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  Finally, she sat back. “No moving!” she ordered, pointing her finger at me.

  I nodded solemnly. It was all I could do not to chuckle, and I lay back down and gave over to the sensation of her exploring my cock. My laughter quickly dried in my throat with her hand rubbing circles through my boxers. She concentrated on the head, running her fingers up the side of my shaft, gently pinching the tip between forefinger and thumb. I could feel the wet heat of her pussy against my thigh. So close to where I wanted her to be. On my cock. Riding me hard. My balls tightened, and tingles streaked up my spine. I could have gotten free if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t. Having her touch me through a clothing barrier was torture—but if she could take it, so could I.

  The head of my cock crept up past my waistband and she ducked her head down, my back bowing off the floor when her tongue slid over the tip, little licks and wet presses of her lips. I pushed up, trying to shimmy more of my cock into her mouth, but she wasn’t having any of that. She wrapped her hands around it, just under the head, then popped her lips around the bulb, lubing me up with pre-come and her hot, wet mouth. Her lips were divine friction, and I pumped my hips upward, trying to drive into her, frustration and pleasure a close-run thing.

  I cried out, desperate to reach the end as she milked my shaft, gently tugging at my balls as she worked me with her mouth, my cock glistening as it slipped in and out of those fuckable lips. Her tongue swirled and danced across the head of my cock until I was digging my nails into the backs of my hands, my spine cracking with the urge to push more of my cock past red, swollen lips. I wanted her to swallow me whole.

  I couldn’t stand it. I ripped free of my shackles and gripped her hair, yanking her head down onto me. She groaned, the sound vibrating up through her chest, causing my balls to tighten and the heat in my belly to explode outward. She released my cock as I came, opening her mouth so that strings of come spurted over her tongue and chin, dripping down onto my stomach. I sagged back, feeling as though I’d run a marathon. And won.

  “You broke them.” She moaned as she picked up the remnants of her panties and used them to wipe off the globules of come and then knelt before me like a beautiful goddess, long slender limbs, pert tits, and soft belly. Perfection. My cock twitched and came back to life, stiffening in awe of how fucking fantastic she looked. I drove to my feet, unable to stop myself from scooping her up and throwing her onto my bed again. She let out a squeal and laughed. I didn’t laugh back. I was too busy looking at her. I liked how she looked, all splayed out and naked. Decadent. My heart skipped a beat.

  “Stay like that. Just like that,” I warned.

  She just laughed again and spread her legs until I could see her pussy, all pink and juicy and waiting for me. Black dots danced in my vision. I shook my head, wondering what the fuck I was doing, looking and not touching. Getting out of my clothes took more time than I wanted to waste, but I stripped bare and grabbed a condom from the drawer. I wanted her skin to skin, craved the feel of her sweat-slicked body fucking with mine.

  “You ready?” I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed, within reach of my throbbing cock.

  “Uh-huh.”

  I barely waited for the go-ahead before flipping her over. She spun, landing face-first into the bed. I grasped her hips, and she let out a gasp when I pulled her back so her plump ass was high in the air.

  “That’s it, baby. Brace yourself.” I yanked her back, and her knuckles tightened against the sheets. I drove forward, slamming my cock between the folds of her wet pussy. My dick wedged in her sweet, tight sheath and she tensed. “Just relax,” I said, holding back a groan, along with the urge to move. She felt so fucking good.

  I needn’t have bothered worrying. She was already wriggling backward, feeding her greedy snatch onto my cock, eating up the inches to my balls. I rocked up and back, gently pushing forward a little farther each time, until my cock was fully embedded, snug, deep inside her. Her sheath was a vise, gripping me hard, the friction a delicious rub impossible to resist.

  I sat back, pulling her with me so she was sitting on my lap with my cock buried deep. I let her take control, spreading my thighs so she squatted between them, steadying herself with her hands on the bed. She eased back before coming at me again, slowly at first, then quick jerks of her hips as she bounced up and down.

