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CHAPTER 12

FOX

“So?”

Lilah holds up a messy cheese-and-sour-cream-covered finger, chews, and swallows. But she doesn’t answer me then. No. First, she takes a sip of her sparkling jalapeno lime lemonade, letting out an exaggerated Ahhh before setting it back down and dabbing at her lips with a napkin.

I get the feeling she’s enjoying the fact that I’m sitting on the edge of my chair, awaiting her reaction far too eagerly.

Finally, she sets her napkin down and looks me in the eyes. “I think we should get married.”

I laugh. “Apparently, we’re already getting married, sugar.”

“Oh, right.” She pokes her tongue into her cheek, contemplating. “Let’s have sex, then.”

Fun fact: jalapeno lime lemonade does, in fact, burn when it comes out of your nose.

Lilah beats on my back as I choke thanks to her very sudden suggestion we have sex. That suggestion has my pants tightening, and that’s even while I struggle to breathe. I’m not sure if that’s a new kink being unlocked or what, but it’s certainly a recent development when I’m trying not to die.

“Sorry,” she says, though she doesn’t sound sorry at all; she’s barely able to get the word out amidst her laughter.

I cough, reaching shakily for the glass of water she hands me. I’m thankful I had the foresight to grab it just in case dinner was too spicy for her. After chugging half of it, I take my first real breath in what feels like hours instead of seconds and sigh.

“I was…not…expecting…that,” I manage through labored gulps of air.

She giggles, and it’s so cute I almost forget she just nearly killed me. “It’s the only thing I could think of to repay you because these nachos might be the best nachos of my life.”

“Sex for good nachos. Got it.” I take another long pull of water, then set it down. “I’m not sure that’s an equal payment, but if you insist…”

I reach for the button on my jeans, pretending to undo it, and she yelps, rushing to stop me. I fight back laughter the whole time.

“Stop, stop! I was kidding!”

I level her with a faux glare. “Come on, Lilah. Don’t be a tease.”

“But teasing’s my favorite,” she says, winking at me, and I think she might be serious. I think Lilah likes to tease. A lot. And I like it far more than I probably should.

We’re close. So close I can smell her perfume—that same light floral scent from New Year’s Eve I have burned in my memory—and feel the warmth radiating off her. Her lips part just slightly, her breaths uneven as her gaze flicks between my eyes and my mouth.

You can kiss me if you want to.

I remember my words from the other night, and I wonder if she remembers them, too. If she were to kiss me right now, I’d let her. I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. But I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself.

Her eyes drop lower to where her hands are still on mine, dangerously close to my cock that’s pressing against my zipper, and I’m sure she can definitely see I am not mad about our proximity.

Fuck. How pathetic am I that I’m getting a boner because I’m sitting close to a beautiful woman? It’s like I’m sixteen all over again.

I clear my throat, and she rips her hands away, scooting as far from me as possible, ducking her head. The tension in the room is palpable, our silence deafening. It’s easily the most awkward things have been between us, and I’ve seen her naked ass.

Shit. Why’d I have to go and think about that? Picturing her perfectly pert ass does nothing to help the growing situation in my pants.

Think about something else, Fox. Anything else. Think of your save percentage this year. Think about how you let in that soft goal last night.

That’s enough to help calm my cock a little as we turn back to our meals. We eat silently for a long time, both plates nearly empty when Lilah asks how practice went this morning.

I reach up and massage my neck, which tightens with tension at the mention of hockey. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” she asks, popping a meat-and-cheese-loaded tortilla chip into her mouth, a little moan escaping her.

I do my best to ignore it.

“Yeah, just wasn’t entirely up to par. I’ve, uh, been a bit off my game lately, even in practice.”

“Aren’t you guys like third in your division?”

“Fourth.” We slipped a spot, and it was all thanks to my shit goaltending, which meant we gave up a two-goal lead with less than five minutes to go. Keller sold himself out to try to save us, but it wasn’t enough.

“Then what’s the big deal? I mean, I know I’m new to the game and all, but isn’t that good?”

“It’s not bad, but we could be in a better position, especially with the playoffs coming up so soon. Need to pad points now while we can because other teams will be pushing.”

“There’s still a lot of hockey left to play.”

I grin. “You sure you’re new to the game? That sounds like a seasoned approach right there.”

