Our desire hasn’t faded one bit. We steal every chance we can get to satisfy this hunger we have for each other.
Lilly is insatiable.
I love sex—and so does she—which makes every time I’m inside her feel like a brand-new high.
I push the bedroom door open, fully expecting to find her waiting for me, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the goddess in a black and red corset and killer heels sitting on the bed, legs crossed.
Fuck, she gets more gorgeous every year.
I thought maybe with time, the effect she had on me would ease up—but my hunger for her only grows stronger.
Just looking at her has me getting hard, because I know what it’s like to be inside her. I have every one of her moans memorized. The way her eyes glow seconds before she comes. I remember every smile, every move, every single touch—and that’s what keeps me sane during the day.
That’s what gets me through.
I’m not just in love with her—I’m obsessed with her.
“You’re late,” she says, standing up, and I can’t look away from her thick thighs wrapped in stockings and garters.
“I didn’t know I was expected,” I tease, even as my pulse kicks up a notch.
Lilly is pure sin wrapped in silk.
“You’realwaysexpected. Every night, I crave the feeling of you inside me.”
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, stepping forward, but she lifts her hand to stop me.
“No. You haven’t been a good boy, and you won’t get your reward so easily. First, I need to see if you can behave.”
Even though I’m painfully turned on, I grin and play along. “Really? And how exactly can I prove I can behave? Because sweetheart, there’s no way I’m not getting that reward.” I let my gaze drag over every inch of her, watching her suck in a breath.
“Sit,” she commands, and it turns me on even more.
Lilly usually likes when I take control. Seeing her step out of her comfort zone tells me tonight’s going to be sinfully good.
I’m about to obey . . . until I decide to flip the game. I start stripping instead.
“What are you doing?” she stammers.
I never break eye contact with her, and I almost lose my grip on the whole act when she licks her lips the moment I slide my boxer briefs down. “Getting comfortable.”
I’m rock hard. And she doesn’t even pretend not to stare.
Hiding a smile, I sit back in the chair across the room.
Let’s see how long she holds out.
She seems torn between sticking to the plan or jumping straight into my lap—either way, I’m more than ready.
I raise a brow in challenge, knowing exactly what that does to her. My woman doesn’t back down when provoked. Suddenly snapping into gear, she starts moving to the music, letting her body sway deliciously.
I swallow hard. I know exactly where this is going, and I’m already losing my mind in anticipation.
She’s never stripped for me before. Usually, she waits for me to tell her what to do—a walking, breathing erotic dream.But now? Now I’m desperate to watch every second of this performance.
She turns around, shaking that perfect ass, and I let out a low, involuntary growl.
I nearly have a fucking heart attack when she bends forward, palms on her ankles, that tiny thong giving me a full view of her pussy’s outline.