  “This feels so-oo good,” she said, her breath catching. “Oh yeah. Fucking good.”

  Her movements gathered momentum until her ass was a jackhammer, pistoning up and down, her ass slapping against my thighs each time she landed on me. I wrapped my hands around her hips, found the nub of her clit, and felt the resulting clench of her pussy grab at my dick when I pressed down. The force of her orgasm pushed me backward, and I braced my knees against the bed to stop from sliding to the floor. I shoved her forward so she was back in her original position, ass high, head and shoulders flat against the bed. Before she had time to get up and find purchase, I pulled her hips back, skewering her with my cock again. A tremble shivered down her spine as I slid out slowly, my cock shiny with her juices.

  “Hold still,” I growled.

  I pushed forward again, closing my eyes. My hands trembled when I drew my cock out and rubbed the tip between the entrance to her sex and the tight pucker of her ass. It skated easily over her damp skin, notching for a moment in her ring. She stiffened, and I drew a line back to her slit, plunging deep again. Once. Twice. But her sweet little asshole lured my cock back. I gripped the base, directing the tip back and forth between two delectable temptations. I toyed with her entrance, Lila moaning deep, her hips circling the air restlessly.

  Once more, I followed the glossy trail up through the channel of her buttocks.

  “Do it,” she hissed, rocking back.

  I froze, not wanting to hurt her. “Have you done it like this before?”

  “No.”

  I sucked in a breath, perversely pleased she had a virgin ass. And I aimed to take it. But not yet. Tonight I didn’t know how much control I had. Not enough. She had a way of flipping the switch in me, robbing me of reason. Sanity.

  Still, I nudged forward until my cock was prodding at her ass, barely breaching the ring, the puckers rigid silk beneath my dick. She let out a moan and I withdrew, but she pressed back against me, asking for more. My whole body shook with the effort of holding back, a sweet burn that gripped my balls and squeezed tight. Sweat gathered at my temples as I leaned over her, pressing kisses into the back of her spine.

  I slid two fingers into her pussy, working them in and out as I kept my dick at the entrance to her ass, gently applying pressure. My thumb found her clit and her whole body shuddered, her sheath contracting, tighter and tighter. She started moving, grinding her hips, forcing me to keep a tight grip on my control lest I hurt her. I pushed my cock in a little farther and she let out a cry, not of pain, but pure pleasure as she flew apart, spasming around my fingers, her ass sucking and grabbing at my dick.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out and ripped off the condom. Wrapping my fist around my shaft, I pumped my cock, feeling my balls cinch tight as I came all over her rounded buttocks. I grunted with satisfaction. Thick puddles of come pooled in the dip of her spine, fat globules dripping down the back of her thighs. It was a view I could have stared at all night.

  She let out a contented sigh and looked over her shoulder. “Cleanup on aisle A.” She grinned.

  I shook my head and laughed, easing away from the bed to grab a towel.

  “Thanks.” She was already up and snatched the towel from my hands, disappearing into the bathroom. I collapsed on the bed, my dick still stiff.

  She came back out, but she didn’t join me on the bed as I’d hoped she would. She bent to gather her clothes, and I leaped up, pulling them out of her hands.

  “What are you doing?”

  Her gaze flicked to mine, wide and open. “Going home?”

  Ouch. Surprisingly, knowing I was just a fuck stung a little.
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br />   “You don’t have to go,” I said, wanting her to prove me wrong and stay. Usually I couldn’t wait to get whichever nameless, faceless lover out of my bed. It didn’t feel great to have the boot on the other foot. I was the one who always took control, telling myself work was more important and I needed whatever sleep I could find. Easier to disconnect quickly and have them leave without any drama.

  Except that tonight work was the last thing on my mind. I was tired, yes, but I felt satisfied. Content. I wasn’t sure I’d finished with her yet. I still had things to discover. About her body. And about the person underneath that sassy-as-fuck exterior. How much did I really know about her? I wanted her to be beside me when I went to sleep. To be there when I woke up. To have and to hold during the night as the whim took us.