She shrugs. “I might have picked it up watching a game or two this week.”

She’s been watching my games? So much for my cock calming down. The idea of Lilah sitting in her apartment, curled up on her pink couch, watching my games, excites me far too much.

“Have you been keeping tabs on me, sugar?” I tease.

She startles at the nickname, dropping her perfectly good chip right back onto her plate, and I grin, really liking that it affects her.

She recovers quickly, pushing her shoulders back. “So, what are you going to do to fix it?”

I like that she doesn’t try to talk me up and tell me I’m doing fine and to get over it. She sees it’s a struggle for me and me alone, sees that no amount of kind words will make me play better.

“I don’t know, honestly.”

And I truly don’t. I know how I usually try to loosen up, but sex isn’t exactly on the table right now, not with me “dating” Lilah. We don’t need to complicate this thing between us any more by throwing sex into the mix.

“Let’s have sex, then,” she announces again.

Even though my pants tighten even more, I laugh off her words. “Nice try, Lilah. You’re not getting me with that a second time.”

I rise from my chair, take my empty plate, and reach for hers. She nods, and I grab her plate, carrying them to the counter. After tossing our scraps into the trash, I dump the dishes into the sink to deal with later and turn to clean up the kitchen. I’m acutely aware of Lilah behind me. I can feel her staring as I grab a glass dish from the cabinet above me for the leftover chicken.

There’s none of that light and fun air from earlier, no laughter. No amusement at all. It’s static. Stilted. Lilah’s chair scrapes against the floor, and I try not to react to the noise, try to focus on nothing but the task at hand, but it’s pointless. All I can do is count her steps as she gets closer and closer.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

She’s behind me now, her heat pressing at my back, and I act like she’s not. I don’t trust myself right now; I might do something really stupid like turn around and kiss her.

“Fox,” she says, my name a mere whisper. “I wasn’t joking.”

I swallow. Hard.

Because I knew she wasn’t. Deep down, I knew she wasn’t teasing at all. She meant every word, and as much as I didn’t want to like each one, I did. Do. I really fucking do.

“Fox,” she says again, tugging at my arm, and I let her turn me until I’m facing her.

God, she’s beautiful. Her blue eyes pop against the dark red of her shirt. Her hair hangs loosely around her shoulders, and I’ve been fighting the urge to wrap it around my fingers all night, wanting to see if it’s as silky as it looks. I want to kiss off every bit of the pale pink lipstick on those lips I’ve dreamed about since our kiss.

“I want to help you.”

“Help me?” The words come out strangled like someone is holding my throat and restricting my air supply. Weird because that’s how I feel right now as she stares up at me and tells me she wants to help me by having sex with me.

“Yeah. Help you. You say you need to relax, right? Well, this— I —could help you. You’re helping me, so it’s only fair, right?”

I shake my head. “No, Lilah, that’s not fair. I’m not helping you so you’ll sleep with me. I’m helping you because I want to.”

“I know that. And I’m not really saying I want to sleep with you because I want to help you with your game. It’s called a facade.”

“Facade?”

“Yeah, a front. A smokescreen. Pretense.” She chuckles, stepping closer. “I can pull a bunch of other words out of my Scrabble-loving head, but none of them will work better than this. Fox, I want to sleep with you because I want to sleep with you.” Another step. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our kiss and how I want to kiss you again. Because your damn goalie stretches got to me. Because you served me homemade sparkling jalapeno lime lemonade in a mug. Because you save turtles.” Another step as she pushes up on her tiptoes, her breath ghosting against my lips. “Because I like you, Arthur Fox.”

I swallow thickly, blood thrumming in my ears.

Because I like you, Arthur Fox.

Arthur.

I drag my tongue against my lips, just barely missing hers.

“You…like me?”

She nods, her stare on my mouth. “I do.”

Another rough gulp. I have no idea what to do with that confession.

I like Lilah, too. A lot. I didn’t think going to a stuffy birthday party or seeing her in my jersey or hanging out with her at Top Shelf or making nachos for her would make me feel that way, but here we are.

“Do you remember when you said I could kiss you if I want to?”

I nod. “I remember.”

“Well, I want to, Fox. I really, really want to.”

I want to say something cool like, What are you waiting for? But I don’t have it in me.

All I can manage is, “Lilah.”

