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EZRA
Aaron and I had always been a bit handsy with each other, but after sharing that kiss in the middle of the night, he’d definitely become more insistent in showing physical appreciation.
And I didn’t push him away. My body craved his touch, the pads of his fingertips trailing over my forearm. The heat of his palm on my lower back.
The brush of his entire body while leaning over me to reach into the cabinet when a simple excuse me would have worked. Those were the best encounters with temptation—Aaron’s hard, muscular form along my backside. Riotous feelings erupted to life inside me.
Every. Single. Time.
And I craved it, salivated for another taste of his mouth while he thrust his hard length against me.
I didn’t bother trying to limit how often I gave myself relief, taking m
