I press my knees to his hips, trying to draw him closer. “Enough with your fingers. Want the real thing.”

“Fuck, Dani. I really like you greedy.”

I don’t argue. It’s pointless. I am greedy for him.

His fingers are still wet from me when his hands hold my hips, his mouth open on mine as he notches against me. His harsh breath matches mine as he starts to push inside, and the delicious way he fills me, leaving no part of me untouched, is a sensation I’ve become wholly addicted to.

“Move,” I beg breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

I feel his palm between my breasts, pushing against my torso and urging me down to my back. He spreads me out over my notes and files, and there’s something about the idea of it that has my stomach twisting with desire. The picture we paint, both dressed and neat from the waist up but completely undone where our bodies are joined, has me clenching around him where he’s still buried inside.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes raking down the length of me and settling between my legs. “You’re fucking edible, Dani.”

His hands curl under my thighs, pressing at the backs of them to push them higher toward my stomach, leaving me splayed out for him. He leans to press his lips to the lace of my thigh-highs, his eyes shuttering as he draws his hips back just to glide back inside. I bite my lip when he does it again, and I try to hold back my sounds for fear of Larry wandering too close to my office outside.

Ezra’s head lolls as he watches the way he’s begun to steadily thrust in and out of me, seeming enraptured at how we’re connected. If he didn’t look so in awe of it, I might be mortified by the way he’s gazing at me. As it is, it only makes me burn hotter.

“Tell me this pussy is mine,” he rasps, snapping his hips forward so hard that a sharp cry escapes me despite my efforts. “I want to hear it.”

“Ezra, fuck, I—”

“Say”—his cock slides home roughly as I sizzle with delicious friction—“it.”

“It’s yours,” I moan. “Fuck. Harder.”

“Touch yourself.” His nails bite into the soft flesh of my thighs, and he picks up his pace until I have to reach behind me and grip the other edge of my desk to keep myself from scooting higher. “Please, Dani? I want to see you play with yourself. I want to feel you come hard.”

I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes as I obey, slipping my fingers between my legs and circling the already-swollen bud of my clit as sparks of pleasure prickle inside. My mouth parts in a silent gasp, the onslaught of his cock and my hand pushing me so close to the edge that I can practically taste my orgasm.

“That’s it,” he coos. “So perfect.” He bends his body, releasing my legs so I’m forced to wrap them around his waist. His hands brace on either side of me, leaning in close so that he can brush his lips against mine. “Now say that you’re mine.”

My back bows as I tense up around him, shutting my eyes for only a second as that sweet pressure starts to crest. “I’m—”

“That’s it,” he whispers, kissing me so gently that it feels impossible to reconcile with the still-furious pounding of his hips. “Tell me. Please.”

“Ah.” My legs start to shake, my pussy trembling as my vision blurs. Ezra is still moving, prolonging the almost-too-intense sensation that sparks inside, but his rhythm is stuttered now, his cock swelling so thick that I feel fit to bursting. “I’m yours,” I shout hoarsely.

Ezra groans long and loud, and I know that if anyone is outside of my office, it will be obvious what’s happening here. I just…don’t care. Not when he looks utterly blissed-out. Not when I can feel him twitching inside. Not when his body is so close that it almost feels like a part of me. His face is buried against my neck, and I make no move to shove him away, running my fingers through his slightly damp hair as we both try to collect our breath. I don’t know how much time passes before he finally lifts himself to hover over me, studying my expression with a sated look and a dreamy smile.

“Now that’s what I call a successful mediation,” he says.

I shake my head, but I can feel myself grinning. “Idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot.”

I pause at that, feeling suddenly unsure. I know what I said in the heat of the moment, but…

“Are you?”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“You said…you said I’m yours,” I manage, my voice too thick to even remotely pass as casual. “But are you mine?”

His smile is brilliant, and that increasingly familiar feeling of it lighting up all the dark corners hiding inside me is overwhelming.

“I’ve been yours for ages, Dani,” he says, his voice a low, sweet murmur. “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

I have to tug him down to my mouth, hiding my emotions with a kiss. Hiding the way I practically melt at his words. Like the last little bit of ice surrounding my heart dripping away. He really is purposefully infuriating, Ezra.

I’m starting to love that about him.

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Twenty-Five

“Ezra, are you even listening?”

I look up from my phone to find Alexander glaring at me from across his desk. I want to tell him that no, I wasn’t listening, that I could go my entire life without ever listening to him again, but I don’t do that. I keep my expression neutral.

“I’m listening.”

“I hope that whatever is on your phone is more important than work,” he chides.

I have to physically restrain myself from grinning. Alexander would absolutely become apoplectic if he knew I was sitting across from him and just beside his sleazy client flirting with the opposing counsel, and the image of that is enough to make me gleeful.

“Just checking an email,” I answer blandly. “I’m waiting on some news.”

“News that will help with the case, I hope,” Lorenzo snorts.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. The truth is, every day in court is tipping the scales in Bianca and Dani’s favor. The more Dani’s team discovers about Lorenzo, the more slimy it makes him appear. Even more truthfully, I am secretly all too glad to witness it happening. Alexander may be forcing my hand to participate in this farce of a trial to save his friend’s ass, but that doesn’t mean I have to root for the bastard.

“It certainly didn’t look good when your mistress forgot her own ‘diagnosis’ that you’ve been helping her pay the bills for when they called her to the stand,” I remark dryly.

Lorenzo’s face turns blotchy and red. “If you had done a proper job, she would not have been on the stand at all.”

“It’s hard to continue to quash subpoenas on the grounds of confidential information when we can’t provide anything more than vague references and a fucking plastic surgeon instead of an actual primary care physician.”

“I told you that you should have scheduled more prepping,” Alexander grouses. “LeeAnn isn’t exactly what one would call quick on the uptake.”

“Do not speak of her that way,” Lorenzo snarls.

Alexander lifts his hands in apology. “I’m on your side, Lorenzo. But we need to get on top of this or you’re going to be shelling out millions to your wife.”

“Bianca thinks she can just take what’s mine,” Lorenzo huffs. “Her and that bitch of a little lawyer she employs. They make quite a pair.”

My fingers grip the arms of the chair I’m sitting in, and I’m struck with the strong desire to reach over and cave in Lorenzo’s teeth. The way his lip curls when he mentions Dani, calling her that…it’s enough to have my blood boiling.