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wo bottles of Perrier and several trips to the bathroom later, it’s unlikely
Tthere’s a trace of alcohol left in my system. To play it safe, I asked my driver to stop by Tonics + Elixirs.
It’s the go-to stop to score much-needed liquid medicine food for late-night partiers. Their well-crafted
hangover smoothies are godsend lifesavers.
I allowed the girl manning the counter to come up with a concoction to ensure I wake up tomorrow ready
to take on the day. It was a complicated mix. With the amount of seaweed juice she poured in there, I’m
lucky it didn’t taste––and smell––like sewage.
My driver leaves me at my door. I enter my home, disable the alarm, and turn on the lights, dimming them
low.
From the lofty living room, the heels of my shoes click hard on the granite floors as I head to the back of
my gated home.
I enter my bedroom, remove my tie and suit jacket, and place them on the chair situated in the corner, near
the floor to ceiling window.
I trail to the bathroom, but freeze. I should charge my phone. I walk to my jacket to retrieve it from my
pocket. I’m about to ignore the text notification that pops on my screen, when I read the name of the
sender. My curiosity wins over.
I unlock my phone and read the message. My eyebrows shoot to my forehead. I reread the message. I read
it a third time.
I thought I had the situation under control, and now she throws a curve ball my way.
Goddammit. This woman is determined to unravel me stitch by stitch. She deserves a lesson, and I have
half a mind to administer it right the fuck now.
I pace the length of my bedroom, talking myself out of doing something stupid. My head gets it, my little
head... not so much.
My cock is hard as a steel rod, making it difficult to walk. My nostrils flare. Down, boy. Don’t do it.
Complicated isn’t your thing. Do not fucking think about it. About her. The helpless way Lily stared up at
me––pouty lips eager for a kiss–– flashes in front of my eyes.
Fuck. My p ep talk doesn’t quell my desire. On the contrary, it intensifies it. I want to run downstairs, slide
behind the wheel of my car, make my way back to the Pompadour Hotel, bang on Lily’s door until she
opens it, yank her over my shoulder, and march to the bed where I’d place her little, sexy body over my
knee, and redden her fine ass for taunting me.
How dare she? I get where Larkin is coming from, but he’s never had to deal with Fisher Edgington. The
last thing I need is for the man to ride my ass because I had to ride his daughter.
I stop my pacing. With a frustrated huff, I throw my phone on my bed. I need to purge these impure
thoughts out of my system. In a flash, I strip out of my clothes, leaving them on the floor in an expensive
pile. A man on a horny as hell mission, I head to the bathroom and hit the shower, st epping straight in
under the initial cold blast, gripping my cock as the icy thrill hardens my nipples and wakes up my eager
balls.
As the hot water hits and steam billows around me, all I can see in the mist are those mesmerizing
purple-blue eyes, that slender and so suckable neck.
Fisting my cock and jerking hard, thumping my gut with every stroke, I imagine the mist clearing,
revealing her naked form. Perfect tits. Flawless, porcelain skin. Long legs, so pale as she spreads them,
biting her lip, her gaze full of lust as she spreads her perfect pussy.
I turn the water off, panting into the steam, gritting my teeth and gripping my cock, so desperate to take
her, to fuck her until she’s crying out my name.
But no... the dirty girl slides two fingers into her pussy and moans before finger-fucking herself fast and
furious.
I’m done. I jerk my solid cock like a madman and it’s me that cries out as I come, one leg trembling, the
other braced against the wall.
Thick streams of hot cum mark the sweet angel. Cum hits her tits, her stomach, and with one final jerk, a
satisfying ribbon of cum lands right on her pussy.
Dirty angel. Lily doesn’t stop, ke eps fingering herself, my cum squelching into her. And I ke ep trembling
and jerking until I’ve got nothing left.
Through the clearing steam, puddles of cum glisten back at me from the tile floor.
Fuck. What a fucking waste. I should be shooting my cum inside her pussy. At the very least, I should be
christening her tits. Fuck... those pretty nipples would be so beautiful painted with my release.
I smear a trail of my cum across my stomach. Dammit. With ragged breaths and my chest rising and
falling, realization sets in. It will be impossible to be in Lily’s presence without filthy thoughts dancing in
my head.
I need to get my shit together before I see her again.