Taming Lily

by Monica Murphy

  Take the damn laptop and disappear.

  Plus, I’m just doing my damn job. I’m not scared of a hot little piece like Lily. Most people who know me think I’m a badass. Unafraid, bold as hell, and doing as I please. I sound like an arrogant prick even in my own head for just thinking it, but it’s the truth. Sometimes my boldness has got me into trouble—lots of times, actually—but no way could this girl ruin me.

  Back up, asshole. This girl can completely ruin you. She’s your target. And instead of objectively observing her before going in for that damnable laptop, you’re too busy thinking with your dick and wondering how fast you can stick it in her hot, eager pussy?

  Catching a glimpse of the real woman behind the façade helps my decision, too. She’d been so damn responsive. I want to experience that again. Soon.

  Now.

  We start to go up the front walkway of her villa but she jerks on my hand, making me stop and turn to look at her.

  “I don’t have my key,” she admits.

  I frown. “How are we going to get in? Do you need to go back to the front desk?”

  She shakes her head. “We can sneak in through the sliding glass door.”

  I can feel my frown deepen. The woman is careless. “Any asshole can walk right in, you know.”

  “I’m not worried. We’re at an exclusive resort. In the most exclusive part of the resort,” she points out.

  “Assholes hang out in fancy resorts, too, princess. Don’t think you’re so untouchable. That’ll get you in trouble.” I release her hand to tap my index finger against the tip of her nose.

  She presses her lips together, her gaze never leaving mine. “I have a habit of that. Getting into trouble.”

  The grin that spreads across my face can’t be contained. “Why am I not surprised?”

  “People hate me for it,” she admits.

  My grin fades, just like that. “Who could hate you?” She drives me insane, but in a good way. In a let’s get together and fuck each other’s brains out way.

  I don’t really know her, though. What she does on a day-to-day basis. What her normal life is like. This woman in front of me is vacation Lily, not real-life Lily. For all I know she’s a raging bitch who makes everyone crazy with her needy, arrogant ways.

  “Lots of people hate me.” She stands up taller, throwing back her shoulders. “Hopefully not you, though.”

  “Never me, baby girl,” I say, meaning every word I say. How can I hate her when she looks at me like that, her skin shining from the sun, her body on blatant display, just for me? Grabbing her hand once again, I lead her around the house, taking the same path I did a couple of nights ago when I snuck into her room. The slider is unlocked, just as she said it would be, and she darts inside while I wait for her on the lanai, coming back out in a few minutes with a towel in one hand, sunscreen in the other, and her sunglasses firmly in place.

  She drops the towel and sunscreen on the lounge chair closest to her and turns so her back is to me. “Will you unhook it?”

  I stare at her back, knowing exactly what she wants me to do but wanting her to spell it out. “Unhook what?”

  Lily glances at me from over her shoulder. “My top.”

  Reaching out, I do as she requests, my fingers brushing against her smooth skin when I ease the clear plastic hook out and the top springs apart. She sheds it with a flick of her fingers, letting it drop to the lounge chair before she turns to face me, clad in the skimpy bikini bottom and nothing else.

  “Could you help me put some sunscreen on?” she asks, eyes wide, voice full of innocence.

  A trap. I know what she’s trying to do, but it’s a trap I’m willingly walking into because hell yes, my fingers are itching to rub sunscreen all over her body. Any excuse to touch her again.

  Not that I need one.

  “Lay down,” I order, and she grabs hold of the sunscreen bottle, handing it to me before she settles onto the lounger, lying on her stomach so all I see is the smooth skin of her back, her ass barely covered by the bikini, and those long, sexy legs tempting me.

  Every bit of her tempts me and she knows it.

  Her arms are folded beneath her head, her right cheek resting on her clasped fingers, as she watches me from behind her sunglasses. I nudge at her legs and she scoots them over, allowing me room to sit on the edge of the lounger as I open the bottle of sunscreen and squirt a huge dollop of liquid into the palm of my hand.

