Chapter 21
Lily
“Iwent to see Bob Marshall today.”
My fork freezes halfway to my mouth at Chris’s admission. I lower it back to my plate and dab my mouth with my napkin. Bob was always very kind to me and seemed like a good guy. But it surprises me that Chris went to talk to him.
“Oh yeah? About what?”
Chris looks down at his plate before locking eyes with me. “The visit you had the other day scares me.”
My stomach drops.
“Those dumbasses are laser-focused on you and are ignoring other possibilities. It was time I started looking into what they’re choosing to ignore.”
What he’s telling me is what I already know, but having it vocalized has a new wave of fear engulfing me.
My throat feels unusually dry. I take a sip of water before asking, “Did Bob offer anything helpful?”
Chris’s grin confuses me. “Bob is a big fan of yours. He’s solidly on Team Lily.”
Fondness for the older man has me returning Chris’s smile. “I knew I liked him.”
Reaching over, Chris squeezes my hand. “He also gave me some files that he found in Blake’s office. Based on what Carlos told me and a few comments Bob made today, I wonder if there’s something about a business deal he did.”
Chris hesitates, and I demand, “I know there’s more, so just go ahead and tell me.”
“Bob said he thinks Blake stole money from the firm.”
I grimace and close my eyes. “I know I’m not responsible for what Blake did, but I feel so bad that he’d do that.”
“That’s because you’re a better person than that asshole.”
I don’t know if I necessarily believe that, but I stay silent.
We continue eating for a few minutes before Chris asks, “You don’t by any chance have Blake’s laptop, do you?”
My eyes widen. “I’ll be right back.”
I rush to the guest bedroom and grab the laptop from where I shoved it in my bag, fully intending to tell Chris about it, but with everything else going on, I kept forgetting. Returning to the dining room, I set it on the table between where Chris and I are seated.
“I was searching the office the night the guy was outside. I completely forgot I found this locked in the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet right before everything happened. I was going to try to see if I could guess the password.”
Chris wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me toward him. He places a quick kiss on my temple, and my stomach does a somersault.
Before he pulls away, his lips brush my skin when he says, “We’re going to figure this out, Lily. I promise you.”
I close my eyes and lean into him a little more. I want to believe that more than anything. But there’s one thing I do believe—I want this man more than anything. The affection he’s showing me in this moment solidifies that.
Leaning back, I tilt my head so I can look into his eyes. When I have his full attention, I affirm, “Nothing has changed from this morning.”
His lips part and his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip. “Are you sure? I want you to be so sure, there will be no chance you’ll regret this.”
I lean into him more, supporting myself with a hand on his thigh. “I’m very sure. I know we haven’t known each other long, and we met at a very inconvenient time, but I’ve never felt an attraction so strong to anyone I’ve ever met.”
He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“This is probably too much too soon, but I’ve also never felt safer than when I’m with you. Both physically and emotionally.” My last few words hitch with emotion.
“You’re so beautiful. The first time I saw you, I could barely believe you were real.”
With a shaky smile, I joke, “A prisoner really gets you going?”
Something dark passes behind his eyes, and I worry I accidentally insulted him. But then it passes, and his eyes fill with desire once again.
“No, Lily. You get me going.”
His tone is serious, and he sounds so sure, my already elevated pulse skyrockets. “Oh.”
Both hands are cupping my cheeks now as he gently pulls me toward him. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Not being able to wait for him to do it, I close the distance between us and press my lips to his. The blossoming arousal explodes in my body when he takes over the kiss. His tongue teases mine, and my nipples tighten so much they ache.
Moaning into his mouth, my hand grips his thigh harder, needing to steady myself.
He tips my head to the side to deepen our kiss even more.
Chris shifts, and his chair clatters behind him as he stands up.
He breaks our kiss only long enough to pull me from my chair, turn us, and with a firm grip on my waist, lift me onto the table.
I let out a yelp and a giggle as I wiggle my butt more firmly onto the surface so I don’t fall off. Chris is wearing the sexiest smirk as he pushes my thighs apart and steps between them.
“I really thought our first time would be in a place more comfortable than the table, but I need you too fucking bad to wait.”
I moan my agreement, and he captures my lips again. As I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, he groans into my mouth. The vibrations further heighten my arousal.
Reaching behind his back, he grips my calves and unhooks them so he can take a step back.
“Chris, no,” I whine, not caring what I sound like. I just need him as close as possible.
“Yes, baby. I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
His hands run up the outside of my thighs, taking my loose skirt with it, hooking his fingers into my panties, and pulling them down my legs. By the time he lifts them to his face and inhales, I’m panting with how turned on I am.
“You smell fucking divine. I bet you taste even better.”
A whimper is all I can manage as he pulls the chair that I abandoned closer to the table and takes a seat between my legs. He hooks his arms around my thighs and yanks until my ass is just barely on the table. His hot breath teases my pussy, and I raise up on my elbows to better see him.
