Chapter 15. A Punishment Tool

Wren POV

“You’re going to hold that over my head, aren’t you?” Ezra drawls. “I said I’m sorry, and I promise you, he’s going to pay for talking to you.”

I scoff, staring at the boxes of durex.

“Ribbed…flavored…” my nose wrinkles, “…that’s gross. Extra large.” I snort at that, my eyes locking on his frame. “You wish, Ezra.”

He glances over, smirking. “You saw for yourself last night, didn’t you?”

My laughter dies out immediately, the memory of his fists stroking his cock flashes in my mind.

“You know,” I clear my throat, “…you should really lock the doors when you’re doing things like that.”

“And miss out on having you watch me? Nah.”

I roll my eyes, heat threatening to crawl up my cheeks. “Ray would kill you for saying that to me.”

“He would,” Ezra agrees, chuckling. “Good thing I’m only saying it to piss you off.”

“Then you lie that pissing me off doesn’t turn you on.”

Ezra snorts. “It doesn’t. I jus