Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
I kissed behind her ear, grinning. “Thank you for the generous offer.” My hands slid down her poufy skirt. “Now, how do I get underneath all this fabric?”
Lily giggled and the sound made me grin with wicked intent.
“Is this an attempt to challenge my skills?” I teased, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “A kinky version of Where’s Wally?”
She let out a cackle of laughter, making me grin harder. I patted down the skirts, pulling at the fabric.
“Seriously? Are we playing a sexy version of Hunt the Thimble?”
“Hunt the What?”
“You’ve never heard of Hunt the Thimble? Well, in the usual version, there’s a thimble or a small object involved. In this version”—I raised my head to whisper hoarsely—“I’m referring to your pussy.”
Lily shivered and waved an agitated hand toward her back. “The buttons. Just unbutton it.”
“Really? You want to do it the ordinary way?”
“Sebastian!”
Laughing even as my cock throbbed, I started unbuttoning the back of the dress. Lily pulled the sleeves off and then shoved it and the petticoat beneath down and stepped out.
Then I almost came in my trousers. I gaped at her as she turned in her heels to face me. “What are you wearing?” I sounded like I’d been smoking for twenty-four hours straight.
Lily smoothed her hand down her hips. Her black lace-edged bra barely contained her lovely breasts … but it was the black lace-edged suspender belt, garters, and thigh-high stockings that were making all the blood in my body rush toward the appendage desperately straining for freedom.
Lily recognized the look on my face and smiled sexily as she unpinned her little hat and threw it on the floor. I watched her unpin all that magnificent hair and fisted my hands as it tumbled around her shoulders.
“Don’t,” I insisted quietly when she went to remove her heels. “Keep those on.”
She raised an eyebrow, eyes dancing with mischief. “As you wish, Your Highness.”
Impatient heat rioted through me, my words gravelly as I prowled toward her. “Inaccurate, but effective.”
“You like that, do you? Your Highness.” Her laughter turned into an excited squeal as I swept her off her feet and carried her over to the bed.
As I tumbled down over Lily, intent on ravishing and loving her until she was replete and warm in my arms, I wished for the first time since I was sixteen, a year I’d stopped wishing for anything because I didn’t believe I deserved to.
Now I wished.
I wished for a lifetime of this.
A lifetime of her.
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