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“Take it,” I remind her.

And she does. She sinks right down onto my waiting cock, and we both sigh with relief as I slip inside her for the first time.

“Oh,fuck,” she mutters, taking me inch by inch, slow and torturous.

“I agree.”

“You feel so…” She takes another inch. “You’re so big, Arthur. I can’t take it all.”

“You can,” I tell her, reaching up to pluck at her nipples. “You can take it, sugar.”

She shakes her head but slips down the last little bit until she’s fully seated on my lap, not even a half inch of space between us.

“There you go,” I tell her, bringing her down to capture her lips with mine. “You did so good.”

“I did.” She nods as she moves her hips slowly and methodically, trying to adjust to me.

When she feels more comfortable—or maybe even uncomfortable with the need for more—she pushes up, sitting back, the angle changing so much that she feels even tighter, and I have to work harder to breathe. Lilah tosses her head back, closing her eyes as she finds a rhythm, and I watch in awe as she rides me, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

She’s fucking gorgeous like this, her cheeks stained red with exertion, sweat dotting her forehead. She’s still wearing her bra, her tits still spilling from the cups, like she wanted this so badly she couldn’t even bother fully undressing, and I’m perfectly okay with that. Her movements grow hastier, more frantic like she’s chasing something just out of reach, all while I do everything I can to hold back and not come too soon.

“Lilah…” Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down at me with those damn blue eyes of hers that I can’t seem to look away from. “Take what you need,” I remind her.

“I need you to fuck me, Arthur.Hard.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I flip us until she’s beneath me, and I slam back into her so hard she lets out a pleased cry. I don’t stop. I fuck into her as requested. Almost punishingly, and I don’t know why. Maybe for making me keep my hands to myself. Maybe for teasing me earlier in the kitchen. Or maybe because I’m just mad at myself for giving in to her so damn easily and possibly ruining everything. Whatever it is, I don’t stop, and she doesn’t ask me to.

No, she asks for more.Begsfor it even. And I give it to her until she’s calling my name and squeezing my cock as she comes. I follow right after her, unable to hold back anymore, then collapse on top of her, my head on her chest. I lie there listening to her heart race as Lilah holds me in her arms, her nails tracing lightly across my back as she kisses the top of my head.

“Now,thatwas a very good boy,” she says, and I laugh.

But she’s right. I am a good boy.Hergood boy.

And as much as I shouldn’t, I can’t fucking wait to be that for her again.

CHAPTER 13

LILAH

I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this at all. I want to be anywhere else but here right now.

No. That’s not true. Notanywhere. I know exactly where I’d rather be right now: back in Fox’s bed, snuggled up next to him after the best orgasms of my life.

That’s where I wish I were instead of at an entirely too fancy restaurant I don’t want to be at for a lunch date with the Wicked Witch of the West. But here I am anyway, in a dress my mother brought to my apartment after she showed up unannounced to “ensure my attendance,” as if I was going to bail or something. I sit with my hands in my lap as she lays into the poor server because they dared to offer her red instead of white wine. I don’t understand why she’s bitching—we both know she’s going to drink a bottle of both.

I check my phone while she’s distracted, hoping for a message from Fox, but there’s nothing. He’s late, and I hate that he’s late. Not because I care—I get it, his schedule is a bit insane—but because it means I have to endure all this with my mother alone with no buffer. And because I would have liked to see him, even if only for a moment before coming in here.

We haven’t had much chance to talk since our date at his house, which ended in a marathon of sex that I canstillfeel even days later. I was one hundred percent teasing him the first time I suggested sex. The second? I meant it, though I didn’t even realize I did when I first said it. He just looked so upset about his game, and I remembered him saying it’s how he usually relaxes, and I don’t know…I wanted to be that for him. I wanted to help him.

Oh, who am I kidding? I just wanted him.

I don’t know when exactly that happened, but all the little things suddenly added up. Him taking me home on New Year’s, bringing me ibuprofen and a greasy breakfast the morning after, standing up for me at the party, making me nachos because he knew I loved them… So many little things turned into one big thing, and I gave in to everything I was feeling. He told me to take what I wanted, so I did.

Nobody has ever let me be in charge like that before. It’s like Fox knew that was what I wanted, what Ineeded. And he didn’t judge me. He just let me be me. I wish he were here so I could thank him for that.

“Yourfiancéis late,” my mother says as if I don’t know that the whole reason we’re having this lunch isn’t present.

“His hockey schedule keeps him very busy. When you decided to set this lunch for today, I warned you that he might run late due to it.”

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