by Lan LLP
“Well, for starters, I can’t leave this place, so that limits my choices,” I gripe. “Everything I want to do is outside of this penthouse,” I add.
“Oh yes, Carson did mention that. Hmm…I see your dilemma,” she empathizes while her thinking gears crank inside her head, leaving a contemplative expression on her face. “I have a fabulous idea. Let’s give you an identity makeover,” she suggests with a crafty grin.
“What’s that?” I curiously ask.
“We’ll change your physical appearance so much that no one can recognize you. This way, you can leave the penthouse and enjoy all of Boston!” she excitedly exclaims. “Let me gather some goodies, and then I’ll be back in a few hours.”
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Nikki spent three hours on my identity makeover. She dyed my hair the darkest shade of black , which I already don’t like because it makes me look goth. I have too much makeup on my face for chilling around the house and my clothing style is very modern, almost Japanese anime.
“I appreciate all your effort, but I look nothing like myself,” I complain to her.
“Good! This is exactly what I want to hear,” she tells me excitedly. “The true test is when Carson comes home tonight to find another woman in his bed,” she chuckles. I blush red from her alluding comment. “If he can’t recognize you, then he should give you free range to leave the penthouse tomorrow.”
“I hope you’re right, Nikki. I want out of this place so badly.”
“I’m confident it’ll work,” she assures me. “Well, my job here is done. I’ll see you tomorrow, darling.” Nikki gives me a quick squeeze and a peck on each of my cheeks, leaving red prints of her lips. “Your new clothes are hanging in the closet, and I left you something special in the bedroom for tonight,” she whispers, winking at me. “Sophie, Charlie, come with mommy,” she calls out to her babies with the snaps of her fingers and then exits through the private pantry door.
I stand in the kitchen in a stupor, checking my new image in the mirror. What just happened here? It seems as if my fairy godmother appeared out of nowhere and waved her magic wand around to turn me into a gothic Cinderella and then disappeared into thin air. The skimpy skirt Nikki picked out for me keeps riding up my butt. I find myself tugging at it constantly. I’m embarrassed as I walk awkwardly past Luke, who’s meditating in his corner, pretending not to notice the new me. What will Carson think of all of this? Can a lot of makeup, dark black hair and scanty clothing change his overbearing mind? I’m not feeling too confident that Nikki’s plan will work.
Upon entering the bedroom, I see a sheer white nightie displayed in the middle of the bed. This must be Nikki’s surprise for me. Picking it up by its thin straps, I press it against my body and imagine what it’ll look like on me. Why am I intimidated by a delicate piece of material?
You shouldn’t be. It’s only fabric.
I replace my skimpy skirt and tight fitted top with a translucent layer of fabric held together with a strand of silk ribbon. Positioning myself seductively across his bed, I lay there patiently, waiting for Carson to enter and appreciate the new Lillian.
Chapter 6
Carson Bradley
Coming back from the lab, I enter my office and wither into my leather sofa. Officially, I think I’m on the brink of madness. I haven’t had a moment of normalcy for more than two months. My mind needs a vacation, so I pour myself a generous drink of bourbon to dull my nerves before heading home. One drink leads to another and before long, I find myself very relaxed and comfortable until I realize the time. Shit! I hate the idea of Lily waiting for me, especially after the unpleasant dispute we had this morning. Rushing down the elevator, I call the driver to pick me up by the side entrance of the BPC building and notice a missed text from Nikki.
Left you a surprise at the penthouse. You can thank me later. XxXx Nik
I wonder what my favorite cousin is up to. She’s not even supposed to be here until tomorrow. Nik is a wildcard. She does everything on the whim, but for some reason, everything always seems to work out in her favor. She’s here for me. I asked her to come to Boston to stay for a week or two to get to know Lil as well as keep her preoccupied for me while I figure things out. Nik accepted without hesitation. She told me she wants to find out for herself why no other woman in my past has been able to measure up to Lil. I assure her that it wouldn’t take her long—a handful of minutes is all she’d need.
