Ethan's mind raced, the gentlemanly facade shattering completely. His voice was a low growl. "Is this... is this what you want, Lilly?"
She rolled her eyes, a gesture of pure, unadulterated impatience. "Shut up and eat my pussy," she commanded, her voice husky with authority.
Without another word, she hiked up her dress, sat on the cold marble edge of the sink, and shimmied out of her panties, letting them fall to the floor. She was bare beneath, and she used her fingers to spread herself open, a glistening, explicit invitation. "Well? Are you just going to stare?"
