Page 39 of Seizing Control: Part Two

I came so close to losing everything.

If Brutus had come five minutes earlier.

If Karlos had missed my vein with the hypodermic needle.

If the drug to fake my death hadn’t slowed my heart down just enough.

I wouldn’t be alive right now to experience this.

Once Garrett is done feeding, Lily shows me how to burp him. He snuggles into my chest, his pacifier hanging loosely from his mouth when he falls asleep a little while later. For a moment, I’m frozen, unable to move, caught in his thrall. The translucence of his skin. The familiar tilt to his nose. The thick hair that covers his head.

“He’s a mini-Slash,” Lily remarks. I nod. She jerks her head toward his crib. “Time to tuck him in.”

Again, she talks me through the entire process in a patient tone. I’m tentative, almost unwilling to let him go. We get him situated, then we end up staring at each other in the shadowy room. I scan Lily’s face for signs of her thoughts.

She stares back at me with uncertainty in her eyes.

When my sweet thing bites down on her bottom lip, I break.

My hands are everywhere.

In her hair.

On her arse.

Cupping her tits.

Palming her rounded belly.

Between her legs.

Curled around her nape.

“Have a shower with me?” I ask. My pulse is racing, and my body is electrified. Being this close to Lily again is like being tased, except I enjoy the agony. “I’ve had a day, and I need to clean up before I get in your bed.”

The wide smile that lifts her lips is the only answer I need.

Sweeping my woman off her feet, I carry her into the ensuite bathroom. The door is left ajar, open just enough to hear Garrett if he fusses. I toe off my boots, then allow Lily to undress me. Her touch is reverent as she pushes my suit jacket from my shoulders. There’s a tremble in her fingers when she unbuttons my shirt. It lands on the floor as well. With quick movements, she unbuckles my belt. The zipper is next. Her warm hand cups my hardening cock before her face flushes and she hits me with pleading eyes.

“If I get on the floor, you’ll have to help me up.”

“Sweet thing, you?—”

I stop speaking because Lily takes hold of my forearm and uses it to balances herself as she lowers to her knees. Peering up at me from between her lashes, her angelic face makes me curl my fingers into fists. I want to devour her. Like a savage. Conversely, I want to worship her. Treat her like she’s made of porcelain.

My contradicting desires hold me captive.

Lily puts an end to my stalemate.

She frees my cock from my boxer briefs.

Her fingers grip me with the perfect pressure.

I hiss when she spits on her other palm, then uses the moisture to work my length.

Her mouth closes over the engorged head.

A groan is ripped from my chest.

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