Lily's Last Stand by Delilah Devlin Page A

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,