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Lily-Marie loved me.
She’d written a goddamn essay to tell me how much. It meant the world to me to know she’d truly thought about me and told me how she felt in the way she thought I’d most understand and appreciate. I could only hope she felt the same way with the plans I’d executed for her last night.
Her head was lying in the crook of my arm, her breath fanning my chest as she exhaled. That long blond hair was strewn over her back, my arm, and the pillow, covering every surface with its silk. My body tightened painfully just remembering how I’d wrapped that hair around my fist at one point during the night and taken her from behind. I’d whispered into her ear exactly what I wanted her to do and without even a blink of an eye, she’d obeyed.
Gently grabbing the hand that lay on my stomach, I lowered her palm to my cock without waking her, loving the sight of her pale skin against mine. Turning my head, I glanced at the clock, seeing it was almost nine. Stein, Clark, and Milly would all be home by eleven, so we needed to get up and get our day started. Surprisingly, both my ex and Lily-Marie’s ex had been cordial when I called asking for a favor. They’d both agreed to the overnight, thus allowing us one precious night without the kids around so I could make my grand gesture.
I nuzzled my nose into Lily-Marie’s neck, kissing her earlobe and then that pulsing beat behind her jaw. Her moan told me she was awake, even if her eyes hadn’t opened yet. Her hand flexed on my cock, stealing my breath.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
“Shush. I’m having a really good sex dream right now. There’s this hot guy kissing my neck and you oughta see the size of his—beaker,” she whispered, sounding more and more breathless.
I smiled into her neck. “Did you just make a science joke?”
“Maybe you shouldexperimentand see.”
I barely contained the snort. This woman was amazing in every way. “You should totally climb on top andbondwith him.”
She finally opened her eyes, the blue orbs the prettiest thing I’d seen in the morning. “Don’t mind if I do.”
And then she rolled, her knees going to each side of my waist. Without hesitation she lifted up and fitted my cock to her entrance, sliding down ever so slowly.
She gasped. I hissed. Sweet torture.
She leaned forward, placing her hands on the pillow on either side of my head, and began to move. My hands found their way to her hips, needing more of her skin against me as she lit up my body with each slide. Her breasts smashed against my chest and her hair created a tent around us, making me feel like I was in a cocoon with only her and me. The outside world didn’t exist when we were connected like this.
Lily-Marie’s groans picked up volume and I knew she was close. When she switched to my name and her hips faltered in their rhythm, I took over, jackhammering up into her. She tumbled over the edge just seconds before me. Sealing our lips together, we clung on tight until the tremors subsided.
“Good morning, Professor,” she said brightly from my chest, where her face was buried.
“Good morning, princess.”
* * *
When we finally made it out of bed, we agreed to get showered and dressed at our respective houses even though being apart even for an hour wasn’t what I wanted. The plan was to meet back at Lily-Marie’s house and we’d be together when the kids came home. We’d sit them down and tell them we were dating, but we agreed no spending the night. Not yet. We wanted to ease them into the dating idea to make sure they were comfortable with it.
After too many long kisses goodbye, she finally pushed me out the door and I went back to my house to shower. I was loath to wash her scent off me so soon, but being a good parent came first. My one night with Lily-Marie would not be my last. In fact, if the ring I squirreled away in the back of my sock drawer was any indication, I intended for it to be the first of forever.
During my week of preparation for my grand gesture, I’d contemplated asking her to marry me, but finally chose against it. I’d blurted out “I love you” way too soon and she’d run. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Plus, the kids needed time to adjust to this new relationship first.
But I’d bought the ring, knowing it was an inevitability. The ring had a platinum setting with diamonds all along the band. In a stroke of fate, I’d used my grandmother’s princess cut diamond in the setting, thinking her list of fifty ways had brought me to Lily-Marie. Now I knew her list of fifty ways had also brought Lily-Marie to me in a roundabout way. It only made sense for her to wear my grandmother’s diamond.
I’d just toweled off from my shower when my phone rang. I ran to it, thinking it might be Lily-Marie or even Stein, but saw my father’s number on the screen instead. I picked it up.
“Hey, Dad, can I call you back this afternoon?”
“Son! Actually, I have to share something really quick first. You know that article of your grandmother’s I sent you? The one about finding a wife?” He started wheezing and I rolled my eyes. Better to put him on speakerphone and keep getting dressed. This could take a while.
He finally wound the wheeze up enough to let out a few loud guffaws and finally actual words. “I found another one...get this...Fifty Ways to Catch a Cheating Husband.” He dissolved into a fit of laughter again before sobering enough to continue. “One of the ways she listed? Poke holes in his condoms and soak in peppermint oil.”
He let out a loud shout and then it sounded like he put the phone down to laugh it out, probably bent over, slapping his knee. I couldn’t help but crack a smile at his antics. This guy loved a reason to laugh, and apparently, my grandmother’s articles were gold mines.
Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t launch into my experiment with Grandmother’s list the minute I answered the phone. He would’ve laughed me off the phone, or worse, come to my front door to laugh at me in person and check if I was feverish.
“Okay, Dad, I gotta go.” I talked loudly into the speaker of the phone, hoping he could hear me over his laughter.
“I mean—who the hell would follow this loon’s advice?” Another wave of laughter rippled through the phone and I shouted to be heard, my face heating. He could never find out I’d followed her list. It would be too mortifying.