“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Lily. I can’t wait until I’m buried deep inside you.” Chris runs his fingers through my arousal, making me shiver.
“Then you better hurry up, because I need that more than I need to breathe,” I beg.
The smirk he throws my way is equal parts cocky and sexy. “No, baby. You better stop telling me what to do. Because if you don’t, I’m going to edge you until you pass out.”
His fingers slip inside me, and my responding moan is loud and obnoxious. I can’t help it, nor do I want to. I’ve never felt like this during sex. So cherished. So worshiped.
And we haven’t even had sex yet.
Before I have a chance to prepare myself, his tongue laps at my clit.
The sensation is so overwhelming that my elbows slide out from under me, and I’m no longer watching Chris.
I’m lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, being inundated with so many sensations that my body feels like it’s on fire.
The sound from his fingers moving in and out of me is lewd in the quiet of the house.
“Lily, you are so fucking perfect,” Chris mutters against my pussy before sucking my clit into his mouth, hard.
I cry out, and my back arches. I’m writhing under his touch when he places a hand on my lower stomach.
He presses down just as he twists his hand and does the come here motion with his fingers inside me.
When he sucks my clit one last time, I explode.
My muscles spasm around his fingers as I moan his name, long and loud.
Chris stands, and the sound of his zipper has my head popping up, wanting to see him like he’s seen me. He pushes his slacks down just enough to move his boxer briefs and pull out his cock. Gripping the base, he runs his hand up and down his length twice before meeting my gaze.
“Look what you do to me, Lily. You make me so fucking hard.”
Even with still coming down from my first orgasm, his words have my arousal surging all over again. He captures my lips once more in an all-consuming kiss as he lines himself up. His tongue presses into my mouth, mimicking his cock entering my pussy.
Our moans mingle as his tongue and cock continue to tease me simultaneously. When he’s fully seated inside me, he pauses and breaks the kiss. Both of his hands cradle the top of my head as his eyes search my face.
I wiggle my hips, whimpering at the friction I’m able to get from his pelvis against my clit. “Chris, please move. I need you to fuck me.”
He circles his hips, which draws another cry from me. I’m already on the edge of another orgasm.
“I want you to come with me fully inside of you, Lily.” Another circle of his hips. “I want to feel you milking my cock.”
“I’m so close, Chris.” My muscles twitch, and Chris releases a deep groan.
He pulls out of me until just the tip of his cock is inside me before he slams his hips forward with a slight tilt at the end to give me the friction I crave.
I gasp at how good he feels filling me. “Yes, please. Again.” I wish we had taken our shirts off so I could feel my nipples against him.
Chris does as requested, and I can’t fight my body any longer. I come with a scream, and Chris starts to piston his hips in and out so fast I feel the table moving underneath me.
He puts more of his weight on me, so I wrap my arms around his back and hold on tight. Everything about this moment is perfection, and when he roars through his own orgasm, I come one last time before collapsing back onto the table. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.
When Chris moves on top of me, I whimper in response, not wanting to lose our connection. His head lifts, and he smooths hair away from my face.
My eyes flutter open, and I find him watching me with concern. “Baby, I didn’t use a condom.”
Not wanting there to be any doubt in either of our minds, I contract my muscles around him one last time. He grits his teeth and growls. Kissing me hard, he pulls back once again.
It’s my turn to comfort him. I cup his cheek, like he did mine earlier. “I got my tubes tied years ago. I can’t get pregnant. And for everything else, I trust you.”
Surprise replaces some of the desire in his eyes. “We should talk about that more later. But not tonight.”
I smile up at him. “Yes, not tonight.”
He slowly pulls out of me, causing us both to moan at our oversensitive nerves protesting the disconnecting of our bodies.
With a gentle hand on my chest, he prevents me from sitting up as he stares at my pussy. His intense inspection has me flushing with embarrassment as I can feel us leaking out of me.
“Like I said, perfection.” He moves his hand and helps me up from the table. Kissing me one more time, he murmurs against my lips. “Squeeze those legs tight, baby. I may not be able to get you pregnant, but we don’t want to spill a drop.”
I do as he says and squeeze my thighs together. He intertwines our fingers and leads me through the condo to the door of the guest bedroom, giving me a kiss and a small push through the doorway.
I frown at him. “Am I not sleeping in your bed again?”
“Baby, there’s literally nothing in the world that could keep me from you being in my bed. I need you to hurry your ass up and get ready for bed since none of your stuff is in my room. We’ll move everything tomorrow.”
I bite my lip and nod. “Okay, see you in a few minutes.”
He pinches my chin and tilts my head for one last kiss. “I’ll come get you if you aren’t in my bed very soon.”
I watch him walk away from me, thinking this might be the happiest I’ve ever been.