  I rub my hands together and start on her shoulders, smoothing the creamy lotion all over her warm skin until the sunscreen is absorbed. A dreamy sigh escapes her, making my dick twitch, and I power on, my hands moving lower, to the base of her spine, just above her ass.

  I love her skin. The way it feels beneath my hands, her intoxicating scent. I swear I feel her quiver beneath my touch when I start in on her legs, my fingers curling around her ankles and spreading her a little bit. Not obscenely, oh no, but just enough to make her think of sex.

  Sex with me. Hopefully she’s remembering just how good it was between us. I know I sure as hell am. I want to touch her there, between her legs. I know she’d be wet and hot and the moment I pushed my fingers deep, she’d moan.

  I slide my eager fingers up, tickling the back of her knees and making her giggle. She has a sexy laugh. She has a sexy everything. When I touch her thighs, she stiffens the slightest bit, just before she starts to relax as I massage her skin, my fingers curling around the inside of her thighs, drawing closer, closer …

  A little whimper escapes her when I hook a finger beneath her bottoms, my thumb tracing the luscious curve of her ass. She shivers and tilts her head—I can tell she’s watching me from behind her sunglasses—and I keep my gaze fixed on her as I sneak my finger in farther, until I’m touching her pussy.

  Fucking soaked. Just like I knew she’d be.

  “Max.” The whispery groan that falls from her lips makes my cock hard. I trace her slit, tease her, slip inside her with a shallow thrust, and she spreads her legs farther, giving me better access. “Please.”

  “Please what, princess?” I sound tense. My voice cracks and I’m sweating, and not because of the sun barreling down on us.

  “More,” she whispers, another moan falling from her lips when I cup her.

  “More what? What do you want me to do?” She’s a dirty girl. I know it. And she’s not ashamed to show her wicked side, either. Lily has no problem asking for what she wants. She has a confidence I can’t help but admire. Even better, she does as I demand, no questions asked.

  It’s almost like she was made for me. What would it be like, seeing her again once we both return to New York? What would she say if I told her I lived close to her, that we could be together again? Not just have some island fling but a real … relationship.

  That line of thinking will only get you in trouble, asshole.

  “Fuck me with your fingers,” she says, her voice thin as she wiggles her butt. “Make me come.”

  I shake my head, getting rid of the serious thoughts. She doesn’t want a relationship and neither do I. Not really. She wants hot sex. She wants me to fuck her with my fingers. That’s all this is. A steamy affair. A lot of fucking with very little emotion.

  Why do I feel like I’m trying to convince myself?

  “Demanding today, aren’t you?” I withdraw my hand from between her legs and tug at her bikini bottom, easing it down, baring that perfect, biteable ass of hers. Jesus, I want to spank her. Mark her. Bite her.

  I tear the bikini off her and let it fall to the ground before I run a hand over my face. The woman makes me fucking crazy.

  She makes me want things I can’t have.

  “I know what I want,” she says, her voice wavering, belying the confidence of her words. “And I want you.”

  “Is that why you came looking for me, baby? Even though I pissed you off yesterday?” I run my fingers across her ass, back and forth, warming her skin, dying to slap that perfect little butt.

  “Yes,�
�� she whispers as I squeeze her ass, my palm covering one cheek, and she drops her head, whimpering. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either,” I admit just before I lightly slap her ass. Her cheek jiggles. The scent of her arousal fills the air and fuck me, I can’t stop myself.

  I spank her again. Hard. So hard her skin reddens, and I don’t doubt for an instant the imprint of my hand will soon appear on her skin.

  “God.” She jerks against the lounger, squeezing her legs together before she lifts her ass into the air, making me crazier. “More.”

  “You like that, don’t you?” I spanked her before but never like this. Never this hard. “Fucking perfect, is what you are,” I mutter, overwhelmed by the realization of how truly perfect she is for me.

  Only me.

  I gentle my touch, drift my fingers over her skin, watch the goose bumps rise at my caress. I’m all hard, jagged edges, but this woman makes me want to be soft. To slow down and take my time with her, show her exactly what she means to me.

