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She looks over her shoulder at me, her lower lip tucked into her mouth in a devious, lust-filled smile. Well, that’s an answer, I’d say. An affirmative one.

I swoop in as if I intend to kiss her, but avoid her lips to say, “Spread your legs.”

Lily does so as I swipe my hands down her waist to her full hips, grabbing handfuls. I’ve worshipped her body over and over again in the past three months, and yet each time is still like discovering lost treasure. Her body is rich, and it is giving, and it ismine.

How quickly I went from feeling like she’d never be anything more than a distant glimmering mirage to having her entirely. Now, she is tangible and real, and I will never be able to let her go.

I follow the curve of her hips down, down, down, sinking to my knees as I trace the outline of each of her legs, both decorated with various smatterings of tattoos. Her rough drafts. I drop tomy knees and twist to duck under her groin and rest my back against the window.

I can smell her musk, even more potent from being cooped up on the plane all morning. Though I want to just dive in, I take it slow, lingering on the ‘and whatever’ tattoo on the inside of her thigh. In a strange way, it has become an erogenous zone. A pressing of play.

“God, Jackson, I need you,” Lily whines. “Please, it’s getting painful.”

I release the skin of her thigh and smile up at her. The view is spectacular. The soft flesh of her belly that is mostly unmarked, the heavy pendulums of her breasts, and her strained expression, framed by all those curls. “You need me that bad?”

“Uh-huh.” Her voice doesn’t even sound like her own, so high-pitched and desperate.

I’ll indulge her, my needy girl. I lick a stripe up her slit, gathering her honey on my tongue until I land on her clit. I engulf it between my lips and tug ever so softly.

“Fuck,” she murmurs, so quietly I might not have heard it if I wasn’t listening closely.

I dive in deeper, locking my arms around her thighs and devouring until her legs are so weak she’s practically sitting on my shoulders. She’s shaking, and I’m drowning in her beautiful everything. I’m so fucking hard it’s starting to hurt. I use one hand to palm at my cock through my pants. It’s not going to take much to push me over the edge.

Finally, she reaches down, grabbing a handful of my hair hard, pressing my face into her pussy. She moves her hips to find release. “Make me come. I want them to watch you make me—”

I dip my head back, allowing my mouth to move up to her clit. I suck, and she turns to ribbons over me. The sounds coming out of me are animalistic, vibrations causing her orgasm to come harder for longer. I give myself a squeeze and come in my pants.There are so many places I’d rather release. Her mouth, her breasts, inside as I’ve almost nearly done several times. But I need it now and, when I do, I groan into her.

Lily breaks the seal of my mouth on her, spreading her legs wider and falling into my lap. She presses herself against me. Her head falls heavy on my shoulder, and her breath heaves.

I lean back against the window and hold her like a baby, welcoming the cold at my back as it collides with the fire inside me. “Who needs lunch, you know?” I ask, weaving and unweaving locks of her hair.

Lily laughs. “Shut up.”

I chuckle. “Feel better?”

She nuzzles her nose against my neck. I feel the gentle scrape of her nose ring. “Much.”

I lock my arms around her back. “Well, there’s much more where that came from.”

Chapter 21

Lily

“Careful. Put her down here.”

I keep my eyes on my boots as I walk. One step at a time . . .

Jackson and Danforth are on either side of me, thank God. Otherwise, I’d tip right over. I’m afraid to look up again to see the world spinning.

“What’s wrong?” I hear Carina’s voice and her heels clipping across the lobby.

Jackson and Danforth place me on the edge of a chaise lounge in one of the many après lounges at the Zenith. I let out a heavy sigh, wanting to topple over and let my head hang between my legs.

“No, no, no, back,” Jackson instructs, pulling my body back so I can collapse onto a collection of throw pillows.

“We got to the top and everything started spinning,” Danforth explains from somewhere over me. “Dizzy spell. Could be the altitude.”

Carina laughs. “It’s never the altitude.”

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