Waking up the next day, Lucian finds himself unable to move from the bed because Lily’s body is nestled close to his, her head resting on his shoulder and her hand splayed across his chest. They certainly hadn’t gone to sleep in this position.
The way she shifts, pressing even closer into him, makes it evident that she’s enjoying the contact.
“Ahh, her breasts are touching me. Sucked it and it was really good… and soft…” he muses to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips. Then, abruptly, his expression changes to one of confusion. “Damn, what the hell am I thinking?”
He glances down at her, noting how peaceful and serene she looks. *Hmm. Why does she have to be so beautiful? Why does she have to be a trap??*
His phone starts to ring, interrupting his thoughts. He glances toward the
