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Lily’s Last Stand

Delilah Devlin

 

Copyright © 2015 Delilah Devlin

Kindle Edition

A wife gives her husband a sexy surprise…and then he ups the ante…

Note: This 7800-word short story was previously published in
Strokes, Vol. 1
, but has been revised and expanded more than double its original length. It may be short in length, but it’s not short in passion!

For more short stories by Delilah Devlin, check out:

Big Brass Buckle

Catnip

Dr. Mullaley’s Cure

Dreaming by the Sea

Drive Me Crazy

Johnny Blaze

Love in Bloom

Night at the Wax Museum

Nip-n-Tuck

One Track Cowboy

Pitch Black

Red Dawn

Tailgating at the Cedar Inn

The Morning Ride

The Obedient Wife

The Long Ride Home

The Pleasure in Surrender

The Runaway Bride

Two Hot

If you love vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night, check out her NIGHT FALL series:

Silent is the Knight

Sm{B}itten

Truly, Madly…Deadly

And coming soon:

Knight in Transition

From the Author

To those of you who’ve read me before—hello, friends! To new readers, welcome to my world!

As you’ll discover, I tend to bounce around in different genres, from contemporary to historical to paranormal to sci-fi—all are very sexy,
so be warned
. I also write in many lengths from short story to full-length novel. If you can’t tell, I love to write. And when a story is fast, it’s short. If my characters need more pages, well, you get the picture. I’m a slave to my muses (I have three—or so three different psychics have told me!).

I love hearing from readers and have a very active blog and Facebook friend page. I run contests, talk about my favorite TV shows, what I collect, what drives me crazy. I ramble a bit. I’m doing it right now. But if you’d like to learn more about me and what I’m doing or writing about, be sure to check out the “About Delilah Devlin” page after the story.

And if you enjoy
this
story, please consider leaving a review on your favorite retail site or simply tell a friend.
Readers do influence other readers. We have to trust someone to tell us whether we’ll have fun when we open a new story!

Sincerely,

Delilah Devlin

Visit
www.DelilahDevlin.com
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Table of Contents

Title Page

About
Lily’s Last Stand

From the Author

Lily’s Last Stand

About Delilah Devlin

Excerpt from
Sm{B}itten

Lily’s Last Stand


L
ily Newcomb checked
her makeup in the rearview mirror. She wore a new shade of lipstick—“Waitress Red”—on her lips with a slick of gloss to wet them. Brent used to say red lips made him think of blowjobs. She pouted her mouth at her reflection.
That ought to make him sit up and take notice.

Then, bracing herself, she let herself out of her Volvo and tugged the belt of her raincoat securely around her waist, trying not to think about how ridiculous this was, how cliché. But she was at her wit’s end.

Brent didn’t know it, but he’d just spent his last night burning the midnight oil. They had enough now—enough money, enough things, enough of the right friends and associates. It was time Brent turned his considerable skills toward shoring up another relationship—one closer to home.

Lily used his spare set of keys to open the outer door of the law offices and let herself inside. The reception area was dark, as was the corridor. Only a sliver of light shone beneath her husband’s door. They were alone.

She unbelted the coat, letting it drop into a messy puddle at her feet. She fluffed her hair, combing her fingers through her bangs to tousle them. With a last deep breath, she strode on her four-inch patent leather heels to his office, grasped the knob with her sweaty palm, and inched the door open.

Brent sat at his desk. The neck of his white, button-down shirt was opened, his tie askew. Bristles shadowed his rugged jaw. His dark hair looked deliciously messy as he frowned at the document in front of him.

Before he lifted his gaze, she leaned against the doorframe in a seductive pose and tossed back her head, hoping he wouldn’t laugh when he realized she was there—and what she wasn’t wearing.

She heard a cough. Brent’s gaze rose and widened, giving her a quick once-over before he bolted from his chair.

Too late, she realized he wasn’t alone. She thrust a hand downward to hide her sex, wrapped an arm around her breasts, but it was too little protection, too late.

Brent’s partner, Lou, rose from an armchair, instantly averting his gaze. He coughed again. “I can see why you were in a rush to get home, Brent,” he said, sounding strangled. He turned to walk toward the door, shielding his face with a hand and offering a muffled, laughing, “Nice
seeing
you, Lily,” as she stood, slack-jawed, beside the door. In the distance, she heard Lou whistling tunelessly as he exited the office.

Heat crept across her cheeks as she glanced at her husband. “This was a bad idea. I’ll just let myself out,” she said in a little voice, backing away.

But Brent kept coming. His face wore that look, the one he assumed when dressing down an intern for shoddy research. “Lily, get back here.
Now
.”

Lily bit her lip then dropped her hands. She eyed him with trepidation. Not because she feared him—Brent was never harsh—but because she hated disappointing him. Too late again, she realized she’d acted rashly. Would she ever learn patience? To let things happen in their own time?

As always, she’d seen a problem and rushed to solve it. It had seemed a simple plan—an ambush, really. He’d been staying later and later at work over the past weeks. And if she didn’t know he had a deep streak of integrity running through his core, she might have assumed he was having an affair. But she knew him. She used to work for him. She’d seen how deeply he could sink into a case to the exclusion of everything else. She’d just never thought she’d be shunted to the side for so long.

