In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted #2)

by Love Belvin

when you’ve been called back to duty unexpectedly from a scheduled leave.” A slow and cunning smile crested upon his face. “Because if I had a choice, there’s only one face I’d prefer spending this rainy Sunday with.”

If I had I’d lose my cool and expose my internal blush.

“I won’t put her in the spotlight; she doesn’t prefer it, but because I’m sharing her time with you, I would like to acknowledge her privately.”

“Tidak ada air telah lebih dalam dan tidak lebih manis daripada yang antara kaki kakao anda.”

It was Indonesian for “No waters have been deeper and none have been sweeter than those between your cacao legs.”

It was In by William McDowell.

He faced me, almost belting each melody to me, but it wasn’t his typical hooded lids filled with clear lust. It was a hybrid of a blank stare and a piercing gaze, tuning everyone else out, privately communicating.

comfort is not a luxury in the Christian walk of faith. We should expect things to go awry and be prepared to respond to them in a manner that brings edification to the body of Christ, even when He isn’t the cause of the disruption.

They’re almost as smooth as my kitten’s delicate sienna skin, yet not quite. Nothing feels better against the pads of my fingers than her.

vanilla style.

cock.

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“I’m always hungry. You’re infinitely delicious,” I whispered over her soft skin as she raked the back of my head with her fingers.

Marriage should not be viewed as a grand-standing accomplishment. It is an incredible undertaking, the details of which are between a man, a woman, and their God. When I approached you, it wasn’t with the congregation. When I courted you, I didn’t do so with the knowledge of the world. When I proposed, I sought God, then you. Alone. It wasn’t until I married you did I publicly make known my agenda of having a lifetime partner, suited just for me. Such matters of covenant should be made alone.

“I guess it sucks to travel the same class and means as your guests, huhn?”

Ezra: Thanks for informing me, Alexis. Enjoy your time with your friends.

He about to pop up 😝

How could you go days with minimal contact from a person you have this type of physical connection to—and in my case, emotional? My feelings for my husband were slowly evolving.

Alexis was mine: mind, body and soul. She belonged to only me, and I wouldn’t have my wife strutting around here with her cheeks hanging out.

Nyree had never been a pleasant woman, in my experiences with her. When she wasn’t ogling me and sending suggestive glances, she was trying to belittle Alexis. I’d already decided I didn’t care for her much as a friend to my wife,

When it was my turn in line, I sighed at the opportunity. Who has their celebration on a crowded beach like this? It annoyed me to have to wait instead of being waited on. To have to take my turn instead of having things brought to me.

I wouldn’t dare deny myself of the sounds of her sensual torture. I lived for it, was addicted to it.

There was no way I could let her go. Couldn’t be more satisfied with this gift that I’d been bestowed. Almost every day I was reminded of the power of covenant.

“Who told you, you couldn’t cry?”

“Baby, you can cry, especially in front of me. I’m here to protect you, not to rebuke you for exposing your softer side. I want it all,” I murmured in her ear.

She fit perfectly in my fold, like no other woman before her.

Alexis’ girlfriend was resentful of her marriage. I suspected it actually ran deeper than that, but couldn’t verify it without knowing various patterns of their relationship.

“Don’t think your monthly dispelling is enough to keep me off of you. If you think I’d flinch at the prospect, you’re sorely mistaken, kitten.” I growled, instinctively. “I told you, it belongs to me even when you’re bleeding.”

“Ezra doesn’t love me, Ms. Remah,” she corrected, wryly. “The only thing that comes close to an attachment in terms of what he feels for me is what I have in between these hips, woman. Outside of that, I’m no more to him than the strangers he ministers to.”

A pang coursed my chest. Why would she paint such a morose picture of my feelings regarding her? I cared very deeply for Alexis. She’s my wife, for Christ’s sake.

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She was created just for me. To endure the beast.

I took a long gulp of my champagne. Must be nice, being in love...

You’ve been preoccupied with clothes all day. I’m sure you would appreciate going without for just an evening. Strip and slip into these. They should all fit. Carlos will arrive at exactly seven o’ five to collect you for dinner. Please be prompt. E.C.

“You are positively breathtaking, Alexis.”

“I have feelings of territorialism concerning you.”

“Yeah, but it seems ‘one way.’ You say I belong to you, but I don’t feel the reciprocity.”

“I do belong to you, Alexis, e...

“But it feels different. I feel I belong to you in an...

“Who’s giddy now?” he whispered arrogantly.

“I need to hear you, kitten,” he groaned in my ear, the sweet musk from my sex provoking me. “You’re safe here with me. Don’t make me wrench it from you.”

“Estuvistes estupenda, gatita. Eres la mejor. Ahora, como te podria recompensar? Hmmm?”

“You were so good, kitten. The best. Now how will I reward you?”

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I craved in ways I knew were unhealthy, but this soothed something sick deep within. I was obsessed with experiencing Ezra’s undoing. It leveled him—for me.

“I don’t know how I was able to maintain all those roles before you. I ran on fumes, worked my mind and body into the ground, and slept very little. I just…” He shrugged, eyes bouncing about. “…performed.

I want to be great. That’s what I thrive on. I’ve never been indifferent to mediocrity. I loathe it. Even attaining your hand in marriage, I pursued my need of you relentlessly. You’re my gift, Alexis.”

“I am grossly obsessed with your state of happiness with me because I don’t want to lose you. I meant it when I said my wellbeing depends on it.”

“My name is Ezra Travois Carmichael.

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