It’s the last thing I say before she presses her lips to mine, and my whole fucking world flips upside down. My hands fall to her hips on instinct, and I pull her to me, dragging her up until her toes are barely touching the floor as she kisses me with fervor. Her hands crash into my hair, tugging me in and hanging on just as tightly as I am like she’s afraid this is all going to disappear soon.

And it should disappear. We shouldn’t be doing this. This is a very, very bad idea that feels so, so good.

Stop this, Fox. Stop it now before it’s too late.

But I don’t listen to myself. I can’t. She feels too fucking good. Too right. Too much like… mine .

That brings me right back to reality because she’s not mine. What we’re feeling is because of the situation we got ourselves into. That’s it.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I whisper, pulling away even though every part of me says not to because this feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I want more of it so damn badly that my hands are shaking.

Still, this is a big deal right now. It was all supposed to be fake, just a favor, and her lips on mine don’t feel fake at all. What she’s suggesting isn’t fake. It’s all too real and feels all too good, like something I could get dangerously addicted to if I let myself. And while I really want to let myself, I know I shouldn’t.

“We shouldn’t.”

She juts her bottom lip out in a pout, and I hate that I want to lean forward and sink my teeth into it. “Why not?”

“You know why not, sugar.”

“But I don’t,” she says, pressing closer to me again, and I groan. She’s warm and soft and feels like absolutely everything I want right now. “I don’t understand why not. We know what this is, Fox. We know there are no other expectations. Why not have some fun?” She dances her fingers over my chest like she can’t help but touch me right now. “Because isn’t that what this whole thing is supposed to be about? Having fun?”

“Having fun messing with your parents. Not having fun like this.”

She drags her fingers down my chest, tracing over my abs, not stopping until she’s brushing the edge of my jeans. “It can be both.”

She tugs my shirt, her soft touch tickling my bare skin, and I might have had too much spice tonight. I must have. It’s the only explanation for why I’m sweating so much from such a small touch.

“Lilah…” I say. No, I beg . “It’s a bad idea.”

“I don’t think it is. I think you want it to be a bad idea because if it’s not, you might have to admit you’re not always a gentleman, admit you want this and you want to do dirty, dirty things to me…use me. You want to fuck me and release all this tension you’ve been holding on to so you can play better hockey.” She tugs on my jeans, dragging me closer, her lips mere centimeters from mine. “And honestly, Fox, I want you to.”

She’s right. I do want to do dirty, dirty things to her. I want to bend her over this countertop and pull those jeans that make her ass look so damn good right down her legs. I want to push myself between her thighs and taste her until she’s screaming my name. Then I want to slam into her, fuck her until her legs are nothing but jelly and I’m all she feels tomorrow when I’m between the pipes, winning us a game. Because I do think this will help with my game. Tremendously, actually.

So, yes, I want this, but it doesn’t change the fact that I shouldn’t.

“Please, Arthur. Let me help you. Let me do this for you.”

I don’t know what does me in, don’t know if it’s the way she says my name or her pleading, but I don’t care. Not when she’s staring up at me with hooded eyes, her hands still toying dangerously close to the button on my jeans. And especially not when I don’t want to resist her anymore.

“Oh, what the hell?” I mutter. “Fuck it.”

Then I grab her, sliding my hands into her hair that’s just as silky as I hoped, and drag those soft, plump lips of hers right back to mine, kissing the hell out of her. She gasps into my mouth, then again when I swing her into my arms and spin us both around, dropping her onto the counter and pressing between her knees. I drag her to the edge of the stone, fitting myself against her, wanting her to feel just what she’s been doing to me.

If the soft moan that leaves her is any indication, she definitely feels it.

“This is a bad idea,” I tell her, trailing my lips from hers and down her chin, sucking at her neck.

“Maybe, but it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm,” I hum, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh.

“It’s just fun,” she says, and I’m not sure if she’s telling me or reminding herself, but I don’t really care.

I grab the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head and tossing it aside as I admire the lacy black bra that does nothing to hide her hard nipples.

“Just in case I forget to tell you later, you look stunning, Lilah.”

Her breaths stutter with surprise, but I pay no attention, already placing my lips right back on her, kissing her softly just over where her heart beats wildly. Her fingers slip into my hair once more, holding me to her as her head lolls back. A soft sigh leaves her lips like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, either—except maybe between her legs with my tongue teasing her until she’s begging for mercy.