The driver is punctual and speedy. I’m dropped off at the main entrance of the Zen about fifteen minutes later. Owen has a detailed schedule for which entrances or exits I need to use on a daily basis. I’m to be discrete but still maintain a normal routine so it doesn’t attract uninvited attention to me. As I enter the front lobby, I find myself sifting my eyes through each area to make sure no one is following me. I hate being this paranoid, but it’s necessary. Lily is irreplaceable. I will fend off any predator that crosses her path to get to me.
I crack the front door open to find Luke waiting for me in his usual corner. He gives me a quick rundown of the day’s event before he leaves to follow Sasha. I almost want to tell him to skip the report for this evening because I’m in such a hurry, but I don’t. Since I’m not able to spend much time with Lil due to work, knowing the little details of her day keeps me connected to her. This need probably makes me seem obsessively creepy to him, but I don’t care. That’s what he’s paid for. After Luke exits, I sprint to the bedroom to find a sexy, jaw-dropping woman stretched across my bed. Blinking my eyes several times to sharpen my focus, I observe her with more precision. I know she’s my Lillian, but she looks so exotically hot with her ruby lips, dark penetrating eyes and jet-black hair swept over her breasts.
“And who are you, lying here on my bed?” I inquire in a deep, seductive voice while my greedy eyes roam the length or her body.
“I’m…uh…Lucy,” she clumsily replies while adjusting her sheer nightie to cover her breasts which are spilling over the delicate material that’s hugging them. From her demure expression, I sense that she’s feeling completely out of her realm of comfort, playing this game of seduction. My mouth waters at the delicious sight of her supple cleavage. I regret that my face isn’t already buried in there. Her svelte figure is cajoling my hands to grope her in a manner that can only be naughty, gripping and kneading until she begs me to enter her. I want her warm, wet flesh wrapped around my fingers, my hard cock.
“Lucy, what have you done with Lillian?” I trifle. “I owe her an apology. I’ve been a complete ass and tyrant. I need to beg her for forgiveness.” She grins in response to my theatrical inquiry. “Will you tell me where she’s at?” She shakes her head playfully. “Do I need to force it out of you?” I tease from across the room with implying eyes. She nods her head.
I strut over to the bed, peel my jacket and tie off and then sit down by her side. Taking her hands in mine, I kiss the back of them. “I’m sorry, Angel. I’m sorry for dragging so much unwanted happiness into your life,” I express sincerely. “This was never my intention.”
Rising onto her knees to face me, she begins to unbutton my shirt. “No more fighting. Okay? I hate that we’ve been arguing constantly,” she asserts. “I miss our happier times when we used to laugh, talk, make love and make love,” she giggles and shrugs my shirt off my shoulders.
“I can handle that. I see myself more as a lover than a fighter anyways,” I assure her with a kiss to her pacing heart. “Will I be sleeping with Lucy or Lily tonight?” I give her a cheeky grin.
“You pick,” she replies with a mischievous smile as she circles her arms around my neck and places gentle kisses along there. Mmm…the feel of her moist, velvet lips against my skin is dissolving. I can hardly form words to utter as my mind surrenders to her taunting attention.
“I choose Lucy. She seems to be more on the wild side,” I flirt and wrap my arms around her tiny waist. “Nikki texted me about a surprise. She did good. I’ll have to call her tomorrow to thank her.”
; Gently easing Lil onto her back, my tongue is ready to taste her sweet, delectable skin. Her nightie is but a fine layer of air lightly caressing her soft curves. I rip it effortlessly apart through the center to expose her breasts. Her chest rises and falls as her breathing hastens. Our eyes lock, allowing the desire we have for each other to course back and forth with depth. Leaning into her neck, I seal my lips over her pulsing artery. Her blood is flowing fiercely because of me which deepens my arousal. It’s obvious that we ignite each other’s passion. I trace my tongue along that throbbing path, across her collarbone, down between the cleft of her breasts to her abdomen until I reach her inner thighs. With my warm, moist lips, I draw her tender skin into my mouth and suck it gently and then urgently, leaving tiny pink blemishes behind. Her back arches, tilting her pelvis closer to me as she cries out silky whimpers. Her fingers comb wildly through my hair, imploring me to keep pleasuring her. My erected cock is pleading Please. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside her that the sexy sound of her groaning is almost enough to make me explode.
