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“Come here, Lil.”
I won’t tell her what to do, but I will support her. We’ll never be alone again.
She steps between my feet; I pull her closer, kissing along her neck and sucking lightly on her prominent collarbone. Like I’m sucking the stress from her body, she sags into me.
And like that alone gave her enough strength, she answers it.
“Hello.” She spins and settles on my lap, cuddling up into me, slowing her breathing to match mine.
“You already know you broke our goddamn agreement, Lillian,” her dad’s voice bites out. It’s the tone he uses mostly with me, when there are no witnesses. Not with his daughter. At least, not that I’ve seen before.
“I know,” she admits softly. “But I don’t need Carson. I . . . I sold all my paintings at my show tonight.”
My chest aches with the realization that Lily still holds on to some hope with her dad. I can hear it even now in her voice.
“Lillian.”
“I’m doing well on my own. I’m . . . That should make you happy.”
He scoffs. “That’s fucking selfish, considering everything Carson and his father have done for you.”
His father?
My brow dips. What the hell does that mean?
Lily hangs up the phone in pure panic, letting it fall from her hand and thud onto the floor. She kicks it away for good measure.
“Are you okay?”
“Um . . . yeah. Just . . .”
I clear my throat, tucking her tighter to my chest. “Do you want me to take care of it?”
Lily presses her lips together. It’s enough to have my fingers moving toward the phone before her hand raises and pushes it down.
“No. I don’t want to do that right now.”
“What do you want, Lil?”
“Just this. Just you.”
Lily steps away then, shucking off her tights first, before reaching back for her zipper. I’m standing behind her before she can ask.
My hand wraps the length of her thick, auburn hair in my fist, pulling it up—tightening my grip slightly, enough to have a breath audibly puff out of her lips. I deftly pull down the zipper, slow and careful, fingers trailing against the satiny length of her spine.
“You okay, Lil?” I ask, pressing my lips into the back of her neck before smoothing her hair back down. She nods but doesn’t move. I take the pajamas gripped in her hands—a little slinky dress that looks more like expensive lingerie than sleepwear—and set it on the bed.
Slowly undressing her, I press my mouth to every inch of her skin—sometimes biting, sometimes just moving my lips over words I haven’t said in three and a half years.
Once she’s naked, I press her into her mattress, lifting her legs over my shoulders and nipping at the inside of her thighs. She’s squirming and desperate like she always is, and it makes me so fucking hard, I pull my own pants down to jack myself off.
“Easy, doll,” I breathe onto her clit as I raise my eyes to look across the length of her tight little body. “Let me make you come, yeah?”
She nods, and I tease her slowly into a full-blown frenzy. I’ll never get tired of this, her moans and groans pushing my hand faster as she comes the second my tongue comes up from her entrance and circles her clit—once, twice.
Hands gripping my hair, hips pressing up into my face, I come even harder, groaning my release into her cunt.
After she releases me, I head to the bathroom for a warm, damp cloth, caring for her gently as she gazes up at me with deep adoration I can almost feel soothing over my skin. I dress her slowly in her pajamas as she lies beneath me, dazed and relaxed and happy.
