Page 18 of Dilectio
As I head downstairs, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a hallway mirror. My stunning outfit and bold makeup give me a boost of confidence, and I smile. Tonight, I'll enjoy a delicious seafood dinner and a surprise from Ezra, whatever that may be. And no matter what happens, I'll face it head-on, with the same courage and resilience that have carried me this far.
As I reach the bottom step, I catch sight of Paige, who's excitedly chatting with her dad about her sleepover at Uncle Dane's. She's a bright, curious eight-year-old who's already stolen a piece of my heart. I know that whatever happens between Ezra and me, Paige will always come first.
Ezra looks up as I approach, and his eyes widen as he takes in my appearance. A slow smile spreads across his face, and I feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach.
Ezra pulls up to the elegant seafood restaurant, and the valet opens the door for me. As I step out gracefully onto the cobblestone sidewalk, the warm glow from the restaurant's windows casts a soft light on my face, highlighting my sultry makeup and the daring red dress that clings to my every curve.
As we enter, Ezra's hand brushes against mine, sending a thrill through my body. The anticipation of the evening ahead is palpable, our shared attraction simmering just beneath the surface.
The restaurant is bustling with energy, the air filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses.
The conversation flows easily between us, despite our initial animosity. Ezra leans back in his seat, swirling his wine glass thoughtfully.
"You know, Quinn, building my tech empire wasn't all glitz and glamour. There were countless sleepless nights and sacrifices along the way."
I raise an eyebrow, unable to resist teasing him. "Oh? Do tell. I'm sure growing up with a silver spoon was just dreadful."
Ezra chuckles, shaking his head. "You've got me there. I can't deny that I was born into privilege, but it also pushed me to prove myself. I didn't want to be just another spoiled rich kid living off his parents' wealth."
His gaze meets mine, sincere and intense. "What about you, Quinn? You mentioned a breakup with your ex-boyfriend. What happened?"
I sigh, remembering the heartache. "He was wealthy too, but incredibly arrogant. It always felt like he was ashamed of me, like I wasn't good enough for him. Eventually, I had enough and walked away."
Ezra's eyes narrow, a hint of anger flickering behind them. "Well, he was a fool to be ashamed of you. You're so much more than just your background, all of us are.”
The compliment takes me by surprise, and I blush. "Thank you, Ezra. That means a lot coming from you."
As the night wears on, the intimacy of our conversation leads to a moment of vulnerability. With a hint of concern in his eyes, Ezra asks if I think he's too old for me to be hanging out with. I meet his gaze with confidence, my eyes sparkling with determination.
"Age is just a number," I assert. "I may be younger, but I've worked more different types of jobs than you and seen more of the harsher side of life. I'm not some naïve girl who doesn't know what she wants."
My words seem to reassure him, and he smiles as I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Our eyes lock onto each other, exchanging unspoken words of passion and desire. Our hands brush against one another as we reach for our wine glasses, each touch sending shivers down my spine.
Ezra playfully steals a bite from my plate.
"Hey, that was my dessert," I tease, feigning annoyance.
Ezra grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I couldn't resist," he admits, his voice low and sultry. "Besides, I think you'll find that sharing can be quite... enjoyable."
My breath catches in my throat at the insinuation, my mind drifting back to the kiss we had shared in the kitchen. The memory sets my pulse racing, and I wonder if tonight might be the night we finally give in to our undeniable chemistry.
As we leave the restaurant and slide into the sleek car, I feel a pang of disappointment. The evening has been magical, and I don't want it to end just yet. I steal a glance at Ezra, taking in his strong jawline and the way his eyes flicker with unspoken desire. As we drive home, the tension in the car is palpable.
I shift in my seat, feeling the heat radiating from his body even though we're not touching. My heart races, and I find myself struggling to catch my breath. Ezra's hand rests on the gearshift, his knuckles white as he grips it tightly.
When we finally pull into the driveway, neither of us makes a move to get out of the car. Instead, we sit there, the silence between us thick with anticipation. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, and I turn to look at him. Our eyes lock, and it's as if time stands still.
In that moment, all of the barriers between us crumble, and before I know it, Ezra's lips are on mine, his kiss urgent and passionate. I respond eagerly, our tongues dancing together as we give in to the desire that has been building all night. Hungry for more, I climb up from my side of the car and straddle Ezra in the driver’s seat, feeling like a wild animal in heat. He responds with pleasure, cupping my ass as I feel his strong fingers graze my panty line through the thin material of my dress.
Somehow, we make our way inside and up the stairs to my bedroom, our hands roaming each other's bodies, our lips never parting. As we stumble through the door, Ezra's strong arms lift me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. He lowers me onto the soft sheets, his body pressing against mine.
His touch is gentle yet firm, making me tremble with anticipation. Suddenly his mouth is on mine again, his tongue slipping inside as he shifts himself between my legs, lifting up my dress and exposing my black lace thong. I simultaneously feel him push aside my panties as thick fingers enter my wet pussy, and I gasp as pleasure radiates through me. He expertly explores every inch of my tightness, sending waves of sensation crashing over me and leaving me trembling with desire.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says through gritted teeth as his fingers glide in and out.
My breathing grows ragged and shallow, and I let out a moan of pleasure as my hips and his hand move together in perfect synchronization. His thrusts become more urgent, faster, and deeper until I can no longer contain myself. He circles the perfect spot on my sensitive clit until finally I cry out in blissful ecstasy.
I cling to him desperately, my fingers clutching at his back as my orgasm rockets through my body.