After

Chance

Staring after Lilly, I realized my mistake.

I fucked up, in more than one way. I could practically feel her rebuilding her walls with each step she took away from me.

I had returned to the office to grab a document out of my safe. I didn’t expect Lilly to still be there. For a few moments, I stood watching her scanning documents, humming to some unfamiliar tune and swaying her soft hips. She had one of those timeless hourglass figures. Small, trim waist. Her tits were to die for. Not too small, not too big. Just the perfect size to cup my hands over.

Her dark hair fell down her back in loose, thick waves and I fought the urge to wrap it around my fist. Her alluring body tempted me, but it was too soon. She needed more time, but the second her small palms clutched my shirt and her lustful eyes met my gaze, I was a goner. I just needed her permission. When she gave it, I pounded her like a starved beast.

Fuck! It was better than I’d ever imagined it could be. Nobody had ever felt