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I feel untethered in the best kind of way. It’s like I’m free falling, but I know that at the end of this, my landing will be cushioned. Still, the thrill of the unknown courses through me. It’s like adrenaline but stronger, fueled by an emotion I’m not quite ready to name.

“You’re taking me so fucking well,” he praises before leaning down to kiss me, his mouth hot and wet against my own. “Fuck, Lilly. Everything about you is perfect.”

“Hng,” I reply – the most elegant response I can get out. As if the assault of pleasure on my body isn’t enough, his praise mixes with those good feelings, making my head fuzzy. “Isaiah.”

“Fuck, I love the way you say my name,” he groans, fucking me impossibly harder. I’m vaguely aware of the way his thrusts are growing sloppy, like his climax isn’t far away. “Say it again, Lilly.”

“Isaiah,” I whine, needing to obey every command he gives me for some inexplicable reason. “Feels so good, Isaiah.”

“Shit,” he curses as he slides his hand between my legs.

His fingertips find my clit, and he circles it gently. Fireworks erupt behind my eyelids. My whole body responds to his touch. My stomach tightens, and my thighs begin to shake. When my pussy squeezes around Isaiah’s length, he groans.

“God, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he says, his voice dropping even lower. Goosebumps raise on my arms as I rocket closer to climax. “You’re close, too. I can feel it. Fuck, your pussy is strangling my cock right now.”

“Isaiah,” I moan again, unable to do anything about my orgasm that’s about to bowl me over.

“Go on, Lilly,” he urges, driving his member directly into that spot inside me that drives me crazy. “Cum on my cock.”

It doesn’t take much longer for me to fall over the edge. I choke on his name, pleasure stealing the breath from my lungs. This orgasm takes over my body even more fully than earlier at the storage shed. He’s reaching parts of me that I didn’t know existed.

Before my climax subsides, his own slams into him. He grunts, my name on the tip of his tongue. I’m filled up even further. Wave after wave of his load is released into my cavern, and Isaiah keeps pounding it deeper into me.

When he catches his breath, he pulls out of me. Before getting off of me, he presses a kiss to my forehead. Then, he kisses me deeply on the lips.

“I’ll clean you up, then I’ll make us dinner,” he tells me, leaving me lying there in absolute bliss.

The next morning, I wake up to Isaiah getting dressed. He apologetically tells me that he has an urgent job for a client and offers to take me home. I agree, even though I’d love to stay here and snoop. I do have to figure out what I’m going to do about getting another job. Plus, he promises that he’ll see me as soon as he works out the logistical problem at the office.

When I get home, I feel more optimistic than I thought possible. Sure, I’m a little worried about rent, but I do have the money I’ve been saving for tuition that I can fall back on if I need to. For now, I don’t have to see my creepy ex-boss ever again, and I’ve found an amazing guy. This next chapter of my life is going to be even better than all the ones that came before it.

Chapter Six

Isaiah

I’m more than a little annoyed that this job took longer to complete than most. All I want to do is get back to Lilly, but I can’t sacrifice the integrity of this job. One wrong move and I could incriminate myself – or worse, get myself killed.

Eventually though, I take out the mark and call the cleanup crew. I don’t stick around to make sure they get here, trusting them to do their job. Instead, I head home, tell Lilly I’ve made us a dinner reservation, then take a shower, washing myself clean for her.

About half an hour later, I’m outside of Lilly’s apartment building, waiting for her to arrive. As soon as she comes down the stairs, an unfamiliar warmth blooms in my chest. Just the sight of her makes me feel lighter. It’s foreign, something that I’ve never experienced before.

Somewhere in my mind, there’s an urge to stamp the little spark out with my heel. I won’t do it, though. I care too much about Lilly already. I’ll get used to whatever this sensation is.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” I say as I get out of the car to open the door to the passenger’s seat for her.

She smiles, looking down at the sleek black dress that hugs her in all the right places. It’s cut just low enough to give a peek at her cleavage without being immodest. Her hair is pulled out of her face, cascading down her back.

“Thank you,” she says as she gets into my car, her face pink from the compliment.

“You don’t have to thank me for telling the truth,” I say before closing her in and getting behind the wheel. “I hope you’re hungry. This place has the best appetizers in the city.”

“That’s good, because I’m starving,” she replies, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“We’ll be getting there a little early,” I tell her, “but I might be able to pull some strings and get us seated before the reservation.”

“It won’t be a big deal if we aren’t. I’m just happy to spend time with you,” she says.

I glance over at her, pleased to see that she’s blushing bright red at her admission. Resisting the urge to tease her, I ask, “So, how was your day? You mentioned you were job hunting on the way there this morning. Any leads?”

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