Page 59 of Holly, Jolly, and Oh So Naughty

“Mmm?” She tosses her head, letting her hair drape over one shoulder like a curtain. When she leans over to kiss me, it tickles my bare shoulder and I shudder.

“You’re amazing.”

“I know,” Lily purrs. She braces her hands against my chest and then, suddenly, it’s like I don’t matter.

Lily falls into her own world, this picture of beauty rocking her head back and forth as she works herself up and down my cock. I’m here for her pleasure, and only her pleasure.

I dig it.

I keep my hands on her hips for balance, but she doesn’t need it. Lily is in control until the moment she reaches the cusp of her pleasure, and when she comes, her entire face lights up like stars have descended.

Her whimpers and gasps wash over me as my own orgasm crests, and I spill myself deep inside her with a grunt. Lily’s head finally falls forward, and forehead to forehead, she pants against me with a grin.

“Wow,” she croaks.

“I’m not done,” I say. Now that she’s trembling and limp from her second orgasm, I switch our positions and continue to fuck her for a few more thrusts until I soften. Then I slip free and disappear down between her thighs to pleasure her to her next orgasm.

By the time she comes, Lily is a gasping, trembling mess who can barely keep a grip on my hair. She lazily pats my cheek, gasping and moaning into my mouth as we lazily kiss and the last trickles of pleasure sink into her bones.

“Best date ever,” Lily whispers, suckling on my lower lip as the kiss breaks. “You wanna stay the night?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

We stay there, tangled together, until the early morning hours. Once sensation returns to our legs, Lily leads me upstairs and we share an intimate shower together. I wash her hair and she washes my body, and then we hold one another under the pouring hot spray.

Tomorrow. We will talk tomorrow.

When Lily pulls me into her bed and cuddles up to me, nothing else in the world matters. This is where I want to be.

Where I should have been these past seven years.

Such wasted time that I will do anything to make up for it.

Sleep takes me, and I tumble into warm dreams full of Lily and contentment until a strange banging wakes me. I jolt awake, finding the bed empty and the air around me cold.

“Lily?” I call, squinting at the clock. It’s just after eight in the morning. Sliding from the bed, I dress quickly because I don’t want Emma to see me in any kind of state of undress, then I slip from the room.

Something clatters in the kitchen, and I head down to investigate but halfway there, a familiar voice drifts to meet me with words that turn me to stone.

“You harlot! You know he’s engaged, don’t you?”

23

LILY

The most alarming thing about having someone pound on my door at eight in the morning wasn’t that I spilled coffee all over the counter but that I was only half-dressed because I’d planned on returning to bed and snuggling with James.

That plan goes right out the window when I open my door and a short woman shoves past me and storms into my home.

“Excuse me!” I gasp, struggling to keep my house coat wrapped around me. The door remains ajar as I follow the woman through to my lounge where she glances around and then storms into my kitchen. The moment she sees the spilled coffee, she scoffs bitterly and spins to face me.

“Well?” she demands. “Where is he, hmm?”

I am stunned. I’ve never seen this woman before in my life and she stands before me like she leaped from the pages of one of those lifestyle magazines. Her tightly curled, sandy hair peeks out from beneath a small hat covered in flowers. She wears a slim red dress and dark tights with a string of pearlsnestled among ruffled fabric along her neckline. She clutches a shining black leather bag between her hands, and her makeup is immaculate, if slightly powdery. With rosy cheeks from the cold and a tight, pursed, upside-down smile, I feel like I’m about to get the scolding of a lifetime.

“I’m sorry, who the hell are you? How dare you just come storming into my house like this? I’ll ask you once to get back outside before I call the police!”

“Oh, that won’t help you, dear,” the woman scoffs. “I know he is here. You can’t hide him from me. Enough is enough, you hear? I have had it up to here with all the lying and the sneaking and the pretending. This is over, you understand me?”

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