Page 45 of Lilly
“Could you take me back now?” Lilly asks after we’ve had dinner. A wave of disappointment floods me that this weekend is over. I think it’s safe to say it’s up there with last weekend in London for my best weekendever.
“What? Why?” I ask in a bit of a panic. I’m not ready to let her goyet.
“I don’t want to, Luc,” she says, obviously seeing where my thoughts were headed. “It’s my deadline on Friday. Once I get everything completed, I’m all yours. Well, until I find ajob.”
“So you’re telling me I’ve got to take you back now, and that I’m not going to see you allweek?”
“Yeah, but,” she quickly adds, “I’ll be free to do whatever, go wherever after that. As long as my demanding boss allowsme.”
“I think he’ll agree to most things, Lilly. How about I take you back first thing in themorning?”
It doesn’t take her too long to agree to myplan.
We spend a while longer in front of the TV before Lilly convinces me to make use of the bathtub in the master bathroom. I had it installed because the room would have looked empty without it. I never had any intentions of using it. But being laid out in the bubbles with a soapy, wet Lilly lying on top of me makes me glad I put it in. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday evening. Actually, that’s not true, because not long after that thought, I sit her on top of me and get her to ride me. Water splashes everywhere but I couldn’t give a fuck. I’m in fuckingheaven.
