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I pull her toward me and suck on a nipple, pounding into her from below. Her neck arches back and I run my tongue along it, squeezing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
My balls tighten up, and the tingling sensation ignites at the base of my spine. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.
I unwrap my arm from around her waist and let her sit back up so I can bring my thumb to her clit while she grinds her pelvis into me. Lilah’s eyes roll back in her head and her back arches while she futilely tries to keep her moans of satisfaction in check.
She cries out as her orgasm squeezes my cock, her movements jerky, and I fall over the edge with her. She milks my cock until I have nothing left to give and she collapses on my chest.
Our sweaty chests stick together while we lie there, both trying to catch our breath. Eventually she rolls off of me and onto her back in an exhausted heap. I roll to my side and kiss her temple, then I position us so my chest meets her back.
The last thing I remember thinking as my eyes flutter shut is I feel more like myself in this moment than I have in years.
That has to mean something.
Chapter Seventy-one
LILAH
I’m so stupid. It’s like I’m destined to make poor decisions when it comes to Jimmy.
I shake my head, arranging the last few items in my suitcase. Monica is downstairs watching TV, so she’ll probably be distracted for another twenty minutes.
“What are you doing?”
I gasp and spin around to the doorway, my hand over my heart. “Oh my God, you scared me.” I’m gasping for breath and my heart rate is through the roof.
Jimmy eyes the suitcase and meets my gaze. “Going somewhere?”
“I told you yesterday that I have to get back to my real life. I’m going to lose my job if I don’t.”
Hurt flashes in his eyes before he steps into the room. “You’re taking Monica back to Kansas?”
I turn around and shuffle things around in my suitcase so that they’ll fit. “She needs to get back to her regular routine. It’s not good for her to be out of it for this long.”
He steps beside me and crosses his arms. “Were you trying to sneak out without saying goodbye?”
I rear back and look at him. “Of course not. I’d never take Monica without letting her say goodbye to you.”
“And what about you? Would you say goodbye?”
I turn from him and pull the top up over my suitcase to zip it closed.
How does he expect me to respond to that question? Last night was a mistake. Well, it’s not like I regret it. I’ll cherish the memory, like I do all the other times with Jimmy, but I’m not a free bird sailing through life to do whatever I want now.
I’m a mother.
And Jimmy is a father.
We’re parents and have a responsibility to our daughter.
Which means things have the potential to get messy between us if we start blurring lines.
The fallout will only land on our daughter's shoulders, and that’s unacceptable. After everything that’s happened between us, I’m sure there’s no way for Jimmy to ever really forgive me. Besides, he's just off a failed relationship. That’s what people do—they rebound.
“Lilah, what happened last night—”
“Was a mistake,” I finish for him.
“Is that how you really feel?” He brushes a piece of my hair behind my shoulder, and I shrink away from his touch.
