Page 3 of Sinful Temptation

Yet here I am.Burning for him.

But he must stay a fantasy. I could never go there with him.

Ever.

CHAPTER TWO

LILY

After filming some new content,I hopped in the shower and washed the night away from me.

I doOnlyFans.

It was meant to be an interim earner when I got made redundant from my corporate job, but the money was just too good and once I had a taste, well, I didn't want to stop.

Stepping into my large bedroom, I tighten my towel around my slender body and sit in front of my dressing table.Smiling at my reflection, my cheeks still a little rosy from my orgasm, I start applying my skin care.

I pull at my brow line, before lifting them up and down, frowning slightly. My botox was already beginning to wear off.

Rough drying my hair with the towel, I drop it to the floor and reach for my hair dryer to finish the job. Brushing through my now dry, blonde hair, I add product to tame the loose bits and then walk towards my bathroom, hanging the damp towels on the heated rail and reach for my violet silk dressing gown. It flows down to my feet, fanning out and has large, flowing sleeves with soft fur lined around the cuffs. Tying it up, it dips between my cleavage, a tease of my full breasts on show.

I had them done for my thirty-eighth birthday. A present to me from me.

I was all about self-care and self-love.

I wanted the full boobs, the fresh face, the full lips.

People may judge me but I didn't care.

I loved myself and my body.

Waltzing back towards my dressing table, I reach for body spritz and spray it across me, smiling as the warm scents of coconut fills my senses. I place it back and then head for the door, opening it quietly as I pace down the hallway. Just as I get to the first set of stairs, my eyes drift up and I wonder if I should check in on them but decide against it as I begin to walk downstairs.

Reaching the bottom, I pad quietly down the hallway and towards the kitchen, glancing at the time. It's just past two a.m.

There is no chance the boys will be asleep; they normally stream to around three or four a.m. then sleep the morning away.

Turning the kettle on, I wait for it to boil as I reach for a large mug and throw a teabag in, adding milk and sugar and then filling it with boiling water.

This was my little ritual once I finish a late shift.

A cup of tea and four digestive biscuits to dunk.I feel like I need it more tonight, so I swipe another two.

Opening the fridge, I slip the milk back into the door and when I close it, I jump when I see Ezra standing there.

Large black tee, skinny ripped jeans and sharp killer jaw.

“Oh, I didn't expect to see you,” I whisper, stepping back and wrapping my fingers around my hot mug of tea and grabbing my biscuits as I pace towards the breakfast bar.

“I was hungry,” the low rasp of his voice causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand and I refuse to look at him.

“There are leftovers in the fridge,” but he is already next to me, blue eyes locked on me as I slowly turn to look at him, eyes a little wide. I don't miss the way one corner of his lips lift.

“Thank you,” he licks his lips and lets his eyes fall to my now heaving chest as it rises and falls a little quicker.

I give him a nod, then turn myself forward as I pick my biscuit up and dunk it softly into the tea and then take a bite, the buttery biscuit melting on my tongue.

I am aware he is still standing there, watching me as I eat.

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