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“Good for you.” He coughed again. “Well, I should go. Dr. Merton here is telling me to get off the phone and rest.”

“Good idea. Speak to you later, Dad.”

“Speak to you later.”

We hung up, and as I sat, I laid the phone on the arm of my chair, drinking my whiskey a little slower this time. When my phone dinged again, my heart leapt, and I looked at it only to see it was from Sandy.

Shit.

It was another naked picture.You know you want thiswas written underneath.

I closed my phone and groaned aloud. Sandy Williams was a huge mistake. She was about ten years older than me, and she was eager to be dominated in the bedroom. The sex was hot, but it got tiresome after she started clinging on. I’d ended things a month ago, but she still kept sending me messages like this.

For whatever reason, my mind turned to Lily. As whiskey slid down my throat, I wondered, would she like that too? To be dominated in the bedroom? I thought about her eyes, and how they might turn heated if I had the chance to make her come.

Suddenly, a rush of heat filled my body, and I froze. Was I honestly thinking of my competition like this? But it also gave me an idea. Seducing Lily might just get me that secret I needed. And it wouldn’t be a hardship in the process.

In fact, it would be downright pleasurable.

CHAPTER3

LILY

The skin waswarm underneath my fingertips. God, he had a lot of muscles. Like everywhere. While I was on my knees in front of him, my fingertips trailed up his muscled thighs and then up and over his stomach. Washboard abs, not surprising.

My eyes were on his stomach, and then they trailed down and down until I saw his dick, hard and long, the biggest dick I’d ever seen, jutting out toward me. A little whimper escaped me as my hand grabbed it. I rubbed up and down, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I’d never had my mouth around such a big dick before.

Leaning forward, I took it in my mouth, and I heard my own groan and his as my mouth sank slowly over it.

Shit.

I was wet, and my one hand moved to my breast, to squeeze and soothe the ache I felt there. I took him deep, and I felt his hands on my head, just holding me, not pushing.

I wanted more of him, and when I pushed even deeper, I heard him say in a gruff voice, “Enough of this.”

He pulled me to my feet, laid me back on the bed. Spreading my legs, he moved between them, and I screamed as he plunged into me hard and fast. My hands holding onto his shoulders, I looked into his eyes, and then I screamed in shock this time.

The dream ended just like that, and I woke myself up with my own scream. When I looked around and realized I had just been dreaming, I swore and laid back on the bed. A sex dream about a man I had only just met for about five seconds yesterday.

A man who is hotter than sin.James Perry.

Okay, so I could go easy on myself a bit, but I was breathing hard; my nipples were hard, and a light sheen of sweat was laying over my skin. When my hand slowly slid down into my cotton shorts, I could feel how wet I was.

Holy shit. Just from a dream.

Swallowing guiltily, I started to move my hand in slow circles, and I closed my eyes, remembering the dream. Even though I was fully awake, the image of his eyes on me was still vivid. The feel of his cock inside me felt vivid too, and in what felt like seconds, I came, my back arching upward as my hand did its work.

When I finally woke up officially and got out of bed, I was resolved. I was going to take that job, even if it was a risky move. I dressed and shot James a text, asking him to meet me at the coffeeshop. Surely the memory of the dream would fade by then.

“Hey Jen!” I called when I got into the shop, the bell dinging as I opened the door.

“Hey Lil!” she said, coming out from the back. Her dark hair was up in a ponytail, and she looked bright-eyed and beautiful as always. “Sounds like you’ve got a cold again,” she said with a frown, and we started to put the chairs back down on the floor.

“Yeah, I know.” I shook my head. “Can’t seem to shake ‘em this year.” And not eating is not helping, but whatever. Maybe this job would be good for something.

Once the chairs were all on the floor, and the coffeeshop was looking ready to open, I said, “Hey, I’ve got something to chat to you about.”

“Great. Shoot,” she said.

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