Chapter 76

  Wren

  Music.

  Whiskey.

  The crowd.

  Ezra's scent...his hands...his lips...his length.

  All my senses are on fire, nerve ending stretching to the surface.

  My pulse quickens, our lips devouring each other's, nipping, biting, sucking. I feel heady, dizzy... I'm drowning in this man, and I don'...

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