You can’t have her yet. Dr. Laurent recommended two weeks.
Lifting my head up and away from my temptation, I roam back to her lips. I release my pent-up sexual energy on her mouth instead, piercing and snaking my tongue through and making love to it. A while after, I manage to leave rose-colored love bites all over her neck, breasts and thighs from sucking and kissing aggressively. She doesn’t seem to mind as she encourages me to continue with her begging moans.
Locking onto my hooded eyes, which are drowning in a melting pool of desire for her, she flips me onto my back so my legs are bent at the knees over the bed’s edge. Her body slithers down between my thighs. Gently, she lands on her knees. I lift my head up to see her kneeling submissively—naked from the waist up. Fuck me! She’s so fucking hot right now! Bountiful waves of black hair frame her stunning face. With both hands, she frees my caged-up beast by pulling my trousers and boxers passed my thighs to around my ankles. Gingerly, she traces the sensitive fringe of my erected cock with her index finger before devouring it with her mouth and tongue. My head drops back to enjoy my pleasure ride of peaks and valleys.
“Uh…fuck,” I grunt as she continues to pleasure me with her sucking and pumping fist. I’m close to the crowning of my climax. I can feel the hot spurt of cum traveling down my shaft and heading for her mouth. I give her a fair warning, “Uh…babe, I’m cumming.” But she ignores my warning and continues to lap her tongue over it. I thrust my pelvis upward and my cum shoots down her throat. She swallows it with a slight cringe and then smiles at me in triumph. God, I love this woman. Grabbing her dainty wrists, I pull her up to me so her breasts are pressed against my chest and her legs are between my thighs. “Thank you, baby,” I murmur against her forehead and then follow with a kiss.
“For you, I’d do anything,” she whispers in a gentle voice before closing her eyes to drift into a sound sleep.
Lillian Ly
The smell of delicious pancakes stirs me from my slumber. I release a satisfying yawn with my arms stretched high above my head before climbing out of bed to follow that delightful aroma. I poke my head into the kitchen to find Carson, in his pajama bottoms only, humming and flipping hotcakes over a skillet. What more can I ask for—a gorgeous man who knows how to cook. I tiptoe over to him and wrap my arms around his firm waist from behind.
“Good morning, my handsome fiancé,” I greet.
“Morning, sweetness,” he replies and then cranes his neck to kiss me. “You need to march right back to bed. I’m making you a surprise breakfast, and you’re ruining it by being here.” He releases my grip of his waist and points to the bedroom hallway.
“Alright, Mr. Bossy Bradley,” I retort teasingly with his favorite girlie pout and follow his order.
Minutes later, Carson comes cautiously through the door with my breakfast on a white wicker serving tray and sets it beside me. Pulling out a napkin, he places it across my lap and then hands me a glass of orange juice.
“I hope my pancakes are as good as yours,” he tells me with hopefulness in his searching hazel eyes.
“I’m sure they’re delicious,” I encourage and then crank my head over to view his effort on a white porcelain plate. I force myself to hold back my giggles. They’re really dark and not fluffy like I thought they’d be, but I have to eat them or his feelings will be hurt. I pour a generous amount of syrup over the pile of darkness to mask the burnt taste. “Mmm…mmm…these are…yummy,” I mumble as I try to swallow the terrible bittersweet taste down my throat. I’m not sure which is worse, swallowing his cum or this. They’re both right up there.
“Lil, spit that out! I can tell that it’s terrible from the wince on your face,” he demands and then starts to laugh. “Your expression from last night and this morning are one and the same. You’re so damn adorable to me,” he pulls me into his arms and hugs me gently. “This is how I see us starting our mornings every day, minus my burnt pancakes,” he tells me with a grin.
“Why aren’t you at work, yet?” I ask as I break away from his hold.
“I hate the way I’ve left you these past two mornings. I want to show you what a good morning with me is like,” he explains. “I admit that I’ve been extremely unreasonable. But you know why–or at least I’m hoping that you understand why. I can’t afford to have anything happen to you again. That’s the bottom line. You own my heart, and I want to keep you safe with me forever.”
