DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 90

Daisy

Morning light sliced through the bathroom blinds, turning the steam into golden ribbons. I stood under the showerhead, hot water pounding my shoulders, trying to wash away the remnants of last night’s dream and the shame that had followed. My skin still felt too sensitive. Every drop that hit my nipples made them tighten painfully, every rivulet running down my stomach and between my thighs reminded me how wet I’d been, how desperate I’d gotten in the dark with that toy while Steve slept like nothing was wreng. My clit throbbed faintly with aftershocks, and I could still feel the ghost of Norman’s grip on my hips, his growl in my ear.

I glanced at my phone on the sink counter: 8:12 a.m. Shit. The board meeting at Wright Dynamics started at 9 sharp- investors, green–energy projections, and the California Renewable Energy Initiative bid. I couldn’t afford to walk in looking like I’d spent the night fucking my ex in my head.

I scrubbed faster, shampoo stinging my eyes, fingers rough over my scalp like I could scrub Norman out too.

The bathroom door creaked open.

It was Steve.

He stepped in fully clothed. He was wearing jeans, a faded T–shirt, and his hair was still messy from sleep. His eyes were soft and apologetic, but there was a glint there too. Hunger. The same quiet hunger he’d had when we first started dating simple, sweet, nothing like the feral edge Norman always carried.

“Steve, I’m late,” I sighed, turning my face into the spray, trying to sound firm.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kicked off his shoes, peeled his shirt over his head, and stepped under the water behind me still in his jeans, like he couldn’t wait long enough to undress properly. The denim soaked through instantly, clinging to his thighs.

His hands found my waist first. They were warm and firm, sliding up my wet ribs to cup my breasts. Thumbs brushed my nipples in slow, deliberate circles. I sucked in a breath, my lungs burning, my body betraying me instantly–arching into his touch even as my mind screamed meeting, meeting, meeting.

“Steve-”

“Well, weren’t you the one all over me last night?” His voice was low, teasing, lips grazing the wet curve of my shoulder. “1 just came to fulfill my promise.”

His palms roamed down my stomach, tracing the dip of my navel, over my hips, then between my thighs. One hand slipped between my folds, fingers parting me gently, finding me already slick despite the water. He groaned against my neck softly and reverently.

“Fuck, Daisy.., you’re so wet.”

“I have a meeting at 9,” I managed, voice cracking. “And it’s very-”

He cut me off not with words, but with his body.

He’d shoved his jeans down just enough to free himself and pressed forward. The thick head of his cock nudged my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing without entering yet. He rocked against me with slow, shallow glides along my slit, coating himself in me while his fingers kept rubbing my clit in lazy circles.

I moaned lowly and helplessly, my forehead pressing to the cool tile. My hips rocked back instinctively, chasing more.

“Steve…”

He kissed the back of my neck, soft and lingering. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

Then he pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every stretch, every slide. He wasn’t as rough as dream–Norman, wasn’t as punishing. He was careful, deliberate, filling me with steady pressure until he was buried deep, hips flush against my ass.

I gasped sharply and startled, my palms slapping the wall for balance. He filled me perfectly. He started moving–slow, deep rolls of his hips–pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, grinding against that spot inside me that made my toes curl against the wet floor. His hand stayed between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts steadily and patiently, building me up without rushing.

“You feel so good,” he murmured against my e Successfully unlocked! So tight… so wet for me.”

I whimpered, half pleasure, half guilt, because I was wow, my body responding to his touch, his care. But part of me; the dark, traitorous part still echoed with Norman’s growl, his bruising grip, and his filthy commands.

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Back in his Bed 90

Steve’s free hand slid up my spine, cupping the back of my neck, tilting my head so he could kiss along my jaw.

“Let’s come together, Daisy,” he whispered. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

I just nodded. But something was off. The sex felt incredible, so why wasn’t I coming yet? My body was right there on the edge, trembling, but it wouldn’t tip over. Maybe if I imagined it wasn’t Steve… maybe if I let myself picture Norman instead, just for a second…

The thought barely formed before it hit me like lightning.

“Fuck!” I cried out the moment Norman’s face flashed in my mind. My body shattered instantly

My back arched violently, a raw scream tearing from my throat and bouncing off the tiles. My cunt clamped down hard around him, spasming, pulsing, milking every inch as pleasure ripped through me, sharp and blinding. It was almost painfu after last night’s denial. My thighs shook uncontrollably, nails scraping the wet wall for balance. Wave after wave crashed over me, longer and deeper than anything last night, until I was trembling, gasping, and my vision was spotting with black

stars.

Steve groaned low in his throat, feeling me clench around him. He thrusted once, twice more, before burying himself deep, He came with a shudder, flooding me with heat, hips grinding against my ass like he wanted to stay inside forever. His arms wrapped around me fully, holding me upright as my legs threatened to give out.

We stayed locked together under the spray–panting, water streaming over us–until my breathing slowed.

He kissed my shoulder softly, sweetly. “Better?”

I nodded, throat tight. “Yeah.”

He eased out slowly, both of us hissing at the sensitivity, then turned me around and kissed me deeply, slowly, and tenderly “Go conquer the world, CEO,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

I forced a smile, my chest aching. He soon stepped out, and I washed up some more.

Afterwards, I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and glanced at the clock: 8:42.

Still late, but worth it.

It wasn’t like I came because of him anyway.

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