“Arthur…” she breathes out.

“What do you need, Lilah?” I ask, still pressing kisses to her chest. “Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want from me.”

“Everything.” She huffs out a laugh. “I want everything. I want…”

But she says nothing else, and I get the feeling she definitely wants something but is too afraid to ask for it, and Lilah is never afraid. I don’t want her to be. I want her to be herself. I want her to get everything from this she’s looking for.

“Then take it from me, Lilah. Take what you want.”

She tugs at my hair, pulling me away from her, then jumps off the counter, her body sliding against mine in all the right places.

“Take it,” I tell her again, and it’s like something snaps inside her.

She rolls her shoulders back and pushes on my chest. I stumble backward with the movement, already loving this side of her that fits her so well. Lilah has always been a force to be reckoned with. It makes sense to me she’s the same in the bedroom.

“Go to the couch and sit.”

I don’t dare question her. I do as I’m told, brushing past her and practically running to the living room. I sit on the dark gray leather couch as instructed, watching as she saunters into the room, looking like every bit of a wet dream. She continues until her knees touch mine, staring down at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

She reaches forward, softly running her hand through my hair. Suddenly, her grip turns just rough enough to hurt but still be enjoyable as she swings her legs over me and climbs into my lap. She scoots until we’re fitted together perfectly, my aching cock pressing against her warm center, and I set my hands on her waist but do nothing else, letting her set the pace here.

She places her thumb against my lips, tracing them lightly like she’s trying to memorize them. Needing to taste her, I slide my tongue out, brushing against her fingertip, and her eyes narrow like I’m in trouble.

For the first time, I think I like being in trouble.

“Do you need something to suck on?” she asks, and I nod. “Then pull my tits out and put your mouth to good use, Arthur.”

I don’t think I’ve ever moved faster in my entire life, and that includes the time I made a stick save against one of the best players of all time when New York took a penalty shot in game five of a conference showdown. I yank down the cups of her bra, revealing the tits I’ve been longing to see, and waste no time leaning forward, pulling a rosy nipple into my mouth and closing my teeth around it before chasing away the sting with my tongue.

Lilah moans, rocking her hips lightly against my cock that’s begging for any relief at this point. It’s not enough, but damn, does it feel good. I tease her, moving between sucking softly and nipping at her until she’s wiggling against me, searching for me.

“Take it,” I remind her, and once again, there’s a spark in her blue eyes. “I’m only going to do what you tell me to do.”

“I want to touch you.”

“Then touch me, sugar.”

She drags her hands over my chest like she did in the kitchen, then down until she’s pulling at the hem. I sit forward, letting her tug the material off me just as I did her earlier. I settle back against the couch as she runs her fingertips over me once more.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmurs, not taking her eyes off me, and I like the appreciation in them probably far more than I should. I’m not stupid; I know I look good. I spend a lot of time training for hockey. Still, it feels good to be stared at like I’m the last donut sitting in a pastry display.

“I don’t think anyone has said that about me before.”

She lifts a shoulder, then snaps open the button on my jeans. “It’s true.”

“Th-Thank you,” I stutter out as she drags the zipper down.

There are no pretenses as she slips her hand right into my boxer briefs and takes my heavy cock in her hand. I don’t know which of us sighs the loudest, but her touch is enough to have me breaking the rules, and I reach forward to kiss her again. I can’t help it, and I don’t think she minds anyway, her tongue sliding against mine instantly as she touches me in slow, nearly painful strokes. Once again, it’s not enough, but it’ll have to do with the confines of my jeans keeping us from more.

“Off,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Hmm?”

“Take your pants off,” she instructs like she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

She slips off my lap, pulling my jeans down along with her as she falls to the floor at my feet. It’s so fucking hot seeing her like this, her hair loose around her shoulders, lips puffy from my own as she stares up at me with pure fucking want.

“Do you want me to suck your cock, Fox?”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from groaning and nod.

She grins. “I thought you might.”

She leans forward, kissing the inside of my thigh, and I let out a shaky breath.

“I’m going to.” Another kiss, higher this time. “I’m going to suck you until you’re spilling down my throat, Arthur.” Another kiss and her lips are so goddamn close to my cock I could cry. “I’m going to swallow your load and love every damn second of it.”

