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I stand near the parking bump and watch Kelli exit the lot. When she disappears down the street, I face the diner window and nod at Skylar. Two spaces down, I get in the car and start it, but don’t leave. Instead, I shoot Skylar a text.
Lawrence: She’ll be there at 7
Skylar: When should I be there?
Lawrence: Any time after 5:30
Skylar: See you at 5:31 ??
Can’t fucking wait.
Chapter Seven
SKYLAR
Lawrence has me park in the garage when I arrive. He leads me through the house and shows off the simple yet grand space. Two stories, four bedrooms, and more space than necessary for one person. When he guides me into his bedroom upstairs, I study the space intently.
A massive bed swallows most of the left wall; plush heather gray bedding offsets the charcoal-painted interior. I step farther into the room, scan over the black-lacquered wood furniture and minimal art above the bed and dresser. The room doesn’t look lived in but smells of Lawrence. Of earth and musk with a hint of sweet.
I want his scent on my skin. The sooner, the better.
Lawrence steps up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Leave your things up here.” He sweeps my hair aside and kisses up the side of my neck. “I plan to bring you up here later.”
“I may not leave,” I tease.
He sucks my earlobe and adds teeth. “Who said I’d let you?”
Spinning in his arms, I crush my lips to his. Kiss him feverishly with tongue and teeth and hunger. Tug at the hem of his shirt, yank it up and break the kiss to toss it aside. Work the button and zipper of his jeans as he peels away my cotton tee. He reaches for my shorts as his jeans pool around his ankles. As I kick off my shorts, Lawrence takes a step back. He palms his cock; erection thick and pleading to escape his briefs. His eyes rake over me, cheeks reddening at the sight of my sheer bra and panties.
“I need to be inside you, little phoenix.” He pinches the head of his cock. “Bare.” The last word a growl, a this is not up for debate statement.
My skin heats at the idea of having nothing between us. “I’m on the pill. And clean.”
He steps closer, reaches out, and clamps down on my fabric-covered nipple. I suck in a breath and reach for his cock. “I had a vasectomy years back.” I freeze. Meet his swirling brown irises. “Story for another time. But I’m clean too.”
As his hands snake around my bust to unclasp my bra, I push his briefs down and lick my lips as his cock springs free. When my bra joins his briefs on the floor, I drop to my knees and peek up at him.
His hand cradles my cheek. “What’re you doing, little phoenix?” he groans out, cock twitching an inch from my lips.
“I want a little taste.”
“I won’t come down your throat. Not yet.” I push out my bottom lip. “Later. If you’re a good girl.”
Drawing an X over my heart, I bat my lashes and say, “I’ll be your good girl.”
Fisting his cock, I lick up his shaft from root to tip before taking him in my mouth. A string of curses spills from his lips and I moan around his girth. His fingers comb through my tresses, curl into a fist, and hold me in place while he controls the pace.
“Fuck.” He pumps harder, hits my gag reflex, and I reach around to bury my nails in his glutes. “I want to bruise these pretty lips.” Moan. “Choke you with my cum.” Moan. “Fuck every hole until your legs buckle.” Eyes on him, I reach between my legs, dip my hand in my thong, and toy with my clit. He freezes, eyes my hand, and clucks his tongue. “That’s for me.”
He frees himself from my lips and hoists me upright. Before I voice my disappointment, he shoves my panties down, picks me up and tosses me on the bed, and dives between my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I moan out, fisting his hair.
“Welcome to the Holy Land, little phoenix.”
It isn’t long before I writhe beneath his tongue and reach the pearly gates. Too soon, he scoots off the mattress and offers his hand. I slip my hand in his, rise off the bed, and follow him downstairs; our clothes forgotten.
We enter the kitchen, a marble-top island separating the space from the living room, and Lawrence picks me up and sets me on the counter near the sink. I take in the stainless steel appliances, black marble counters, and pristine white cabinets. A coffee maker, fruit basket, and cookbook stand are all that sit on the counters. Aside from a lonely basil plant on the windowsill.
