petulant temper tantrum. An unwilling smile curved his mouth.
Little Lily had braved the lion’s den. Mom hadn’t had the courage to touch a thing in his office. Perhaps there was more to sweet Lily than met the eye. He intended to find out and have fun in the process.
“Do you like it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him.
He whirled around. She’d dressed in her fluffy pink housecoat with matching slippers. Her hair was piled on top of her head and held by a large clasp. She looked sweet enough to eat.
“What are you doing downstairs?”
“I’m much better. The warm bath helped my aches and pains. I was hungry and thought you’d left.”
“Go back to bed. I’ll bring you a tray.”
“No. I’m not an invalid.” She turned and started to the kitchen.
Ty swooped her up into his arms and carried her to the kitchen table, setting her in a chair. “I’ll fix you a meal.”
Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled bacon out of the fridge and started it cooking in the frying pan. Next he rinsed a tomato, got lettuce out of the crisper, and began to make bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches for them.
“Hot chocolate or coffee?”
“Hot tea would be good. I’m not a coffee drinker. Did your mother teach your brothers and you to cook?”
“Oh yes. We can cook a full meal, if we have to.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you like your office?”
“Doesn’t seem much like mine anymore. A man likes a little clutter.”
“A little? You had magazines stacked from two years ago.”
“I was going to read them one of these days.” He darted a glance at her. “You didn’t throw them away?”
“I wanted to, but I didn’t. They’re in a box in your closet.”
He flipped the bacon and heated the water for tea. “When we’re snowed in for days, I catch up on my reading.”
“It must not have snowed last year then, because as I said, you had magazines over two years old in that stack.”
“Did you mess with the finances? I guess you have them arranged so fancy I’ll never be able to understand what’s what.”
“I see your ornery mood has returned. You ought to at least say thank you that I saved you from dying of dust-filled lungs.”
Ty tried to hold the laugh in, but lost the battle.
“What was that?” Lily leaned forward. “Is the world coming to an end? Ty Terrell just laughed. Turn around. I want to see if your face cracked.”
That did it. He grabbed her out of the chair and kissed her mouth hard, then softer as she responded by putting her arms around his neck and leaning her body into his hard frame. Her skin was as soft as he’d dreamed, and her scent made him drunk with desire. She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and her tight nipples drilled into his chest.
“How hungry are you?” he asked.
Her sultry brown eyes stared into his. “Very.”
Picking her up, he whirled her around to the stove. “Turn it off.” She reached the knobs and clicked each to the off position. Then he took quick steps out to the stairs and up to her room. He kicked the door shut. No one was going to interrupt this time. When he let her down, her body slid against him.
He cupped her face in his hands and ran his tongue across her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept inside. She tasted like honey, sweet nectar. Her hand ran across his chest, down over his hard abdomen, under his waistband and wrapped around his hard dick.
“Feel how hot and hard I am for you. I want to bury my cock in your sweet pussy.”
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His raw words heightened her desire. Her heart was pounding and the familiar coil of desire had tightened. His cock pulsed in her hand as he ravished her mouth. The feel of his hard body made her want to tear his clothes off and have his bare skin against hers. She’d never felt this heightened sexually, never knew she was capable of desiring a man to this degree.
Ty pulled back and untied the belt holding her robe together. He