  I was nowhere near finished with Lila Ward yet. And I was determined to get what I wanted.

  “I’ll take you to breakfast in the morning,” I promised, too tired to think past getting her to agree.

  “Well, if there’s breakfast involved…” She grinned slyly.

  She dropped her clothes and let me guide her back to bed. I stretched out under the covers and she lay beside me, resting her head on my chest. I buried my nose in her hair and drew in her scent. The perfect combination. Vanilla. Sex. And me.

  Chapter Eight

  LILA

  I snuck out the front door of Blake’s apartment in the dead of night, trying to stay quiet, my heart pounding so hard I was surprised I hadn’t woken him. I called for an Uber once I’d made it outside, grinning to myself like an idiot, enjoying the hit of adrenalin like a recalcitrant child. It was all his fault. I’d wanted to stay, but after Blake had ordered me to, of course I couldn’t.

  Too bad. Being wrapped in his arms had felt nice, the comfort of his body warmly molded to mine, holding me close. But suddenly his arms had seemed too tight, and the confines of his bed had turned into a prison, suffocating me. As soon as I was sure he’d fallen asleep, I’d wriggled free and run.

  Okay. A tiny piece of me had been hoping he might wake up and beg me to stay, but he’d been out like a light, breathing long and deep, like a man who hadn’t had a decent sleep in a while. I had no idea why that would be. Blake was the kind of man who knew exactly what he was doing and had nothing on his conscience. He was the boss. No second-guessing. At least, he certainly liked telling me what to do. The worst of it was, I kinda liked it when he did.

  Once I got home, I crept under the cold duvet of my unmade bed, trying to generate a patch of warmth. I could admit to myself that I’d been drifting along since I arrived in Wellsford, and it had been nice to have someone else take charge, even if it was just to order my panties on and off. Blake had a way of making following orders worthwhile.

  Aftershocks danced down my spine as memories of exactly what he had done to me flooded my thoughts. I hadn’t known my ass was so sensitive, the burn both pleasure and pain, and I’d found myself looking forward to doing exactly what he wanted. And more.

  And that was a problem.

  Austin had been fun at first, too, and I’d blindly accepted what was going on around me, the things he asked of me, because he cared about me. Or so I’d thought. In the end, I had lost myself, the line between love and control a gaping void I’d had to crawl out of on my own. I didn’t want to fall into that abyss again.

  At least I’d known right away that Blake didn’t want forever. That helped keep my rising feelings for him in perspective, enabling me to hold back on the parts of myself that wanted to spend more time with him. He was a force of nature, a trait I found very attractive in a man. Too attractive for my own good. The clash of power, the simmering sexual tension that grew close to a flash point whenever I let my guard down, it turned me on way too much. I had to keep reminding myself that I was simply a convenient diversion for him. Which was a good thing.

  Thank God he annoyed me in all other ways outside of bed. Did he always have to be so damn pretentious about everything? Be like me. Save all your money. Work hard for your future. The sleek and modern house he’d built for himself was amazing and must have cost a million at least, if not two. I could’ve been walking into a design magazine photo. His car was also the latest style, with heaters that warmed you from ass to toes and beyond. He’d achieved all of that, and he was only a few years older than I was—twenty-eight or twenty-nine, I’d guess.

  And if what Mia had said about him was true, he hadn’t come from money. All his achievements had been accomplished on his own, with no help from anyone. In that respect we were the same, although our outlook on the future was different. Right now I couldn’t see past making the most of today, let alone think about next week, next month, or next year. I didn’t want to tie myself down or feel trapped again.

  I sighed. He was right about my lifestyle and my current employment status, of course. I should be looking for a job instead of squandering what savings I had, generous though the app sale had been.

  The problem was, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, or who I wanted to be. I could come up with another app, I supposed, but all that would do was give me breathing space for another year, two tops. Besides, I was all out of really good ideas, and even if I did have a great concept, I didn’t have the business background needed to start a company of my own. And working for Blake? That was never going to happen. So I was stuck milling around, waiting for a madcap idea I could run with.