  What does she mean to you?

  I’m not 100 percent sure.

  Taking a deep breath, I refocus and devote my attention to her other ass cheek this time. I alternate between cheeks, spanking her on one side, then the other, again and again, the sharp smack of my fingers against her taut flesh driving me wild. Driving her wild. She squirms and bucks, her ass red as she rises up on her knees, her legs spread, offering me an unbelievable view of her pussy.

  Pink. Glistening, dripping wet. The prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. The only one I’ve ever craved. She’s so aroused, I swear the inside of her thighs are drenched.

  And I’m hard as a fucking rock, dying to plunge inside her and fucking come. But I don’t. Not yet.

  Anticipation is everything. This is the last time I’ll have with her, so I need to make it extra special. I want this girl crazed for me. I want to be crazed for her. Hell, I already am.

  I want to drive her and myself out of our ever-loving minds.

  chapter seventeen

  Lily

  I LOVE THE WAY he touches me. His insistent fingers help me forget who I am, what I’ve done, what a failure I’ve become. I don’t worry about anything else when I see his eyes lock on me. All I can focus on is him. How fast can I get him alone, how quickly can I get him to put his hands on me …

  After what happened yesterday, I let the anger and the disappointment consume me. He hurt me and I held on to it. But I also knew that I was just as much a liar as he was. Who am I to judge, to hate him, when he should hate me, too? I was lucky enough that I didn’t get caught.

  Yet.

  Even though I told myself I wouldn’t search him out, I did anyway. I hid from him, scared he would find me, even more scared that he wouldn’t, and finally I gave in to my urges. It’s like I can’t stay away from him and that’s okay. I can own up to my feelings for Max. I decided to be honest with him. Real.

  And he liked it. I could tell by his body language, by the huskiness of his voice. I get near him and the air changes between us. Becomes charged with an energy I can’t deny. One I don’t want to deny. My need to tell him I want him overcame any of my fears or insecurities.

  He makes me feel greedy. And I’m pretty sure he feels the same.

  My ass still aches from the way he spanked me, my flesh searing hot. I like it. I want more. His big hands roam my body, the slope of my back, the curve of my ass. His touch is gentle but insistent, commanding yet reverent. He’s still got his clothes on and I’m completely naked, the sun shining on my skin. Anyone could pass us by on the beach, none of the beaches are private in the state of Hawaii, but access to this particular stretch of sand is limited.

  Not unattainable, though. Knowing someone could walk along and see me like this, the two of us together …

  Excites me.

  “Dripping wet, princess,” Max practically growls as he sinks his fingers inside me and pumps them once, twice. I close my eyes and grip the frame of the lounger, still on my hands and knees, Max sitting right behind me. “I know you’ll taste damn good, too. I’ve been craving your pussy since the last time I saw you.”

  I glance at him over my shoulder to see the tips of his fingers disappear in his mouth as he sucks them and a shuddery sigh moves through me, making my entire body sway. He’s taken off his sunglasses, letting me see that handsome face clearly, those beautiful eyes full of heat and want.

  All aimed directly at me.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asks.

  Pressing my lips together, I nod, scared to say anything for fear I’ll sound like a babbling idiot. Unsure that I’ll even be able to put together words. Or worse, that I’ll say something I’ll regret. I feel unhinged, raw and painfully aroused, my skin so tight I’m afraid I might shatter if he so much as touches me.

  And I definitely want him to touch me. I’m dying for it.

  “From behind?” He runs a hand over my butt, his fingers sliding perilously close to my pussy. I angle toward him, ready for those fingers to go exactly where I need them, but he’s teasing me, his hand moving away.

  “Please,” I beg, not recognizing my own voice. What’s come over me? I don’t even know myself in this moment. My body has been on fire since our stupid argument. I crave him, want him to do everything he did to me yesterday and the night before, plus more. Anything. I’m up for anything he wants. He stuck his fingers in my ass and that was something I swore I would never let any man do to me, and now I’m this close to begging Max to do it again.