Tonight, she’d decided to give him a wakeup call. Remind him that he wasn’t alone. That he had responsibilities at home to consider.

Only now, she felt foolish. Desperate. Tears burned her eyes, but she lifted her chin, refusing to let her humiliation make her cower.

Brent strode toward her, his expression neutral. His firm lips tight and crimped. When he stood in front of her, he snagged her wrist, pulled her across the threshold, then shoved the door to close it.

He towered over her despite the heels—the only item of clothing she’d worn this night besides her abandoned coat. His gaze swept her again, but this time, she noted the flare of his nostrils. Did he catch the scent of the perfume he’d gifted her with last Christmas?

After she’d opened the gift, he’d held out his hand for the bottle, then tilted it to wet his finger. He’d traced a path downward, between her breasts. That had been the last time they’d gotten wild and reckless together. Since then, sex had been perfunctory, an afterthought once they fell into their bed at night.

His intense gaze bored into hers. His pupils expanded, darkening his eyes.

Her own body reacted in opposition to the tension rolling off him—liquefying, melting toward him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I thought you were alone.”

He didn’t answer, but lifted one hand, palm up, and cupped a breast. His thumb flicked the tight, pearled tip. “Lou’ll be discreet, but what would you have done if I’d had the whole team in here?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Given you a lap dance?”

He snorted, then sighed. “Lily, have I been neglectful?” he asked, his voice gruff.

“I’ve missed you, Brent.”

“Baby, I’m home every night.”

She shrugged. “You’re there, but…you’re not.”

His jaw tightened. He dropped his hand and stepped back.

Damn, was he really that angry with her, that disappointed that he’d reject her now? Lily blinked and lifted her chin higher, feigning pride when it lay in tatters all around her. “I’ll go home. I apologize again.”

“Did I say that you could leave?”

Brent kept his
voice even and plunged his hands deep into his pockets to keep from touching her again. He still couldn’t believe she’d done this. Lily was modest, overly so, given they’d been married now for nearly ten years. Every evening, she showered alone, then turned off the bathroom light before entering the bedroom in darkness. He’d thought maybe she was a little insecure about the changes two pregnancies had wrought on her slender frame. He knew it had taken a lot of nerve for her walk naked into his office. To have the moment spoiled by Lou had to be humiliating. But he wasn’t going to rush to reassure her.

When he’d seen her, his shock had turned into instant arousal. But the more he’d steeled his features, the more interesting were her reactions.

Her breaths were sharp little gusts. Her nipples were tight, the tips flushing a deep rose. She probably didn’t even know it, but her thighs were rubbing together, slowly. He’d bet money her pretty, trimmed pussy was very, very wet.

Perhaps tonight was just what they both needed to add a little spice to their lives. And he knew just how he wanted to start.

He walked back to his desk then turned and leaned his butt against the edge. “You’re wearing red.”

She glanced down at her feet at the tall spiked heels then glanced up.

He shook his head.

Her eyelids blinked, mirroring her confusion, then they dipped, and finally, she gave him that look. The one that flirted from beneath her eyelashes. So feminine, that look, and filled with confidence. Her tongue rimmed her red mouth.

Brent unbuckled his belt and drew it slowly from the loops. When it hung to the floor, he gave it a little wave and a snap. “Come over here, Lily,” he murmured.

“Gonna spank me?” she asked, stepping out, her foot turned inward followed by the other, pushing her hips to wag deliciously side to side as she strolled toward him. So there was a little extra flesh on those hips than he remembered. Her belly was a little less firm. Her breasts more rounded and not as perky as they’d been. But he’d done that. His stamp lay all over her feminine frame.

“I haven’t decided just how to punish you. But you need reminding that
this
is mine,” he said, spreading his fingers and clamping one cheek of her ass as she sidled closer.

Her teeth bit into her lower lip, and she flirted again with her baby blues. “I can make it up to you.” Her fingertip glided down the front of his trousers, curving over the bulge building there.

“Wipe that red all over my dick, and maybe I’ll let you off light,” he growled.

Her lips twitched, but she flicked back her hair. Then, holding his gaze, she slid slowly to her knees, her hands gliding from his chest to his belly. She thumbed open his pants and dragged down his zipper. Then she parted the sides of the fabric, burrowed into the opening in his boxers, and slowly pulled his cock from his pants.

Brent gripped the edge of the desk and leaned back as her honey-colored hair masked her movements. He couldn’t see, but he felt her humid breath against the tip. Her wet tongue lapped around and around the cap, tickling under the ridge, then over the top again. She pulled back.

“How are your knees?” he asked.

“Will you let me stop if I say they hurt?”

They didn’t. He could tell by the saucy slant of her eyes. She was testing, pushing to see how firm he’d be if she didn’t please him.
How unexpected. How intriguing.
Sex between them hadn’t held any surprises in a long, long time. Not that it wasn’t satisfying. Not that he wasn’t happy with her. However, now his mind and body buzzed with new possibilities.

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