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“Shit, sorry,” he says to no one in particular as he rushes over to help the woman tidyup.
“Are you okay?” I ask Lilly, because when I look back, she still looks a littlescared.
“Yes, it just made mejump.”
“Come here,” I say as I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her. I wasn’t ready for our moment to be over, but I’m expecting to be kicked out anyminute.
She stays put while Taylor and the random woman sort out the kitchen and thendisappear.
“Do you want a coffee?” Lilly asks when she pullsback.
I really want something stronger, but I have a feeling I’m going to be driving soon so I regretfully agree to acoffee.
Lilly joins me on the sofa with two steaming mugs a few minuteslater.
“Wow that’s impressive,” I say as I take in the barista style cappuccino she handsme.
“My mum runs a coffee shop in Oxford. I’ve spent my entire life making coffee,” sheexplains.
I take a sip. “It’sgorgeous.”
“Good to know. I can’t stand the taste of the stuff. I love the smell though, it reminds me of home. Sometime I just make some for thatreason.”
I look over at her mug and see if full of tea, notcoffee.
“How do you grow up making coffee and not likeit?”
“No idea. You’d have thought it would have grown on me by now, wouldn’tyou?”
Taylor and the woman reappear after a couple of minutes of silence. The woman is now wearing a barely-there dress; it makes Lilly’s look huge in comparison. We both watch as Taylor backs her up against the door and shoves his tongue down her throat before watching her disappear. I continue to stare at Taylor for a few seconds as I try to figure him out. I thought he wasgay.
“Sorry, I’ll leave you guys to it. Pretend I’m not even here,” he says with a wink before leaving again. “Havefun!”
The silence spreads out for another few minutes. Lilly is intently staring down into her mug, trying anything not to look at me, Ithink.
I place my mug on the coffee table before reaching over and taking Lilly’s out of her hands and putting it with mine. She looks up at me through her lashes, and the move has my dick twitching. Fuck, she’s sobeautiful.
I grab her arm and pull her over until she’s pressed up against me. I run my eyes over her soft facial features, down her neck and across her exposed cleavage. My mouth waters for a taste ofher.
I raise my hand up to her cheek so we are almost in the same position as earlier. “Where were we?” I whisper before leaning in. I keep my eyes open until the last minute, watching her reaction. As soon as my head moves, her eyes close and her lips part. She’s been good at playing her cards close to her chest this evening, but it’s clear by her reaction that she wants this as much as Ido.
Lilly
My heart starts racingthe second he pulls me to him. I was gutted when we got distracted earlier. I know I keep saying that we shouldn’t be doing this, that he’s my boss, but I don’t really mean it. As the night’s gone on, or maybe as the wine has gone down, I’ve been looking past all the reasons I’d told myself why I didn’t like him. But being up against his hard body on my sofa, all I care about is having his lips on me. All thoughts of him being my boss are gone, along with my reasoning about him not being my type. It’s been so long since anyone showed any interest in me that now I’m desperate for more, no matter what the consequences maybe.
As soon as his lips touch mine, it’s like I lose all control, which is very unlike me. I’ve never been forward when it comes to this sort of stuff—I’ve always been happy to sit back and let the guy take over. My hands come up to the side of his head and my fingers tease the short hair before running over his shoulders and down his chest. Without instruction from my brain, my fingers find their way to his tie before starting work on his buttons, all the while our tongues dancing together in the most amazing kiss I’ve ever experienced. And to think I thought the feeling of his hand on my thigh in the car brought me to life…this is somethingelse.
I sit up and throw one leg over his thighs so I’m sat on his lap. I look down on him and I can’t believe the difference. His perfect hair is now perfectly messy, his blue eyes dark and hungry, and his chest…well, there aren’t words for how perfectly defined every muscle is, and the scar that runs a couple of inches across his left pec sets the whole thingoff.
Lucas sits with an amused look on his face as I stare shamelessly at him. Where’s the sophisticated businessman gone? This man between my thighs is a bad boy. Excitement bubbles up in me at thethought.
“Bedroom,” he states before lifting me as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me in the direction Ipoint.
As soon as the door is kicked shut, I am dropped on the bed none to gently before I feel the fabric of my dress being pulled up my thighs. The sudden realisation of what he’s about to see makes me panic. I bring my hands down to his to make himstop.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking up through his dark lashes at me. The sight makes my breath catch. He lifts one of his hands and runs it through his hair, pushing the inky black locks away from hisforehead.
“I’ve…uh…got a scar.” His eyebrows draw together in confusion. “It’s ugly and no one’s ever seen it like this.” I gesture between us in the hope he understands what Imean.
