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She groans as she sits down next to me. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you.”
“Shut up and eat,” Lily says, ducking her head.
“If I eat it all, do I get dessert?” I lean over and nip the sensitive skin under her ear, chuckling as she moans and squirms in her seat. I still haven’t got my fix of her yet.
“Harley,” she warns.
“Thank you for dinner.” I press my lips to her temple and then dig in. “Where’s Tom?”
“Out,” she says with a frown.
“What’s that look for?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. I just…” She pushes her food around her bowl. “I’m just worried about Tom.”
“He’s a big boy,” I say with a grin. “He can take care of himself.”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “You’re right.”
We finish eating in silence, and when we’re finished, Lily stands up to clear the table.
“Leave it,” I tell her, pulling her down into my lap and nuzzling into her neck. “I want my dessert first.” I grind my hard cock into her pert ass, letting her know just how much I want her.
“Herc–”
“No fighting me, Kitten. I need you, right here, right now.” My hands band around her waist, cupping her warm heat.
Her breath hitches. “But what if Tom comes home?”
“You said he was going out.”
“Harley,” she tries to reason with me again, but I’m not having any of it.
“Hands on the table, Kitten, and spread those pretty legs of yours.”
THIRTY-THREE
LILY
“HANDS ON THE table, Kitten, and spread those pretty legs of yours.”
Harley’s words cause an aching throb in my core. As much as I know this is wrong–and that Tom could come home any minute–I don’t have any self-control to deny him. My legs tremble as I push off Harley’s lap, leaning forward to place my hands in the middle of the dining room table.
The sound of the chair scraping along the floor behind me causes me to clench my thighs, desperately seeking the friction I crave, but Harley makes a disappointed sound as he steps forward, crowding my body.
“Oh, Kitten,” he purrs in my ear, his hands kneading my waist before slipping under my shirt. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you what happens to naughty girls who don’t follow directions?”
A shiver runs down my spine as he drags my long-sleeved shirt up over my head. Once it’s free, he folds the material over a couple of times before tying it around myhead, taking away my sight.
“Herc,” I breathe out, my pulse pounding in my ears.
He leans forward, his warm breath caressing my skin. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Good girl.” He unsnaps my bra, sliding it down my arms until it hits the table. His hands snake around my body, and I moan softly as they find my breasts, weighing them reverently. He runs his tongue lightly over my back, goosebumps erupting over my skin.
