Ezra
"And if you weren't a guard what would have you been?" I looked up to Ezekiel as I fed him the strawberry meringues that were prepared for us.
I was still straddling his lap whilst he laid down. His hands were on my hips and I could tell we were both trying desperately hard to ignore the fact I was pressing against his very hard front. I would tease him by moving around a bit which made him groan before he gave me a teasing glare.
"I don't know, I would have probably became a stripper. I'm quite good at it," he grinned.
I let out a breathy laugh as I shook my head, "I can't imagine you to be a stripper. You're too proper for that."
"Say that again?" he smiled.
"Say what?" I tilted my head to the side.
"Proper."
"Proper," I grinned and leaned down so I was flush against his chest.
"I love your accent," he ran his hands up and down my back.