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I step into the bedroom and immediately spot her on the bed. She’s wearing white lace underwear and she still has her pink heels on. My cock throbs for her; my mouth waters for a taste. The only problem is that she’s fastasleep.
I quickly strip down and climb on to the bed with her. She doesn’t stir. I really want to wake her but she looks so beautiful sleeping, so I reluctantly side her shoes off her feet and lift her gently so I can pull the covers over her. I slide in beside her and pull her into me. I breathe her in; she smells likeapples.
I lie there with her in my arms for the longest time. She’s touched a part of me I didn’t know I had, and that excites and scares me in equal measures. She’s too good for me. Too beautiful, too kind, too caring for an arsehole like me but I’m too selfish to walk away from her. I know I’m going to hurt her. It’s what I do. But I can’t stay away. I’m addicted, which isn’t a goodthing.
Eventually, I pull myself away from her and head into the living room. I can’t sleep. There’s too much stuff going around my head. I want to say it’s work like it usually is. But it’s not—it’sher.
In an attempt to distract myself, I open my laptop and start replying to some emails. The referb of the hotel has started and I’ve had a million and one questions from the builder and architectalready.
I lose track of how long I’m sat staring at the screen but at some point, movement from my bedroom catches my attention. When I turn to look, I find Lilly stood in the doorway of my bedroom. She must have turned the lamp on as there is light behind her. It makes her look like anangel.
My heart thuds in my chest. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her blue eyes are bright and her full pink lips are parted with her slow breaths. Her skin is creamy white and her small but perfect tits are covered in lace along with her pussy. As pretty as they are though, I want to rip them from her body to reveal what is beneath. I run my eyes down her stomach and linger over her scar. I know she’s self-conscious of it but it’s a part of her and I wouldn’t change it for the world. She’s perfect as she is. I’m curious as fuck to know how she got it, mind you. I’m hoping one day soon she’ll be brave enough to tell me. The fear of that coinciding with me talking about my past isn’t far from my mind. It’s going to make her walk away, I know it will, and I would like to put that off happening for a long as possible. I can only hope she will begin to like me enough to be able to deal with mypast.
All thoughts of what I was doing completely vanish when she starts walking towards me. She disappears from sight and I almost turn around to see where she is when I feel her hands on my shoulders before running down my chest and onto mystomach.
“Come to bed,” she whispers in my ear. Why the fuck I got up when she was in my bed I have noidea.
“Okay.”
When her fingers reach the waistband of my boxers she bends them and starts running her nails back up. My cock, already hard, turns painful and strains against thefabric.
“I’ve got a better idea,” I mutter before practically throwing the laptop on to the table and pulling her over the back of the sofa so she’s sat astride my lap. “Perfect.”
I go to kiss her put she pulls away and puts her hand over her face. I see her glance over at the clock before whispering, “Middle of the night breath,” behind herfingers.
I don’t have time for her to start faffing around with brushing her teeth so instead of going for her mouth I turn my attentionelsewhere.
I pull the straps of her bra down her arms, which causes the flimsy fabric containing her tits to fall as well. I cup them both in my hands and gently squeeze. I lean forward and take one nipple in my mouth while pinching the other one. I’m rewarded by a moan of approval from Lilly as she starts grinding down onme.
“Fuck,Lilly.”
I lift my hips enough so I can pull my boxers over my arse and let my cock spring free. Before I know what’s going on, Lilly is off my lap and on her knees in front of me. She doesn’t waste any time. She immediately reaches forward and wraps her delicate hand around me. It feels incredible but nothing compared to when she lowers her mouth on me and sucksgently.
“Fuck,” I groan as my head falls back against thesofa.
She continues to suck me gently and it feels like it’s going to go on forever but she suddenly stops. My eyes fly open to see what’s going on but I’m greeted with the sight of her wiggling her knickers over her hips. I watch, enthralled, as they drop to the floor and she steps out of them. Her bra follows so she is stood in front of me completely bare. What is it about this woman? Nothing is enough; no amount of time is enough. I need more. I need forever, and that is a seriously scary thought. I haven’t ever wanted anything as much as I do right now since I was a kid. I learnt very quickly though that wishing and praying for something you wanted was pointless so I soon gave up and tried to deal with the shit I’d beendealt.
Lilly is different. She seems to want this as well. She wants me. Fuck knowswhy.
The feeling of her soft skin against mine pulls me from my depressing thoughts and back to the here and now. Her thighs encase mine and her hands come up to my shoulders. I take the hint and position myself so she can sink down on me. She waits a few seconds while she looks into my eyes. There are so many things I can see reflected back at me and it knocks me for six slightly. There’s anticipation and excitement but I’m sure I can also see some fear. I’ve no idea what she has to be scared about; I rationalise that it’s probably just my own feelings making me seethings.
She blinks, breaking our contact, before slowly moving down and taking me inside her. Her eyes lock onto mine again but this time all I see is pleasure. I grab on to her hips to help her move and eventually her eyes start to shut as the sensations take over. I want to tell her to open them but I’m afraid of what she’ll see in mine if I do. I’m scared she’ll she how much I want her, how much she already means to me after only this short amount of time. I’m not sure I want to know all that myself, let alone have her know ittoo.
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“Was everything okay?”she asks when we’re both curled up in bedagain.
“It was incredible, Lilly,” I reply, thinking back to our little session on thesofa.
“I didn’t mean that, you fool,” she says with a laugh and a playful slap to the shoulder. “I meant withCatherine.”
I want to groan at the sound of her name and the fact she’s even gets to be a part of this. “Yes, it wasnothing.”
“She wants you, youknow.”
“Uh huh,” is the only response I give, because I am all too aware of what Catherine wants, but I have no intention of Lilly knowing thetruth.
“Oh my God. You have, haven’t you?” Oh, too latethen!
“It was a long time ago, Lilly. And it was a huge mistake.” The look she gives me in return makes me feel like the biggest arsehole on the planet. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in the past, Lilly. None of which I’m proud of. What happened with Catherine is a drop in the ocean compared to most things. I know most people see me as this posh hotel owner, but be under no illusion that that is who I am. I know you’ve already figured out that it’s just a front. Yes, I love what I do. I love the challenge. I especially love making money, because once upon a time I had nothing. But dressing up in a swanky suit every day, looking like I belong, isn’t a part of it Ienjoy.”
“Why can’t you just be yourself then? Why put on the front?” she asks innocently, like it’s the simplest thing in theworld.
“When my dad trusted me to do this, I was at my lowest point, Lilly. Fair play to him giving me the chance, because I’m pretty sure if the tables were turned I wouldn’t have. To say I was a mess would be putting it lightly. I needed to leave all that behind me, so the day before I started I went out and bought everything I thought I needed for my new life. It worked so far as I’ve been incredibly successful, but it will never take away where I camefrom.”
“It’s not how you dress, Luc, that’s made you successful. That’s you. That comes from inside here,” she says, laying her hand over my chest. And she’s right, I guess. But no one wants their boss to look like a homelesstramp.
