For two months now, I’ve thought of nothing but Lillian when I’ve not been at work. Thankfully, my job kept me occupied twenty of the twenty-four hours in a day. I flew to London several times and spent the majority of my time in New York negotiating a buyout of a failing British banking and insuring company. Peanut is home and doing very well, according to Bethany. Every time she asked me to come home for one of his appointments, I was unfortunately scheduled to be abroad. I knew one thing for sure; an eighty-one billion dollar deal requires me to be focused on all aspects of the transaction, so quick jaunts to Virginia weren’t in the plan. But today, the deal is done. All signatures have been finalized, and I can now find my way back home.

I’ve tried to call Lillian several times, but by the third call with no response, I got the message all too clearly. Lillian Vicci doesn’t have time for me. She mentioned as much on our date, but after today, I’m not giving her an option to ignore me.

The first stop I make once I land in Virginia is Bethany’s. I need to see firsthand how Peanut is doing. Before I even step out of the car, the front door to Bethany’s home opens, and Peanut is standing there waving. His face is full of excitement that I’m sure mirrors mine. Equally excited, I slam the door and run up the drive, dropping to my knees in front of him, so we’re at eye level.

“Uncle Wuv, I miss you. Mommy says you coming today.”

“How are you, little man? You look healthy as a bug.”

“I not a bug. I Superman” He holds up his Superman figurine. “My stuperpower make me all better.”

I look up at Bethany, who is now standing beside Peanut, and she nods her head confirming he is all better. I knew the surgery had been a success, but there were brief periods when Peanut was not healing properly and got an infection. It killed me not to be here, but I knew he was in capable hands.

“Let’s go inside, shall we?” Bethany speaks up.

After three hours of watching over Peanut and talking with Bethany, it’s clear to me that Peanut is doing better than expected, even with the minor setback he went through. Now, it’s time to pay Dr. Vicci a visit.

All the lights are on in her home. There is no way she is avoiding me now. I don’t know why I feel the need to sneak up on her front door; maybe it’s the fact that she’s been avoiding my calls and I’m concerned she’ll ignore the door if she knows it’s me. “Stop acting stupidly,” I tell myself as I knock on the door.

“Just a minute.” I hear her call out from inside.

The front door opens, and a slightly disheveled Lillian stands there in surprise. Her mahogany hair atop her head isn’t perfect. She’s in yoga pants and a tank top, braless, and breathtakingly beautiful. If I thought she was magnificent in the dress she picked out months ago on our date, I was wrong. This version of her is heart-stoppingly beautiful, so it’s a good thing she’s a cardiologist.

“Wh-what are you doing here, Linc?” Her eyes flash between excitement and skiddishness. Like a rabbit who is afraid to be caught in a trap but excited to go after the carrot.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Doc. This time, I’m not letting you avoid me.” I push my way past her, then I slam the door behind me. Before I know it, my animal instincts take over, pressing her back against the door and consuming her lips with mine. At first, she fights the kiss, but I can feel the moment she gives in. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hand pulling at my hair as she returns the harshness of the kiss. I bite her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth only to let go when her mouth opens. My tongue plunges into her mouth, twining with hers in a desperate attempt to claim her as mine and show her who’s boss. Our teeth collide as her own desire to be my equal kicks in. When we finally break apart, we are both breathless.

“Holy fuck, Doc, that was…” I stare at her, at a loss for words to finish the sentence. Lillian looks equally fazed. The lust in her eyes tells me she feels the same. Our mouths collide once again as we devour each other, only this time Lillian becomes the aggressor, her hands pulling at my shirt, untucking it from the waistband of my jeans.

I reach down, grabbing her ass and lifting her. Lillian wraps her legs around my waist as I break the kiss just long enough to ask the question, “Bedroom. Where, Lillian?”

She’s breathless and panting. “Stairs, last door.” Once I hear where I’m headed, my lips find hers once again. I start to walk toward the stairs, breaking the kiss for a moment to see if she changes her mind. Our eyes look back at one another, heat scorching from them, and I begin to take the stairs one by one. My cock is rock hard, rubbing against her center as I climb. Lillian’s lips part, but before she can say anything, I quickly close mine over hers. There is no way I’m giving her an option to back out now; she had that one chance at the bottom of the stairs.

When we reach the top of the stairs, I stop and press her against the wall, grinding my cock into her. Lillian draws in a quick breath followed by a moan of desire that has me growling and quickly moving us toward her bedroom. Once inside, I toss her on the bed and begin to unbutton my shirt. “Strip, Lillian.” My voice is harsh and demanding as I say the words. She obeys and quickly starts removing her clothing.

My cock springs free when I step out of my pants, the tip weeping with desire for her. I’ve imagined what she would look like all those months, but it didn’t do justice to the vision before me. Her tiny brown areolas complement her naturally olive skin. Her nipples are hard tiny peaks standing at attention. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation. My eyes continue down her body. Her taut abdomen confirms that she obviously works out to stay in shape. Long, slender, toned legs part, showing off her bare pussy, already wet and begging for attention.

Unconsciously, my hand wraps around my shaft, stroking it several times. The sexual frustration between us rises, and Lillian reaches between her legs to rub at the tiny nub between her legs. “Fuck, Lillian, stop teasing me,” I tell her when I climb onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. Automatically, her hips lift off the bed, begging for me to enter her.

“Please, Linc. I want you.”

Her pussy glistens with desire, and without thinking, I thrust inside her hard. A small whimper fills the room as I sink balls deep into her tight pussy. “Oh, God, Lillian, you feel amazing.” I let her walls tighten around my shaft before I begin to move in and out of her. My size doesn’t bother her in the least. Instead, she begs for more.

“Faster, Linc. Give it to me hard, fast, and raw. I want you, all of you.”

Normally, I’d oblige that request, but with Lillian, I don’t want to hurt her any more than necessary. There aren’t many women who can handle eleven inches of pleasure, but when you add my girth to it, they are usually screaming out in pain at first. I’m as thick as a silver dollar; not that I’m bragging or anything, but it’s always been my gift and curse at the same time.

I pull out and slowly slide back in, once again sinking myself deep into her, and roll my hips, making sure my body collides with her clit. I do this several times, teasing her about what is to follow. She feels so amazing that I know I need to pull back or I’m going to explode.

Lillian whimpers at the emptiness as I pull out. Her juices entice my senses uncontrollably, and my tongue finds her opening. I suck and lick at her entrance, enjoying the taste more than I should. I nibble at her clit before sucking it between my lips, teasing it with my tongue. Her first orgasm rips through her, causing her back to bow off the bed as she rides my face while riding out the orgasm. Just as her body goes slack against the bed, I thrust into her once more, plunging in and out quickly. I watch as her eyes roll back into her head.

“Oh, fuck, Lincoln. I’m gonna come again.”

I hold back my own release even though it's killing me and continue thrusting until I feel her walls squeeze tight around me and she screams out my name.

“Yes, Linc! Oh my God, yes!” Her screams of pleasure drive me higher and higher toward my own release.

“LILLIAN!” I cry out as I release myself into her and then collapse on top of her before rolling to my side and taking her with me. My hand is reaching up to push the hair away from her face as I study the look in her eyes for anything other than satisfaction.