Page 52 of Payoff Pitch

His hands move to the zipper on the back of my dress. “Is this okay?”

I nod, and he slowly slides the zipper down my back. I can feel his hands shaking as he does so. It’s sweet how nervous he is.

My dress eventually falls to the floor. I step out of it and turnaround. I’m in white satin panties and a matching strapless bra. It’s in stark contrast to my sun-kissed, naturally darker skin.

His hazel eyes drink in my entire body while the bulge in his pants pushes against his zipper. His jacket is gone. He must have removed it when I was looking at the photos. Ezra Decker is imposingly handsome.

I can now see his hands shaking and he notices my line of sight. “I’m sorry. I’ve fantasized about this so many times. I’m having a hard time believing it’s real.”

I wish I could say the same, but I can’t. My fantasies are full of a certain bearded, older man.

I hate that I’m thinking about Tanner right now. Ezra deserves all my attention. I shake off my thoughts and do my best to return them to the wonderful man standing in front of me, dying to touch me.

I grab his hand and bring it to my face. “It’s real, Ezra.”

The backs of his fingers stroke my cheek before he moves his lips toward mine. I welcome them with my own and slide my tongue into his mouth.

His taste is like him. Sweet. Comforting.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m pinned to the wall and his hands lift the backs of my thighs until my legs are wrapped around him. I lock my ankles and try to match the intensity of his kiss.

His hardness presses between my legs while his hands roam my body. It feels good, but I don’t feel the same fire I felt with Tanner.

Stop it, Bailey.

I’m committed to pushing Tanner out of my mind. Ezra is here and wants me. Desperately wants me.

His hands squeeze my ass, and he mumbles into my mouth, “You taste even better than I thought you would.”

He kisses down my neck, which is a big erogenous zone for me. I love having my neck kissed. I finally relax and begin to truly give in to the pleasure, relishing in what he’s doing to my body.

His hardness rubbing me and lips on my neck finally have me where I need to be. In the moment, enjoying this.

Ezra’s face is clean-shaven and is rubbing against the area between my shoulder and neck. I can’t help but start to imagine what Tanner’s bearded face would feel like on my neck. I bet it’s rough. I bet he’s rough. Everything about him is just so domineering.

I moan, “Tanner.”

Ezra freezes. At first, I don’t know why. It takes me a moment to realize what I’ve done.

Oh my god.

He slowly drops my legs and takes a step back. His face is pained while the guilt fully sinks in for me. I’m a horrible person.

Tears fill my eyes, and I cup my mouth with my hand. “I’m so sorry, Ezra.”

He runs his fingers through his wavy hair. “It’s Tanner? I knew it was someone, I just didn’t expect it to be him.”

Leaning against the wall, I close my eyes and let the tears spill over. “I don’t want it to be.”

“But it is.”

I nod.

“Why did you come home with me?”

“Because I want it to be you.”

“But it’s not.”