~Diana POV~
I sprawled across my unmade bed, the sheets tangled around my legs like a lover's desperate grip.
It was Christmas morning, but who gave a f**k about holidays when my body burned with need?
The photo of Ezra Kingston stared back at me from the nightstand, his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes captured in that damn corporate headshot I'd swiped from my dad's office.
He was my father's best friend, the big-shot CEO of Kingston Luxury Autos, and every time I saw him, my p***y clenched with raw hunger.
At 28, I was a grease-monkey mechanic, elbow-deep in engines all day, but beneath the oil stains and coveralls, I was a s*x freak who craved the kind of pounding that left bruises on my p***y.
My fingers trembled as I reached for the drawer, pulling out my favorite toys. Fir