  Boom or bust. That was me.

  I heard Mia moving around in the apartment and I tapped my phone to check the time. Two thirty in the morning. She had definitely been in when I got back. I rolled out of bed, thinking I might as well say hi while we were both home, as seldom as that was. And I didn’t particularly want to be alone with my thoughts.

  Mia whirled on me when I walked into the kitchen. “Shit. Sorry, did I wake you?”

  “No, I was already awake.” I paused when I saw she was fully dressed and had her jacket on. “Where are you going?” I waggled my brows. “Late night booty call?”

  “God, I wish.” She groaned. “I can’t remember the last time I stopped working long enough to have sex. But no, I have to go in to work. The cast has flown out and their first stop is South Africa. It’s eight a.m. there, and Brynn needs me to coordinate a few things from this end.”

  “At two o’clock in the morning? That’s ridiculous.”

  Mia dragged her hand through her hair as I frowned. “Don’t start with me. Honestly, I don’t mind.”

  I gave her my honest opinion of her appearance. “Well, you should. You look like shit.”

  When I’d first met her years ago, she’d been the spark of the girls’ cabin, a livewire who had drawn in everyone at camp. I’d been in awe of her easy popularity, amazed that she’d picked me out of everyone else to be her best friend for the summer. Her recent call-out for a roommate had been the first thing that’d excited me for a long time. I’d thought she would be the perfect gateway to starting a new life in Wellsford.

  These days her spark had been all but snuffed out. I wanted the old Mia back.

  “It’ll be better now that shooting has started,” she said.

  I patted her shoulder. “Well, hurry up and get whatever it is you’re doing done. We’ll stay home tonight and have some fun. A little wine, some peel-off facemasks.”

  “Shit.” She jerked upright. “Blake! I didn’t ask you about your date tonight.”

  I waved her off. “It’s nothing serious. We scratch an itch for each other.”

  She scooted forward. “What was it like? I always wondered what he’d be like in bed. Lie down. Spread your legs. Now…fuck.” She gave a good imitation of his voice, and I started laughing. Really, she wasn’t so far off.

  “Something like that,” I said, hiding my head in my hands.

  “So you’re not going to spill?”

  I shook my head. “What happens under the covers stays under the covers. And on the couch. And against the wall,” I couldn’t help
adding.

  “Holy fuck.” She chuckled. “That’s quite some itch.”

  “Didn’t you say you had to go?” I reminded her, my face growing hot.

  “I’m glad you came to live here,” she said. “Definitely more interesting than living with Declan.”

  She ran out the door and I headed back to bed, briefly contemplating a shower. I could smell Blake on my skin. But I liked it, so I opted to fall back under the covers, enveloped in the scent of sex and memories.

  Morning tumbled into my room too quickly, and before I knew it, Mia popped her head in the door.

  “Lila, you have to get up.”

  “No, I don’t,” I protested, hauling the covers tighter around me.

  “Yes, you do,” a deep voice instructed.

  Fuck. I bolted upright, then squeezed my eyes tight. “Please don’t tell me you let Blake into my bedroom,” I scolded. Silence. I cracked one lid up enough to see the man of the moment standing in the doorway. I groaned. “Why are you here?”

  “I promised you breakfast,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

  “See you, Lila! I have to go back to work,” Mia called from the kitchen. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Especially not on my couch.” Her laugh tinkled, cutting off as the door slammed behind her.

  Suddenly the apartment seemed very small. And hot.

  “You told her?” Blake raised a brow and I ducked my head as his dimples flashed.

  “I didn’t say anything,” I grumbled as he sauntered closer, my voice drying up when he dropped to his haunches beside the bed.

  “I wouldn’t care if you did,” he said, winking. He snapped the covers off me and his breath hissed through his teeth. All I was wearing was a scant pair of pajama shorts. No top. “God, you really are something,” he said.