Page 142 of Our Scorching Summer


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“You’re so full of yourself, Nico.”

“Am I?” One of my hands clasps her palm on the rail. “It’s so obvious that you love it, don’t you?”

Lily’s lips curve into an undeniable yes.

I drop my fingers from her chin and unclasp my belt before stripping it off my waist.

“I particularly enjoy it when you do that.” With her darkened eyes, she watches me wrap the leather belt around my palm.

“Admit it, Lily.”

She rushes her free hand to the buttons of my jeans, then undoes them.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we just fucked and didn’t keep talking about this?”

Her words make it harder to drag this out. I wanted to bend her over the railing now. Instead, I’ll patiently wait for her confession.

“Maybe.” I fold my belt in half and hoop her hand through it as our bodies slot together. “Or we can play out your little fantasy right here.”

I drag her wrist to the balcony railing, loop the leather through the metal pole, and fasten it shut.

“Nico.” Her attempt to scold me doesn’t distract me from the wetness collecting on her lips, an indicator that her new panties are also already soaked.

“Want me to stop?” She shakes her head. “Didn’t think so.”

I descend before her, savoring each handful of her breasts and ass, before my fingers find the lace beneath her dress.

“Am I already causing you to ruin the new panties I bought you, Lil?”

“Fuck off,” she moans, tossing her needy hips into my face as I pull the hem of her dress up to her waist.

The purple fabric is damp to the touch.

I fucking knew it. I know Lily’s body so well that I could write a program about it.

My pointer finger runs along the seam of her, causing each knee to tremble.

“Who was your book about?” I breathe into the tender flesh of her thighs.

“The neighbor.”

Not the answer I want, and she knows it. My teeth sink into the skin of her leg, and she squirms.

“Ah, Nico.” She reaches her free hand into my hair, pulling hard at the strands. I unclasp my bite. “That was rough.”

“We can stop the questioning whenever you want. Just tell me what I need to hear.”

Lily pauses, defiance in her eyes as she releases her grip on me.

“What was the neighbor’s name?” I carefully trace the lace on the crease of her hip.

“You know what it is.”

Wrong answer again.

I land a firm smack on her ass, causing her to yip, before my hands rip the three-hundred-dollar panties off her. Worth every penny.

“Do you enjoy torturing yourself, my gorgeous, dirty slut? Is it fun having to work for it?”

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