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grinding shards of broken glass.
    Ezra thinks none of us are privy to his alter-ego, and he’s mistaken. I’ve always known. Master Ez is trying to hold back Ezra’s true nature- the hell with that heterosexual sociopath. I want the guy I’ve yearned to fuck since before I could get hard- the guy who made me realize I was gay.
    “ Is your bastard of a husband giving it up on a regular basis,” I bait him, knowingly, and he winces. “Hmm…” I purr, “Such a shame. Cort must have the fortitude of a saint to resist your magnificent, firm ass.” My eyes dart to the object of our conversation. I tilt my head to the side to get a better angle and he grimaces. A soft chuckle rumbles up my throat when Ezra playfully flexes his buttocks in invitation.
    “Whitt,” he hisses, Master Ez glaring out his stormy eyes. “Don’t go there,” he warns.
    “I don’t have any idea what it’s like to be married to someone who isn’t your ideal,” I sigh in mock suffering. “Nary a clue on how it feels when your spouse won’t fuck you.”
    “I’m not in the mood to play this game wit h you, Whitt. You won’t win,” Ezra threatens, fists clenching at his sides.
    “But then again, I married out of self-preservation and survival. The a gony you must feel every time Cort rejects you. Oh, Ezra,” I say with false sympathy, “You really shouldn’t have married a man who isn’t gay- they make the worst sort of partner,” I scold.
    “Why is it that no one sees you clearly,” he growls out of frustration, Ezra leaking through his Master Ez façade.
    “You tell me,” I taunt, “Master Ez.” I smile to lighten the mood, m aking sure my dimples indent. Ezra’s eyes track the movement, lashes casting gorgeous half-moons on his cheeks.
    “At least I’m married to the people I’m attracted to. You marrie d a woman for Christ’s sake,” Ezra venomously spits like the thought left a nasty taste in his mouth.
    A deep chuckle pours from my lips, gaining the attention of everyone in the dining room. “Says the one married to a woman,” I stress. “You’re one to talk. You’ve fucked my wife more than I have. Let’s be honest. Regina is more man than either one of us. You don’t fuck her, she fucks you.”
    Ezra shuffles he feet and I know I’ve won. His hands seek the depths of his pockets, no doubt masking his reaction to our conversation. Ezra’s annoyed, but I know he is reliving every sexual moment he’s ever had with my Queen.
    “Regina doesn’t count,” Ezra sheepishly says. “She’s just a man who happens to have a vagina.” He blushes and looks away. “I’m not gay,” he declares, and I bark a laugh.
    “Sure you’re not,” I say sarcastically. “I know you love Kat. Anyone can see it. But she’s not enough for you , and she knows it, too. It’s not about sex when it comes to her. I understand because that’s how it is for me when it concerns Regina. You’re not enough for Cort, and you know it. It’s too bad since Cort is without a doubt enough for you.” I soften my voice to lessen the blow, but a pained expression flashes across Ezra’s face anyway. It’s a hard truth that he’s come to accept a long time ago.
    “You think I don’t know that, Whitt?” Agony and rejection scream from his voice. Ezra’s eyes turn into bottomless pools of pain. “If… it could work for the three of us if Cort would relent.”
    “I know,” I gravely say. “You need a pass.” My brow pops in silent challenge.
    “What?” Ezra whisper-shouts, but heads still turn in our direction. Our spouses, parents, and children take an avid interest in our very private conversation.
    “Ya wanna use your inside voice,” I tease with a chuckle. “U nless you want them to know I’m propositioning you right this second.”
    “You’re propositioning me?” he asks in disbelief and uncomfortably shuffles on his feet.
    “Ya think,” I sarcastically murmur. “Here’s what I know. You’re miserable. You