It’s what I want too. So fucking badly. I can’t remember the last time I wanted anything more, actually. She kisses me again, her nose nudging against the one part of me where I really want her touch, and I barely hold back my sigh.

“Is that what you want too, Arthur? Do you want to fill me with your cum? Do you want to see it dribble down my chin? Do you want to taste yourself on my lips?”

I nod fervently, and she laughs lightly.

“Good. That’s what I want, too.” She hooks her hands into my boxer briefs, her eyes locked on to mine. “And that’s exactly what I’m going to get.”

With no other warning, she pulls me free and her mouth is on me. I’m dying. I have to be. There’s no other reason for the blinding white light behind my eyes. I’ve finally kicked the bucket, and it has everything to do with the lips currently wrapped around me.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fucking shit,” I say as she expertly moves her lips over me.

She giggles, and I feel it everywhere. I slip my hand into her hair, holding it back for her when it falls into her face, and she pulls off me.

Lilah levels me with a severe look. “Don’t you dare try to take charge. You do, and I’ll stop. Understood?”

I gulp, nodding.

She smiles, her lips ghosting against the head of my cock. “Good boy.”

Good boy.

I’ve been called a “good boy” a lot in my life, but I’ve never loved it as much as I do now.

Lilah sucks me right to the back of her throat, her mouth the perfect pressure as she works me over, and I let her. I don’t try to take control or pump from beneath. I let her do whatever she wants just like the good boy she says I am. She trails her nails lightly over the inside of my thigh, cupping my balls and rolling them gently in her palm, and I groan because god, how does she know? How does she fucking know it’s just what I need?

Lilah nudges my legs wider, and I let her, slipping lower on my leather couch as she slides her finger lower, right to that spot behind my balls that are tighter than I’ve ever felt before. She presses against me, and I was wrong before. Now I’m dead because holy shit that feels so good.

“Fuck,” I say, though it comes out more of a groan, and she laughs again. I love it and hate it all at once. “You’re killing me.”

She doesn’t seem to care. She just keeps sucking on me and pressing on that spot. My orgasm builds and builds, the base of my spine tingling with anticipation. Then with one more press—this time right to my tight ring that nobody has ever touched before—I do exactly what she wants, and I spill right down her throat with no warning.

Lilah’s as caught off guard as I am, but she doesn’t let that stop her. She swallows back my cum, trying to catch it all, but it’s a fruitless effort. There’s too much of it, and it slips down her chin. I can’t help myself—I grab her by her hair and pull her back to my lap, kissing her and tasting myself on her lips just like she asked for.

“That was incredible,” I say against her mouth as we both try to catch our breath.

“And just think, I’m not even done with you.”

I don’t know how, but the promise has my cock twitching against my thigh. I’ve never been ready to go again so quickly before. Of course it would be different with Lilah.

“What do you want next?” I ask, my voice muffled as I nuzzle my nose against her neck, needing to touch her in any way I can right now.

“I was thinking you could take me to your bedroom and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

I growl in appreciation, and she laughs.

“I take it you like the sound of that.”

I nod. “Very much so.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me already, Arthur Fox.”

I’ve pushed onto my feet before she can finish her sentence, hauling her right up along with me as I kick off my underwear the rest of the way and march us back down the hall to my bedroom while she chuckles the whole way.

“In a hurry?” she asks.

“Sure am.”

Another giggle quickly turns to a gasp when I drop her to my bed and crawl over her. She’s not laughing anymore, not when I kiss her hard and fast or when I drop my hands to the top of her jeans, and definitely not when I unsnap them and drag her zipper down, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. This is as real as it gets now, and we’re just moments from not being able to turn back.

And dammit, I don’t want to. I don’t want to walk away from her. Not now, not even when I still think this is a terrible idea. I want this too damn badly. I want her too damn badly.

“Stop,” she says, mouth ghosting over mine. “Stop overthinking this. It’s just fun, right?”

“Just fun,” I echo as I slip my hand inside her jeans, getting my first feel of her.

She’s wet. So fucking wet I can hear it, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world, even better than a packed arena chanting my name.

“You feel so good,” I tell her. “Want to taste you.”

“Please,” she begs.

