Oh, Ezra, please don’t stop, keep touching me right there. Yes, right there. “Mm,” I moaned when his finger rubbed against my tiny nub.

“Sarah! Sarah! Wake up,” I heard someone shout at me. Opening my eyes wide, I saw that it was Ezra.

“What are you doing here, in my room?” I asked him after I finally got out of my sleepy state.

“My wife said I should wake you so you could come down for breakfast, it’s a lucky thing I did, or else she would have known that something is going on between us by the way you have been moaning and murmuring my name in your...