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“I suggest for our real first time together let's be strangers. No emotions or expectations, or hidden agendas, it’s just sex. What do you say lass?”

Chapter fifty

Strangers by Night

Geordie

Lilystandsafewfeet from the bed, considering. She's wearing her crisp white chef's tunic and white pants, her hair in a ponytail. Minus the baseball cap, she looks exactly like the first time we met. She’s an unassuming beauty I've been wanting in my bed since she appeared in Dalliance’s kitchen with vexed fire in her eyes.

“What do you say to my terms? We do this only once as strangers?”

She turns her attention back, as if her thoughts had been interrupted. She tilts her head, gaze focused on me. “Sure, why not?”

I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, a bit offended by her lack of enthusiasm. After all, this is her doing; she propositioned me. I hold out my hand, beckoning her to come forward. “Come to me, lass, if you're still willing.” She places her hand in mine. I guide her nice round bum onto my lap. Being this close to her is intoxicating, but this relationship has been uneven. I've given into her whims because I want her. I can't give her any more control over me; it's time I take it back.

“Loosen your hair, Leannan, relax.” Her hesitant fingers pull at the band holding her hair until the mass of loose waves is about her shoulders. I understand why she pulls it back for work, not just for health and safety reasons, but she appears much younger, more vulnerable with her hair down. I touch her face, noting the doubt in her eyes. We've known each other all these months, hovered around the edge of intimacy, never crossing that line completely. If pity is the real reason she comes to me, she'll soon forget that notion.

I take her mouth, moving my tongue over the plumpness of her lips. She responds with cautious kisses, not promising more. She's making me wait, the way I made her wait when I was angry. “Your clothes,” I say, inches from her lips, my hand cupping her breast, giving it a squeeze. “Take them off.” She releases a sweet wee moan into my mouth and a soft “yes.” My hand wanders and her breath catches as I unfasten the top button of her tunic, placing a kiss where her skin is exposed. I continue to open and kiss as I follow the trail of large white buttons that run down the side of the tunic like an old military uniform. It's a slow process, but worth the effort the way I unwrap her inch by inch. Blood gorges my cock from her soft whimpers as I get closer to my goal of having her on the bed, spread open, begging for release.

Her top gapes open, revealing a peek at white lace. “Take it off, lass,” I say in a growled whisper. “Show me your sweet tits.” She turns her head away and down, her hair covering her face, a shyness I didn't expect as she slides the thin white straps off her shoulder, then pushes it down to her waist. I reach around to her back, unhooking, then I pull it away. I cup her breast, the soft flesh heavy in my hand. She arches back as I play with her, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking the nip. The heat of her body releases the sweet fragrance of her light floral perfume and her musk that deepens her scent.

“Brush your beard over my nipple, then suck me harder.”

I’m looking into her half-lidded eyes. She's more sensitive than I imagine as I follow her request. What other parts of her are sensitive? Getting her to orgasm will be an endless adventure as I explore her.

Lily's hand drops to her pants. “I need to get out of these,” she says, tugging at the button and unzipping.

She slides off my lap, standing next to the bed, hopping on one foot, pushing down the white fabric, her tits bouncing a little, her brow furrowed. She doesn't know how sexy, how bonnie she looks, trying to get her pants to come off until she's down to red lace panties. Her choice of underwear says business on the top, but please start a fucking party on the bottom.

I pull her back to me before she has a chance to shimmy out of them. That flash of red is an unexpected turn-on. The lace bunches in my hand and I can't resist fisting them. I give a wee tug, announcing my intention to rip it off her body.

“Go ahead, do it.” She tilts her chin up, giving me a challenging grin. “If you want to tear them off that badly.”

I chuckle. “I do. I want nothing more than to see you stripped to nothing, and that wee bit needs to be gone.” The lace gives a satisfying pop as I tear it from her body to her surprised squeals. I hold my prize up, enjoying the victory, then throw them across the room to go after my spoils. I catch her around the waist, her giggling as we fall back on the bed, her on top of me. She dives in for a kiss, her tits smashing against my chest, my hands running over her bum, cupping those lovely cheeks while she grinds my cock. I relax into the kiss, taking my time to explore her mouth. Her lithe body is in my hands, and I'm still not convinced that this is not another sex dream. Dream or not, she's here with me.

Lily ends the kiss, rising to her knees, straddling me, sitting back a bit, my cock straining for release.

She's a sight with her back arched, tits high, smiling and making me want her even more. “What are you planning, lass? I like to be prepared.”

Lily smiles another challenge. “Let that one-eyed monster come out and play with me.”

I raise a brow, liking she teases back. “You need to release the beast. Strip me, and make it quick.”

Lily's eyes narrow to slits, like it's her mission. Her fingers slip under my T-shirt, then she roughly pulls it over my head, until I'm facing her bonnie tits. I steal a kiss from one before she scoots back out of range. “Lie back,” she instructs, like a stern teacher.

“Yes, mistress.”

She smiles at the quip as I comply, landing on my back. She's rough opening my jeans button and slipping down the zip. My cock fights against my scants as she opens me like a present on Christmas Day. She grabs my jeans at the waist, pulling until they slip past my bum, yanking them down further until they pool around my calves. Lily drops to the floor on her knees, grunting with the effort to pull them off, which is another bonnie view of her lovely tits. I lean forward, offering to help, but she slaps my hand away. She tugs until they're off, a frustrated fling as she throws them away to land in the corner. She stands, panting with the effort. Her slender fingers attack the waistband of my scants, and they're on the floor before I can protest. She glances down at my cock that's hard and ready for a ride. She crawls on top of me again and mounts me.

Her wet walls are a snug fit. Her lips hover over mine. “I'm going to ride you hard, Geordie, you ready?”

“Oh aye, do your worst while I watch your bonnie tits bounce through your ride. No getting off until I'm done, no matter how long it takes.” There's a flash of concern, but it's gone when I thrust up and she throws her head back with a squeal of laughter.

Chapter fifty-one

Bellum Administrare

Lily

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