Page 67 of Empty Net

I growl in appreciation, and she laughs.

“I take it you like the sound of that.”

I nod. “Very much so.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me already, Arthur Fox.”

I’ve pushed onto my feet before she can finish her sentence, hauling her right up along with me as I kick off my underwear the rest of the way and march us back down the hall to my bedroom while she chuckles the whole way.

“In a hurry?” she asks.

“Sure am.”

Another giggle quickly turns to a gasp when I drop her to my bed and crawl over her. She’s not laughing anymore, not when I kiss her hard and fast or when I drop my hands to the top of her jeans, and definitely not when I unsnap them and drag her zipper down, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. This is as real as it gets now, and we’re just moments from not being able to turn back.

And dammit, I don’t want to. I don’t want to walk away from her. Not now, not even when I still think this is a terrible idea. I want this too damn badly. I wanthertoo damn badly.

“Stop,” she says, mouth ghosting over mine. “Stop overthinking this. It’s just fun, right?”

“Just fun,” I echo as I slip my hand inside her jeans, getting my first feel of her.

She’s wet. So fucking wet I canhearit, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world, even better than a packed arena chanting my name.

“You feel so good,” I tell her. “Want to taste you.”

“Please,” she begs.

It’s all she has to say. I drop to my knees and pull her jeans and panties from her body, fitting myself between her spread thighs and dragging my tongue over her with no words spoken between us. Her back curves off the bed with a loud sigh, likethisis what she’s always wanted.

I think it may be what I’ve always wanted, too.

Her hands find their way into my hair again, and I let her control me, tell me what she wants. I like giving up control to Lilah; I like having her be in charge. Just like I like the sounds she’s making, how her legs shake around me, how her tugs on my hair are getting rougher and rougher as her breaths grow more and more ragged.

“I’m so close,” she says through harsh breaths.

“What do you need?” I ask her.

“You. Just you.”

So that’s what I give her. I slip my tongue over her dripping wet cunt and suck her clit into my mouth. I curl my fingers inside her, applying pressure to a spot I have a feeling she’ll love. She rewards me with more pants. More tugs. More needy whimpers that are like music to my ears.

“Arthur, Arthur, Arthur,” she chants, and I grin around her, addingjusta bit more until there are no words, just sounds as she falls apart around me.

I’ve barely caught my breath before she’s pulling me up and pressing her mouth to mine. She rolls me onto my back and crawls on top of me, my cock nestled right against where I just was between her legs, and she grinds against me, already desperate for more. I’m desperate, too.

“Condoms?” she asks.

“Uh…” I rack my brain, trying to figure out where I stashed them. It’s been so long since I’ve done this, I don’t even know if I have any.

“It’s okay. I have some in my purse.”

She slips off me and hurries out of the room, and I let her, lying back and trying to catch my breath. What is even happening right now? I’m about to have sex with Lilah Maddison, my fake fiancée. We’re crossing a line, and I don’t have it in me to care.

Lilah comes bounding back into the room in record time, ripping open the condom with her teeth and sliding it over me before resuming her spot on my lap.

I like her there. She fits.Wefit.

She kisses me softly, her hips sliding against mine, teasing me until I can barely take it anymore.

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