Page 39 of Seeking Two Lovers

Lily was all that and then some.

The memory of the way she’d given me her body, the complete submission she offered with just the hint of demanding when chasing her orgasm, made me come harder than any release a pussy had squeezed from my balls before.

She’d also woken up a sense of longing inside me for something more than a mere hookup or quick fuck whenever the mood struck.

Perhaps it was time to find something like Dad had done with Daphne…to fulfill needs I was ready to admit still lay deep inside me regardless of my relationship with Blaine.

Add in the fact the sex had been fantastic, mind-bending, and I realized I was open to the possibility of more with the little minx.

Lily had crashed into a deep sleep after we’d finished. I’d stripped her skirt off her, moved her beneath the blankets without her waking, and stared like a creeper at her while she lightly snored. I’d heard and seen men pass out after having my dick, but not a woman.

Dick drunk, I’d mused, smirking, but she’d woken me up with those lips wrapped around my cock long after my alarm should have gone off and hadn’t. It was like fate fucked with me.

Late for the office or enjoy a good morning blow job that I feared would entwine us a bit more than either of us intended?

The way her tongue laved at my frenulum, shoved into my slit like she was cum-hungry…I couldn’t say no.

Didn’t really want to, regardless of the hairs rising on the back of my neck.

I’d given her the mouthful she’d begged for, wishing I’d had time to fuck her into the mattress. She’d denied me, stating if we fucked, she’d never make it in to work. Passing out after sex was her thing, she’d claimed, and Christ how I wanted to lay waste to her body and crash beside her to creep as she dreamed.

The scent of vanilla and sex filled my nose hours after leaving the hotel room, or perhaps it was just my memory as I tried to focus on work, but goddamn, the woman had gotten under my skin.

I’d texted her once when I’d have preferred to blow up her phone, but I refused to come off as desperate. We used Missing Link for a purpose, and neither of us were looking for anything serious. But fuck, did I want to see her again. Sink into her sweet pussy—her ass if she’d give it to me—and rock her world, sending her tumbling into oblivion while her soft hands soothed over my skin, tugging me closer.

The noises she’d made…her beautiful response to my kisses over her body—

“Mr. Scott?”

I blinked from my dick-stirring thoughts, giving Mr. Joseph I. Devonshire III my full attention across my desk from me. My biggest client was demanding as hell, arrogant as fuck, and full of himself enough that he gave my ego a run for its money.

“My apologies. Meryl?” I glanced behind him toward the woman seated on my couch, pen and paper in hand. She’d saved me time and again when I couldn’t bear to listen to the man drone on. “Coffee, please?”

“Of course.” She smirked as though knowing I suffered from the evening before. “Mr. Devonshire?”

He barked out his drink order, and she left us.

If only it’d been to silence. The man didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. If not for how I profited off his investments, I would have told him to take a hike. While I didn’t need his money in the least, I sure as fuck enjoyed it. Having lived with Blaine’s shared memories of poverty, I knew a man couldn’t have too much put away in his accounts.

Blaine made good wages at his landscaping job, but I would never have him lack for anything again. I didn’t get to call him mine, but I provided for him in every small way he allowed.

If only he held interest in the physical as well. Lily would look good on him. Between us. Our marks and cum smeared all over her petite body.

Even better would be her loving on Blaine while he allowed me to do the same.

Heart heavier than usual after a perfect lay, I rushed home two hours later, lucky to not be caught speeding.

The caterers had set up for Meryl’s surprise party in the open concept kitchen and living area, same as they’d done a few times before at my home.

Blaine had already escaped to the second floor, so I left him alone. He never joined in the parties I threw, choosing solitude to the noise and mingling people that made his skin itchy.

I didn’t push, no matter how much I wanted to help him gain more of a social life, no matter how much I desired to have him by my side—where I wish he realized he belonged. My entire office knew of my best friend, were curious as fuck to meet him, but he refused to make an appearance. He hadn’t come from money like I had, didn’t have social graces or the ability to pretend instilled in him since childhood.

But I loved him regardless and had zero wish to change him.

I gave him his space, but thoughts of him lingered in the back of my mind, same as ones of Lily while Meryl blew out the thirty candles I’d insisted light up her cake. All twenty-three in attendance sang her happy birthday at the top of our lungs, but my cell buzzing in my jeans’ back pocket had me checking. Just in case Blaine changed his mind.

Higgins, the PI.

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