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“Well, sure.Theyneed to be sober.”
Smirking, I pour her another glass of wine. “Will that help?”
“It’s a start.” And there’s the spark in her smile.
It’s a relief. I had come to rely on that spark more than I’d realized. We chat more and I can’t help but hold her hand as we laugh together. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to touch Lily. A little like coming home.
She steals away to wash the dishes, and as much as I enjoy the curve of her ass while she works, I want more. After a quick glance at the kids, I sneak a kiss, and she’s scandalized. “Cormac—
“They’re asleep.”
“Oh. Well then.” She hooks her wet hand around the back of my head and pulls me in for a better kiss.
I have missed this woman more than I can express, and I deepen the kiss until my heart aches to hold her. Pulling back, I murmur, “Let me put them to bed and meet me upstairs?”
Lust fills her eyes as she quickly nods, dries her hands, and sneaks up there. I tuck the kids into bed and close their doors behind me in hopes they won’t hear anything they shouldn’t, before I race to meet Lily.
As soon as I open the door, she’s on me. It’s a full front assault, her lips and hands going everywhere and trying to strip my clothes off. When I grab her ass, I realize she’s naked already and give her a little pat, which makes her whimper. “We have to be quiet.”
“Then don’t make me make noise,” she teases.
I yank the last of my clothes off and ask, “How on earth do I do that?”
She giggles. “I have no idea. But I’ll do my best.”
“And I’ll do my worst.” I drop to my knees and hook her leg over my shoulder to give me better access.
“What are you—oh!” Her voice is cut off by her hand, slapping over her open mouth. She leans on the other hand to prop herself up as I tour her body with my tongue. Lily is wet and hungry, so I stand and lift her up, legs around my waist.
Carrying her to the bed as we kiss, I’m overwhelmed by how much I feel for this woman. It’s never been this way for me before. I’d thought it was a honeymoon phase thing or something, and it hasn’t been that long, so maybe it is that, in part. But every craveable kiss leaves me yearning for the next. Each time I see her, I can’t believe she’s real. And mine. When I slide into her body, the sensation astounds me every time.
She pulls my hand over her mouth so she can moan quietly, but I merely touch her cheek instead. I want to see her face when I am deep inside of her. She bites her bottom lip, straining not to be loud as she shakes for me. I’m going to make her come, and it’s all I ever want to do.
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31
Lily
This is the best nightmare.
Being tormented by Cormac is hot as sin, but right now, it is wildly inappropriate. Which only dials up the passion. It’s all I can do to keep quiet. Cormac is too fucking good at making me loud. He digs himself up at my G-spot, rolling his hips right at me there while he stares at my face. So intense. Everything is always so powerful between us. It has been since our first time, and somehow, things keep getting crazier.
I don’t understand how the sex never gets boring with him. With previous men in my life, it was usually one and done, because most men aren’t that great at it. I used to joke with one of my lesbian sous chefs that sexuality has to be something you’re born with, because if women had a choice, we’d all be lesbians.
On the rare occasion I went back for seconds, those seconds were almost universally disappointing. Either it wasn’t as good as the first time, or he started calling too much after. They were only ever upgraded to boyfriend status if they could a. make me come, and b. didn’t hound me. But even then, the rare boyfriends I had always had to keep trying new things to maintain my interest.
But Cormac? He makes me want to be a better lover.
I worry he might get bored with me at some point, that I’ve been playing in the amateur leagues compared to him. His ex-wife is a beautiful, brilliant woman, and she wasn’t enough to keep him. What does that say for my shelf life with Cormac?
But my god. Not only does the sex keep getting hotter between us, but he seems to want me more every day. I catch him staring at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention, and it’s lust and something else in his steely blue eyes. When we’re sitting together at dinner with the kids, his knees graze mine on purpose and every once in a while, his hand disappears under the table to caress my thigh. It sets us both at ease when he does it, and at the same time, I’m terrified the kids will notice. We constantly walk this line between lust and propriety, and there’s a certain amount of thrill to the danger. But the thrill is not what keeps me captivated by Cormac.
There’s a palpable tension whenever we’re not touching each other. Our bodies belong together. He feels like my other half that I just found. It’s hot and a relief and undeniable. As undeniable as my feelings for him.
I am in love with Cormac MacMillan, and I don’t care who knows it. Not anymore. Once I figured out that Aria was right, or rather, once I accepted she was right, I wanted the entire world to know it. That I’m his and he’s mine. Let Abigail be mad, let her fire me. I’ll bounce back. Let my parents be mad, too. I’ll show them this is real, and it’s deep and there is nothing they can do to stop us. Nothing will stop us.
The only person I can’t tell about how much I love him is Cormac.
