Page 135 of The Woman Left Behind

She opened immediately at the insistence of his tongue, and on his first stroke, she mewed into his mouth. The sound and feel sent a shock of heat through his body straight to his dick, and he sliced an arm around her back and yanked her out of her chair.

But it was Lillian who wrapped her arms tight around his neck and plastered her body to his.

It wasn’t the time.

Though, it was.

They both knew it.

They hungered for this, needed to feed from it, the effort at keeping it at bay had drained both of them, and they had to fill up, doing it taking from the other.

Which was why Harry and Lillian both angled their heads, and the kiss became carnal.

She pulled his tee up at the back, and when her nails scored along the skin there, Harry grunted and grasped her waist.

He picked her up, turned her, put her on her ass on the edge of the kitchen table, then bent over her so her back was to it.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, and fuck…

Fuck…

That felt so goddamned good, he grunted into her mouth and slid his hands up her sides to her tits, where he used both thumbs to drag hard at her nipples.

She dug her feet in as leverage and rubbed herself against his stiff cock.

Jesus, he needed inside her.

And she needed him inside her.

Her drapes and blinds were open. He had to get her to her room.

This was happening.

His phone vibrated at his ass.

They both stilled, but Harry did it while groaning.

He couldn’t ignore it.

It wasn’t about his job. For Lillian, right now, that could wait.

It was that it could be something about her parents’ case.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, their heavy breaths mingling.

When he opened his eyes and lifted away, he saw loss in hers for a moment, but her gaze moved over his face, and something entirely feminine, exquisitely possessive and excruciatingly satisfied entered her expression.

And then she smirked, and that burned through his cock too.

She knew exactly what she did to him, and she liked it.

It was safe to say, Harry not only liked it too, he liked that she did.

“Better get that, honey,” she purred.

His dick twitched at the tone of her voice.

Fuck.

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