slides down my leg, massaging and kneading as it goes, before it lifts my foot high, showing my high-heeled black pumps. The underside is red, and they were very expensive. One of Ezra’s many gifts that I keep finding in my closet. He will order things for me or buy things himself, things he wants to see me in.
“These. The way your legs look when you wear heels.”
It makes me feel so incredibly sexy, especially when I surprise him by waiting somewhere in our apartment wearing the lingerie and heels he purchased for me. This morning I waited on the balcony in nothing but these heels and black lace over a dark green satin negligee. We didn’t have time to have sex, but we did make out like teenagers, groping each other and grinding all up on each other’s bodies.