It’s all she has to say. I drop to my knees and pull her jeans and panties from her body, fitting myself between her spread thighs and dragging my tongue over her with no words spoken between us. Her back curves off the bed with a loud sigh, like this is what she’s always wanted.

I think it may be what I’ve always wanted, too.

Her hands find their way into my hair again, and I let her control me, tell me what she wants. I like giving up control to Lilah; I like having her be in charge. Just like I like the sounds she’s making, how her legs shake around me, how her tugs on my hair are getting rougher and rougher as her breaths grow more and more ragged.

“I’m so close,” she says through harsh breaths.

“What do you need?” I ask her.

“You. Just you.”

So that’s what I give her. I slip my tongue over her dripping wet cunt and suck her clit into my mouth. I curl my fingers inside her, applying pressure to a spot I have a feeling she’ll love. She rewards me with more pants. More tugs. More needy whimpers that are like music to my ears.

“Arthur, Arthur, Arthur,” she chants, and I grin around her, adding just a bit more until there are no words, just sounds as she falls apart around me.

I’ve barely caught my breath before she’s pulling me up and pressing her mouth to mine. She rolls me onto my back and crawls on top of me, my cock nestled right against where I just was between her legs, and she grinds against me, already desperate for more. I’m desperate, too.

“Condoms?” she asks.

“Uh…” I rack my brain, trying to figure out where I stashed them. It’s been so long since I’ve done this, I don’t even know if I have any.

“It’s okay. I have some in my purse.”

She slips off me and hurries out of the room, and I let her, lying back and trying to catch my breath. What is even happening right now? I’m about to have sex with Lilah Maddison, my fake fiancée. We’re crossing a line, and I don’t have it in me to care.

Lilah comes bounding back into the room in record time, ripping open the condom with her teeth and sliding it over me before resuming her spot on my lap.

I like her there. She fits. We fit.

She kisses me softly, her hips sliding against mine, teasing me until I can barely take it anymore.

“Take it,” I remind her.

And she does. She sinks right down onto my waiting cock, and we both sigh with relief as I slip inside her for the first time.

“Oh, fuck ,” she mutters, taking me inch by inch, slow and torturous.

“I agree.”

“You feel so…” She takes another inch. “You’re so big, Arthur. I can’t take it all.”

“You can,” I tell her, reaching up to pluck at her nipples. “You can take it, sugar.”

She shakes her head but slips down the last little bit until she’s fully seated on my lap, not even a half inch of space between us.

“There you go,” I tell her, bringing her down to capture her lips with mine. “You did so good.”

“I did.” She nods as she moves her hips slowly and methodically, trying to adjust to me.

When she feels more comfortable—or maybe even uncomfortable with the need for more—she pushes up, sitting back, the angle changing so much that she feels even tighter, and I have to work harder to breathe. Lilah tosses her head back, closing her eyes as she finds a rhythm, and I watch in awe as she rides me, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

She’s fucking gorgeous like this, her cheeks stained red with exertion, sweat dotting her forehead. She’s still wearing her bra, her tits still spilling from the cups, like she wanted this so badly she couldn’t even bother fully undressing, and I’m perfectly okay with that. Her movements grow hastier, more frantic like she’s chasing something just out of reach, all while I do everything I can to hold back and not come too soon.

“Lilah…” Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down at me with those damn blue eyes of hers that I can’t seem to look away from. “Take what you need,” I remind her.

“I need you to fuck me, Arthur. Hard. ”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I flip us until she’s beneath me, and I slam back into her so hard she lets out a pleased cry. I don’t stop. I fuck into her as requested. Almost punishingly, and I don’t know why. Maybe for making me keep my hands to myself. Maybe for teasing me earlier in the kitchen. Or maybe because I’m just mad at myself for giving in to her so damn easily and possibly ruining everything. Whatever it is, I don’t stop, and she doesn’t ask me to.

No, she asks for more. Begs for it even. And I give it to her until she’s calling my name and squeezing my cock as she comes. I follow right after her, unable to hold back anymore, then collapse on top of her, my head on her chest. I lie there listening to her heart race as Lilah holds me in her arms, her nails tracing lightly across my back as she kisses the top of my head.

“Now, that was a very good boy,” she says, and I laugh.

But she’s right. I am a good boy. Her good boy.

And as much as I shouldn’t, I can’t fucking wait to be that for her again.