Lily's Last Stand

** * A wife gives her husband a sexy surprise...and then he ups the ante...* **

*Note: This 7800-word short story was previously published in *Strokes, Vol. 1*, but has been revised and expanded to more than double its original length. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!

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Excerpt:

His intense gaze bored into hers. His pupils expanded, darkening his eyes.

Her own body reacted in opposition to the tension rolling off him--liquefying, melting toward him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I thought you were alone."

He didn't answer, but lifted one hand, palm up, and cupped a breast. His thumb flicked the tight, pearled tip. "Lou'll be discreet, but what would you have done if I'd had the whole team in here?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Given you a lap dance?"

He snorted, then sighed. "Lily, have I been neglectful?" he asked, his voice gruff.

"I've missed you, Brent."

"Baby, I'm home every night."

She shrugged. "You're there, but...you're not."

His jaw tightened. He dropped his hand and stepped back.

Damn, was he really that angry with her, that disappointed that he'd reject her now? Lily blinked and lifted her chin higher, feigning pride when it lay in tatters all around her. "I'll go home. I apologize again."

"Did I say that you could leave?"