“I understand how much you love me. I really do,” I reassure him with my hand cupping his face as I stare profoundly into his beautiful hazel eyes.
“Good, I’m glad you do,” he tells me while folding my body back into his chest with his arms.
“Carson, what do you think about my makeover?” I croon against his neck to prime him for my ulterior question.
“Well…you look…different. But not in a bad way,” he replies.
“Different? How?” I demand, worried that he hates my new look.
“Exotically hot and fuck-me-licious. That was my first impression when I saw you offered like a temptation on my bed last night,” he shares.
I chuckle and ask, “Fuck-me-licious? Is that a Carson made-up word?”
“I guess it is. See how much you’ve rubbed off on me,” he responds with a playful shake of his head and roll of his eyes, making me chuckle.
“But you didn’t take the bait,” I complain.
“Trust me. It took every ounce of self-control for me not to take you all the way. When our two weeks are up, I swear I’m going to make you scream for hours and cry because your orgasms will be so fucking intense,” he shares in such a serious tone that it comes across as a declaration. I have goosebumps budding all over my body from the erotic vision he just sowed in my head. My panties are wet as my mind continues to salivate over those sprouting images.
“You promise?” I confirm in a flirty voice as my eyes look up to his.
“Yes, and I never break promises, especially to the woman I love,” he replies with a smiling kiss on my forehead.
“Carson, now that I look like someone else, thanks to Nikki, will it be okay for me to leave the penthouse today? I’m going stir-crazy being cooped up in here,” I ask, hoping that my request won’t alter his cheery mood.
Carson’s body tenses instantly as he inhales deeply. “I guess,” he sighs. “But you’re not allowed to be out of Luke’s sight for any reason, and I have to know your location at all times,” he instructs strictly. “And I don’t like Nikki’s skimpy clothing choices for you hanging in the closet, especially when I’m not around. Save those outfits for me only,” he emphasizes.
“Did you cross the imaginary privacy line? The one that divides my side from your side of the closet,” I ask half-teasingly. Carson must not believe in personal spaces even though, technically, the closet is all his.
“I did and I’m not ashamed of admitting it. I’m insanely possessive when it comes to you. I don’t want anyone staking a
claim on you, not even with their coveting eyes,” he declares sternly, leaving me with mixed emotions. I’m flattered and appalled by his alpha-maleness. On one hand, it’s comforting to know that I’m the center of his world, but on the other, he comes across like a controlling psychopath.
“Oh my, Carson. Tame that alpha male down a notch. It’s only sexy in the bedroom,” I tease with a wink. Instantly, his uncompromising expression turns playful, and he snickers from my comment.
Shaking his head with a smirk, he tells me in a smoldering voice, “Baby, you have no idea. You haven’t seen my alpha male side in the bedroom yet.”
“When can I see him?” I cajole with a raised brow.
Meeting my trifling eyes with his, he forewarns me, “Someday, if you desire. But I don’t think he’s your type. A sweet and innocent girl like you can easily be intimidated by him.” There’s something hidden in his tone that tells me he’s not exaggerating.
Maybe I should heed his concealed warning, but I don’t. “Tell him that someday should come soon.”
“My little vixen, sometimes you shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew. It can choke you and leave an unpleasant taste in your mouth,” he warns me a second time.
This time I decide to regard his advice. “Maybe later is fine then,” I reply. “Um…since I’m cleared to leave the penthouse, what about Emma’s wedding? Will it be okay for me to go? Belle and I are her co-maids of honor,” I ask, knowing that I’m pushing my luck.
“One step at a time, Lil. Let’s finish this week and then I’ll give you a definite answer, okay?”
“I guess so,” I reluctantly agree. I’ve already decided that I’ll be there for Emma—with or without Carson’s approval. It would just be less hairy for me if I have his consent.
“Good girl. As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you, I better jump in the shower and get ready for work. Care to join me?” he asks while stretching his hand out. As if he even has to convince me.
