Page 107 of False God

I tug her off the barstool and hoist her over one shoulder in one smooth motion, palming Lili’s ass to ensure her short dress doesn’t ride up even higher. Smirk at the sound of her shocked gasp as I grab her purse off the counter and head straight for the exit.

Once we’re outside, I set her down.

The valet gapes at me as I hand him my ticket. Lili huffs as she adjusts her dress, but I catch her grin before her hair swings forward to partially cover her face.

She loves to compete as much as I do.

My car revs up less than a minute later, the valet casting an admiring look at the vehicle before handing me the keys. I slip him a bill, then attempt to help Lili into the car. She swats my hand away, and I grin as soon as the door’s shut.

It takes me five minutes to decide where I’m going. Or to come to terms with it rather.

I wasn’t planning to come here at all. Even before I decided to go see Lili and Theo offered me a place to sleep, I planned to stay at a hotel instead of the villa.

But leaving without coming here feels wrong all of a sudden.

And some part of me wants Lili to see it, for her to hopefully be impressed while I still have something to show off.

For my last memory here to be with her.

She frowns, confused, as I turn down the lane. Lights line the driveway every dozen feet.

Before the final curve, I veer right onto the grass. Hit the brakes and shut off the car. Climb out.

Another door slams as Lili does the same.

“Where the hell are we?” she asks. “This isn’t?—”

I cut her off with a firm kiss, bracketing her face between my hands and backing her against the front fender of the car. I’ve been hard for her all day, watching her strut around the boat in a swimsuit. It feels like my balls must be navy by now.

She kisses me back with the same intensity, lifting one leg and wrapping it around my waist. Mewling eagerly into my mouth as she rocks her pelvis against mine. I grip her hips, letting her gyrate against me, but not touching her anywhere else.

“More,” she pants, breaking our kiss and sucking in greedy gulps of oxygen. “I need more.”

I drop my hands and step back. She teeters in her heels, gravity nearly replacing my hold on her.

Lili huffs. “Tosser.”

I almost smile, catching myself just in time.

“This isn’t all about you, Lili. You got my attention. You got me hard. What are you going to do about it?”

I’m not a fan of the wicked smile Lili gives me. Or rather, I love it too much.

It’s dangerous. Reeks of ruin. The smirk of a seductress.

A grunted “Fuck” spills out when she sinks down to her knees in the grass.

I have to rest a hand on the warm hood of the car when she palms my erection through the stiff material of my trousers. Grit my teeth when she slowly starts working the button and zipper, my weaker knee threatening to buckle the entire time.

I figured she was going to tug her dress up and demand I fuck her. Not get on the ground.

“Take off your shirt,” she tells me, reaching to tug my pants and boxers down.

My fingers curl into a fist as hers wrap around my throbbing dick. They look so delicate, the nails painted a light shade of pink, against the raised veins and flushed skin.

I grunt as her hold tightens, battling the urge to thrust. The teasing is torture, and she fucking knows it, staring up at me with wide, satisfied eyes as I struggle to retain some control.

I unbutton my shirt and toss it away, not caring where it lands on the grass.

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