Holt’s words are replaying in my mind, and the worst part is, he wasn’t wrong.
Thingsareworking out well with Lilly.
Lilly’s amazing.
She’s smart and talented and beautiful and funny and sexy and…fuck me.
By the time we reach the cabin, I still don’t know what to say to her. What could possibly make things better. So I say nothing.
I follow her into the house and watch as she takes off her coat and hangs it by the door. Her movements controlled and precise. Like she’s trying to hold herself together by sheer will.
I shut the door behind us. “Want to talk about it?”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she says without turning around. “I’m fine.”
Bullshit.
She moves through the house, heading straight for my office. Of course she does.
I watch for a second before following her.
When I step inside, she’s already behind the desk, her hands on the keyboard. “It’s late.”
“I just need to check a few things for tomorrow,” she says, glancing up. “It’ll only take a minute.”
Fuck that.
I know exactly what she’s doing. I’ve done it my whole life. I built an entirecompany by distracting myself from reality. From sticking my head so far into the work that I didn’t have to think about life.
I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit back and watch her turn into the same shell of a person I’ve become.
“Lilly.” I cross the room in two strides and pull the chair back so abruptly, she squeaks as it rolls back, away from the desk.
“What are you?—”
“You’re not going to solve anything tonight.”
“I’m not trying to solve anything.”
“Liar.” I scoop her up from the chair and into my arms. My mouth locks on hers in a crushing kiss. It takes her a few seconds for her lips to yield, but then they’re melting, and she’s moaning as my tongue tangles with hers. “I see that look in your eyes, Lilly. I know it all too well.”
“I’m just trying to?—”
“Forget,” I finish for her as I take a step backward, set her on my desk, right on top of the files and papers she has neatly stacked there.
“Luke! All the paper?—”
“You don’t really think I give a fuck about paperwork when your sweet ass issitting on my desk looking so god damn, fuckable, do you?”
Her face heats, the blush traveling down to the open collar of her blouse. “You want to forget, sweetheart?” I suck her bottom lip between my teeth until she groans. “I’ll make you forget every single thing but the feeling of my thick cock in your tight pussy, fucking you until you scream.”
The moan that slips from her throat has my cock hard as a rock and straining against the fly of my jeans.
She just got the news that her future is well and truly fucked by her son of a bitch ex, and here I am, a selfish asshole who can only think about burying myself so deep inside her that she sees stars.
But fuck it.
I need her to feel it. I need her to shatter around me. I need to be the reason that she forgets it all, even if for only a few minutes.
