Page 53 of The Player Penalty
Only a week, and she’s already familiar with everything in my home. Sarah once claimed my place is a mystery, but that’s only because I don’t enjoy visitors. People will ask why two houses are on my property, which means explaining. Plus, guests imply some trust, and I don’t have any. You’re letting a person into your home, after all. I haven’t wanted that in a very long time.
“Dinner is ready, too. For after.”
Our eyes meet, and her quick nod shows a noticeable tension. Lily reaches for her hair, only to give up after remembering she pulled it back.
“I’m nervous,” she says in a voice barely above a whisper.
So am I.
“Don’t be.” I put my arms around her and take in the scent of lemon and vanilla. I’ve noticed it before, but it’s especially heady tonight. “We can stop at any point if you change your mind. The only rule is we take care of you.”
“And you.”
“All I want is whatever you ask of me.”
Lily takes a sip of wine and determinedly puts the glass back on the countertop. I do the same. “Then let’s go to the bedroom.”
Carrying her over the threshold doesn’t feel correct, partly because it’s only four steps. Instead, I grab her hand, and we walk in together.
Inside, I click on both bedside table lamps, deciding they’re less harsh than the overhead light.
“We can stop at any point.”
Her features stiffen. “I won’t change my mind,” she says, and I smile at her bravery. Lily’s stomach is probably fluttering like crazy, but no hint is visible on her features.
I reach behind and peel off my shirt, deciding to go first. “I’ve been picturing you since that white dress.” Sarah knew exactly what she was doing. It turns out I have a kink when it comes to Lily. So what?
I spent months reminding everyone of the ten-year age difference between us, and Sarah ignored it like she always does. If a person speaks loud enough, it’s likely because they’re trying to convince themselves most of all. If that’s what I did, it didn’t work. My rule about no close friends is completely shattered,while my rule about not getting involved with a coworker is about to be.
Months of telling myself not to even think of going there can’t compete with a few simple requests from Lily, and at this point, I’m following wherever she leads.
Right into my bed.
Lily’s eyes drop to my chest. Her lips twitch, forming a smile and then going flat again. I grab one of her hands and place it directly over my belt. “Take it off whenever you’re ready.”
She does so with an eagerness that surprises even me. It should not have. “Do you have everything?”
“Like I promised.” The condoms are a new box, with only a small number to avoid seeming overconfident. It’s also unopened to avoid Lily’s thoughts straying to another woman or another encounter. “There’s bubble bath, too, for after.”
“Do you think I’ll need it?”
My jeans fall to the ground.
“Taking care of you is the only goal tonight.” Lily slowly strokes my dick. My hand joins hers while taking care she remains in control. The pace increases, and I hiss. “If you keep going, we won’t get to the second part.”
She releases me and begins another perusal of my body, lingering on my legs and stomach this time. “Do you ever feel shy while naked?”
Plenty of women have seen me naked; shyness ceased to be a factor a very long time ago. “Not with you, no.” It’s the truth, and I won’t risk causing her discomfort. Lily is already sensitive over her lack of experience, and I’m not sure she’d believe it turned me on. “Do you want the lights off?”
“Do you remember that night on the beach? You saw me then.”
I forced myself not to notice. It was an effort. “Can I see you now?” Her immediate nod releases the last of my tension. “Good, because I’ve fantasized about this moment for a long time. It’s your turn.”
Lily’s shirt quickly disappears, and a black lacy bra greets me. Instinct leads me to her skirt’s side zipper. Our eyes meet, and she stills, waiting for me to remove it.
Her skirt falls, and my legs grow weaker. “They match.”
“I went shopping yesterday. It seemed appropriate for our first time.”
