Lily's Surrender (co-authored with Liz Andrews)
Book 3 in the Redemption series
ISBN: 1-59632-109-1
Publisher: Loose Id
Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary; Suspense

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Without bothering to knock, Lily opened Marc’s door, slamming it shut behind her.

Startled Marc looked up, surprised etched across his handsome face. “Lily, this is a surprise.”

“Oh really.” Sarcasm dripped from her mouth. “I figured your goon squad would have put you on alert I was on the way.”

“Goon squad?”

“Whatever you want to call the morons you have following me.”

“They are highly trained professionals. And they are there to protect you, not report to me.”

“Well they don’t do their job very well.”

Marc stood suddenly at her words. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened, except the delivery man who stopped by today could have been an axe murderer, but they let him come to my door.”

“So you got the television.”

“Yeah, I got the television. The flat screen plasma television.” Lily accented each word.

“I take it you aren’t pleased?” Marc looked surprised, but he also looked tired. Lily had to steel her heart and finish what she had come to do. Tell him he couldn’t use her this way.

“Gee, I don’t know Marc. Should I be? I mean, is an almost blow job worth a fancy television?”

Marc’s face flushed and then a calm seemed to settle over him. Lily wasn’t sure what to make of this cool, controlled Marc. It was a bit unnerving, because she felt like he was mad, but his face showed a hint of a smile.

Coming around his desk, Marc walked up to Lily as if he were stalking her. She had to control her urge to step back, but she was determined to hold her ground. Leaning in close to her face Marc spoke. “Don’t ever talk about yourself or what we do in that way ever again. Ever.”

“I’m sorry Marc. I didn’t know we were playing ‘Marc Says’.”

Marc’s eyes began to twitch. “Today is not the day, Lily.”

“Oh but it is.” Lily poked her finger in his chest. “I’m not a fucking toy. You don’t pull me out and play with me whenever you get a hankering.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“The hell it wasn’t.”

Grabbing her finger, Marc pushed her hand away from his chest. “Grow up, Lily. I won’t dance attention on you at your every whim.”

Eyes widening, Lily placed her hands on her hips. “Screw you.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Make me.”

The words were out before she could pull them back, and they lay like a gauntlet between them.

“Well, why didn’t you say you came here to get fucked, honey?” Marc walked around her and locked the door to his office.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? And, I did not come here to get fucked. I came to tell you off.”

Marc stood in front of the door loosening his tie. “No baby, you could have done that with a phone call. You wanted the confrontation. You wanted me to take over.”

“Stop it. You’re messing with my mind. This is not about sex.”

“Yes it is. It’s about sex and control.” Throwing his tie across a chair Marc calmly began unbuttoning his shirt.

Lily realized she was breathing heavily as Marc spoke. Her nipples tightened as soon as he’d flipped the lock on the door and she could feel herself getting wet at his words. What the hell was wrong with her?

“No, I don’t want this Marc.” Lily couldn’t keep the huskiness out of her voice and she knew Marc heard it as well. Damn it, she never could lie very well.

Marc slipped out of his shirt and draped it over the chair. “I have to disagree, Lily. Yes, you’re mad I sent you a television. You’re probably also mad I haven’t called.”

Lily jerked at his insightful words. Damn him, she wasn’t even going to bring that up, but he’d guessed at her hurt.

“But,” Marc continued as he toed off his shoes, “you enjoyed our time together and you definitely want more.”

Lily licked her lips and with that gesture Lily saw the heat flare in Marc’s eyes right before he sprang. Grabbing her, he pulled her into his arms.

“Say the word, Lily, if you don’t want this. Say it now.”

Lily parted her lips to say the very word he mentioned, but she couldn’t get it out. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him. “You’re an asshole.”

“Sometimes, but asshole isn’t the safe word, so I’ll take that as a yes.”

Dropping his mouth onto hers, Marc silenced any comment she had.