~Ezra’s Pov~
I couldn't shake her off my mind. Diana just had a way of slithering her way into my consciousness.
For the love of God, she was embedded in my skull like a bad weld—unbreakable, scorching hot, and impossible to ignore.
It was Christmas evening now, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, but all I could see was her. That garage.
The way I imagined her body yielding under mine, tight and eager, her p***y clenching around my d**k like it was made for me.
On so many occasions, I'd mentally f****d her raw against that wall, her moans muffled against my hand, and still, it wasn't enough. Hours later, and my d**k twitched at the memory, hardening against my thigh as I paced the living room, a tumbler of scotch in hand.
How the hell had
