Chapter 95
- Ezra POV
- She moaned as I thrust into her. The water from the shower beat her back as she held on to the glass wall. I gripped her waist just in case the old cubical gave out on us. I nearly lost Summer twice in less than forty-eight hours. What was I supposed to do? Put her on a leash?
- “Uh, harder, Ezra,” she commanded.