Page 31 of Seeking Two Lovers

She hadn’t asked.

And I chose to keep it that way, wanting to enjoy her all to myself for the time being.

“So.” I eyed her over the table, and she leaned forward as though gravitating toward me.

My groin took note, stirring in my suit pants.

“I’d love to invite you back to my place for another glass of wine.”

She ran a fingertip along the rim of her empty glass. “I don’t go home with men on the first date.”

“Your place?” I pushed, my interest too damn stirred to give up easily.

“Haley is at our apartment, and one eyeful of you, and she’ll try to steal you away from me.”

“Am I yours for the night?” I couldn’t but help ask, not hating the idea of the possessiveness hinted at in her voice.

“I was hoping so.”

“We are in a hotel,” I tossed out, fingers mentally crossed because I wanted—needed—a taste of Lily.

Her slow smile had me thickening fully, and I knew in that moment, I would get to see what color panties she hid beneath that skirt before the night ended.

10

LILY

I hadn’t lied to Scott. I didn’t go home with hookups.

Haley and I had a pact: our place or neutral ground, neither of us needing anything super fancy as long as we got off.

Scott paid for our dinner, and I took his offered hand to help me from my seat. Rather than releasing me, he twined his fingers through mine. Warmth ran up my arm, straight to my nipples.

Already hardened from the heated gazes he’d been giving me over dinner, they ached, chafed from the bra plumping my breasts up a bit. Dampness already coated my panties and had from the second I’d laid eyes on Scott in his dark gray suit. He hadn’t pulled his hair back like in the picture on Missing Link, and his blue eyes were lighter blue than I’d thought. Absolutely fucking gorgeous with a hint of gold around the pupil.

No calloused palms on him but alluring all the same.

Besides, I had a generous memory that kept the vision of him in sweats fresh in my mind.

The second the elevator closed us in to speed us up five stories, he turned on me.

With how his messages had hinted at dominance, I’d expected a good slam against the wall, fingers clasping my neck even. Scott cradled my face in his hands instead, peering into my eyes. “You didn’t mention kissing as a hard limit.”

The image of Blaine shot through my mind, but I rose up onto my tiptoes because I could.

Freedom to be.

To live.

Scott brushed his lips over mine, a breathless whisper of a touch, and I knew trouble awaited around the corner. My legs went weak, between my thighs pulsing with a fresh surge of arousal.

I grabbed hold of his hair and opened my mouth, whimpering as his tongue stroked along mine in a lazy dance of seduction.

His hand splayed over my lower back, and he pulled me closer.

The fucking bell dinged, and the elevator’s doors slid open the second his hard length pressed against my belly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing my hand once more.

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