Page 108 of Deathless & Divided

Jesus Christ.

It wasn’t like Damian to make those kinds of errors.

When Lily came into the picture, Damian’s mind went to a completely different place. She was fucking him up left and right but he didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Nothing about her expression said she was disgusted or angry about finding the lab coat. She wasn’t trying her damnedest to get as far away from him as she could, either.

This was not the Lily that Damian thought he knew. He couldn’t deny that he liked this unfazed attitude she sported. If their lives were going to be permanently intertwined through marriage, it likely wouldn’t be the first time she found something that connected him to a hit. And even if she didn’t find something, the girl knew what he was.

“Lily—”

“I saw nothing,” Lily murmured, slipping his powder blue tie under the matching vest. “For you, I see nothing.”

Well, then …

“Don’t you want to know why?” Damian asked.

“As you told me once, a death always means something to someone. His means little to me, so no, I don’t care about why. I’m more curious about how.”

Damian caught her wandering hands, needing her to be still for a moment. “Ghost.”

Lily didn’t drop his stare as she said, “I figured.”

“Why?” Damian asked.

“Why what?”

“Why don’t you care that you found something like that?”

Lily shrugged. “Because I care about you.”

Oh.

When her hand skimmed the crotch of his tux pants for the fifth time, Damian smirked. She’d done it more than enough to have his cock hard. The ridge of his erection strained against the smooth fabric. No doubt, she could feel what her light grazes had done to him.

“What game are you playing, Lily?”

She looked up at him with those brown eyes of hers. Nothing about the smile she gave him said innocence. The girl knew exactly what she was doing. “Hmm?”

“You come over here today for a fitting and we both know the damn suit fits me perfectly. What are you really here for?”

Lily’s fingers slid along the waist of his pants. She dipped below the band of his boxer-briefs, her fingers threading into the dark hair leading down to his cock. Just the feeling of her hand close to his dick had Damian growing harder by the second.

“You’re busy lately,” Lily said.

“Sorry.”

“I’m busy, too.”

“You are,” he agreed.

“So I needed an excuse to come see you. This seemed like a good one and it worked to get you settled for an hour.”

Damian glanced at the clock. “Two, actually.”

“Can we make it a day?” Lily asked sweetly.

A thick, heady groan caught in Damian’s throat as Lily’s hand slipped further into his pants and circled his aching shaft. Her palm was soft and hot against the sensitive skin of his dick. She stroked him from the base to the tip and kept her eyes locked on his all the while. Her teeth cut into her bottom lip in the sexiest way as her hand tightened just enough to have the air rushing out of his lungs.

“Holy shit,” Damian hissed.