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What I find under that plain shirt takes my breath away. Victoria's secret has nothing on what Lily is hiding away.

"Holy shit, Lily. Do you always wear pure sin under your clothes?"

Her face brightens with the most beautiful blush, giving me the wildest urge to follow where it leads with soft, tender kisses.

"It makes me feel sexy. It gives me a boost of confidence I don't get from anything else," she whispers, and her words undo me.

"You should have all the confidence," I respond with reverence as my mouth descends on one of the mounds, one of my hands lifting it from the cup so I can get access to the pert bud and take it in. Her whimpered groans of hunger fill a need in me as I move from one to the other, paying careful attention to them. "You are the sexiest creature I've laid eyes on in a very long time," I inform her once I've had my first fill of her breasts.

Her eyes tighten, letting me know I'll have my hands full, reminding her how precious she is. It's a good thing I'm up for the job.

My lips move back to the first pink bud, gently nipping at it, and Lily responds beautifully by wrapping her legs around my hips, forcing me against her core.

She's stunning in her hunger, and I look forward to unraveling more of Lily's mysteries, so I get to see every bit of her. With her hands clutching the sheets on the bed, Lily focuses on hunting down her pleasure while grinding against me, my own hard need giving her the friction she so desperately desires.

I have to have more, be inside her, feel her tight, wet heat wrapped around me. But more than that, I need to see her unravel, so I watch as I pluck at the delicious buds, pulling them as Lily drives herself closer and closer to her release.

"Fuck, you're stunning," I say in reverence as I finally get to watch her explode, throwing her head back in abandon.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, but before I can let her come too far back down to earth, I undo her slacks, pushing them down her hips, delighted to find the matching thong peeking at me when I get rid of her clothes.

Lily is a beautiful box filled with surprises, and I'm excited to unearth them all.

With careful movements, I slip the sexy, nude lace thong down next, eagerly taking my place back between her legs when she's wearing nothing but the bra.

She's bare, glistening, and so ready for me that it takes all of my willpower not to get rid of my clothes and bury myself deep in her until the morning.

Thin, elegant fingers thread into my hair as my mouth comes down on her core, my tongue delving into her depths, savoring her taste.

She's sweeter than honey, more nourishing than manna, and more addictive than any drug on the market.

Paying careful attention to the small hood and its treasure, I quickly bring her to another climax, needing to taste her pleasure before finally getting rid of my clothes and grabbing a condom from the stash in the bathroom, compliments of the hotel.

And then I'm finally where Ineedto be—buried to the hilt inside her.

"Byron!" she calls out in ecstasy, her nails digging into my back as her hips push up, meeting me thrust for deliberate thrust.

The feel of her clenching around me is so incredible that it's a battle to keep a careful hold of my control.

"One more time, baby. Come with me one more time. I want to feel you," I beg, my mouth at her ear after I suck at the sensitive skin.

"Yes, please, Byron," she pleads, holding me close with one hand as the other slips between us to help herself over that cliff one more time.

And when she falls over, she drags me with—a willing sacrifice to the goddess that is Lillian Gale.

Chapter Fourteen

Lillian

Ilosecountofthe times Byron, and I explore each other. At one point, somewhere in the early morning hours, we cave and eat the cold food in bed, with sheets wrapped around us.

He's been so careful with me, almost as if he's worshiping my body, and it's a feeling I'm not used to. He isn't my first partner. But I've been so careful with selecting who I share myself with that it's been a very long time since I've allowed anyone the privilege.

By three, I'm wrapped in his embrace as he brushes his fingers through my hair. We've shared a few cursory details between bouts of passion, but ultimately, very little has been said. As much as I'd like to open up to him or have him do with me, I'm not sure what this is, and I'm scared of putting expectations on him and us that will ruin the moment.

He's only here until he either solves the case or has to move on to the next city and the next body.

And I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

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