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“Thank you. I might need all the help I can get with this plan. I need to recruit some others. I have a friend named Baby Betty. She got in trouble the other day.”

“The golf cart incident?” Halle said.

“Yeah,” Lilly said while blushing. “You heard about that?”

“Everyone heard about that! It’s all the Littles around here talked about last night.”

Lilly winced.

“Hey, I know someone else who can help. Can you meet at the playground tomorrow morning at nine?” Halle said.

“I’ll ask my Daddy—I mean Edward—but I’m sure I can,” Lilly said. “Thank you.”

The two hugged again. Lilly grinned from ear-to-ear.

Operation Brat was underway.

Chapter 23

The following morning, Lilly awoke with mixed emotions.

She’d slept in the bed with Edward. Nothing had happened, but they’d been close. Just like that night several months back, at her house.

And it had been just as wonderful yet also as maddening. It was hard to be so near him yet unable to act on all the desire that swirled in her core. It had been like sleeping in a bed of electricity. And the sleep hadn’t come that easy. It was well past one that morning when she’d finally fallen asleep. Even then, her dreams had been of him.

That frustrating experience wasn’t the only thing causing her mixed emotions.

Edward had agreed to take her to the playground that day. She was all set to meet Halle and the friend she’d mentioned. Plus, Betty was going to tag along. That meant the potential for trouble. If all went according to plan, Edward would wash his hands of her.

That was the goal.

Right? she silently pondered.

She wasn’t so sure.

“You look lost in thought,” Edward said.

Lilly nearly gasped upon looking at him as he strolled out of the bathroom.

Oh. My. Gosh. What are you trying to do to me?

His member was long and thick, hidden from view only by the thin cotton of his boxer-briefs. The way it hung, she was pretty for sure she might see the tip poke out through the leg holes. She eagerly awaited.

Try not to stare. Try not to stare!

She clutched Ms. Duckworth tightly.

“Just… thinking about the fun I’m going to have at the park.”

Edward finished toweling off. Steam still billowed from the door, making the room slightly humid, the remnants of the hot shower he’d just enjoyed. The faint aroma of his bodywash and aftershave reached her nostrils.

She lost that battle not to stare. How could she have won? He was working the fluffy, blue towel over his abs, getting water from the hard crevices. She wanted him. She needed him something fierce.

Her pussy ached with desire.

Just once. It wouldn’t hurt, right? If we can’t be together, at least we could have the memory of one encounter.

One hot, sexy encounter.

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