  He chuckles. Doesn’t seem to be affected by me whatsoever, which I find infuriating. But I’m too aroused to be anything else, let alone angry. Such a wasted energy. “However you can get me, princess?”

  “Yes. Just …” I choke on my own words when he traces my pussy with his fingertips, his touch feather light. “Please. Fuck me.”

  “Such a shame that you’re so impatient. Don’t you want to stretch this out, baby?” He says this conversationally, as if we’re talking about the weather. “Maybe I could just get you off first.”

  Oh, God, no. I want his cock. I want to feel him stretch me, fill me. I want to get lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the drag of his cock deep inside me, thrusting again and again …

  I want the closeness. The skin-to-skin contact, his eyes staring into mine. I want that to take home with me so I never, ever forget him.

  “Come here.” He grabs hold of my hips and pulls me toward him. I go willingly, gasping when he flips me around as if I weigh nothing and settles my naked body in his lap, my legs automatically wrapping around his hips. “Lie back.”

  I stretch back along the lounger, watching him from beneath heavy lids as I spread my legs wide, straddling either side of the chair. He moves away from me, his gaze locked on the spot between my thighs, parting his lips as he sucks in a harsh breath. My entire body is trembling, my exhales are coming in short bursts, and I curl my toes against the ground, needing release.

  “You look like you’re dying for it, baby. Dying for me.”

  I am. Oh God, I completely am. I’m reluctant to admit that I just don’t want to get off. I want him. “If you won’t touch me, I will,” I threaten.

  His eyes darken and his jaw goes tight. He doesn’t like it when I try to wrestle control from him. Max much prefers to be in control.

  So did I. Always with Max, I’ve let him take over. I’m tempted to see what he’ll do if I try and wrestle the control away from him.

  “Do that and you’re in trouble,” he murmurs, his gaze, his voice, full of dark promise.

  I feel like defying him. I want to know what he’ll do to me. What he’ll do for me. What sort of trouble does he mean? Nothing scares me. Nothing ever has. So his threats are meaningless.

  Cupping my breasts with both hands, my gaze remains locked on his as I brush my nipples with my thumbs. “What kind of trouble are you talking about?”

  His gaze track
s my every move. “The kind you should be afraid of.”

  “You don’t scare me,” I taunt. Playing with my nipples only seems to hurt, so I release my grip on my breasts, let one hand trail down my quivering stomach. Everything I’m doing, feeling, wanting, centers right in the spot between my legs. My pussy aches. My clit pulses. And when I run my fingers over my slit, cupping myself, I want to scream out loud because it feels so good.

  But I don’t. I remain quiet. In control. The heat of Max’s eyes on me sets me on fire, makes me burn, but I don’t stop. Not even when I see the anger flare deeper in his gaze, not when I note the way his hands clench into fists. He’s trying his best to remain in control, too, but he struggles.

  Looks like I’m winning.

  I tease my clit, search my folds, and I can hear how wet I am. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I suck them, lick them, then settle them back between my legs, stroking in earnest now.

  “Jesus,” I hear Max mutter and I smile, whimpering when I stroke against my swollen clit extra hard. My flesh is tingling, I’m already so close to coming, and it’s because Max is watching me. The orgasm hovers, tantalizing me right on the horizon’s edge, and I reach for it, closing my eyes, straining my hips, throwing back my head …

  Strong fingers clamp around my wrist, stopping my ministrations dead in their tracks. “No fucking way are you going to come like that.”

  My eyes fly open and I glare at Max, my hand useless, wiggling directly over my body as he holds my wrist tight. “Let go.”

  The smile that stretches across Max’s face is almost feral. He doesn’t look happy. Nor does he appear pleased. He’s … pissed. Furious at me for defying him, and the secret thrill that races down my spine makes me shiver.

  “No.” He tugs on my wrist, making me sit up so his face is in mine. “I told you not to touch yourself and you did it anyway.”

  “What are you going to do to me?” I’m breathless with anticipation, my entire body on edge waiting to hear what he has to say.