After a few minutes she took a break the way she always did, sitting back slightly on her heels. Her hand replaced her mouth, fingers wrapping firm and slick around my shaft, continuing the steady rhythm while she caught her breath.
Lila rarely did anything without comntary.
"My week has already been absolute hell and it’s only Monday," she said, voice casual, almost conversational, even as her fist twisted gently on the upstroke.
"Boss is still riding about last week’s deliverables like I personally murdered his quarterly targets. The wife situation is getting worse, he actually called her from the office this ti, right in the middle of the open floor plan. Mortifying. And that piece I had to rewrite three tis? Still not right. I swear the client keeps moving the goalposts just to watch run."
I listened with maybe fifteen percent of my attention. The rest was occupied by the slick glide of her fist, the way her thumb kept brushing over the sensitive head on every pass, and by performing just enough interest to keep her talking. Talking kept her occupied. Occupied was the point. "Mm," I offered, low and noncommittal. It was usually sufficient.
She shifted her weight, the tone of her voice changing as sothing she’d clearly been saving rose to the surface. "But the most frustrating of them all is that I’ve been trying to get my hands on sothing," she said between smooth strokes, the phrasing deliberate, that smile still playing at her glistening lips.
"Sothing," I echoed, mostly to keep the rhythm.
"Soone." The correction ca with a wider, sharper smile. "A white whale. I’ve been trying for months and it keeps not working. Which is honestly making want it more. You know how I get."
My hand moved to her face again, a slow caress along her cheekbone that looked invested. "What is it."
The look she gave was openly pleased that I’d asked. "A rich boy. t him at a club a while ago. I didn’t even know who he was at first, had to do my research after like so kind of amateur detective."
My attention sharpened, just slightly. The hand still resting in her hair stayed perfectly still. "Old money?"
"The oldest in this city. The kind where the money has its own money. Generational. Untouchable."
"The Wolfe family."
It wasn’t a question. Only one family in this city fit that description in that specific, almost mythic way.
Lila’s smile turned deeply satisfied, like I’d passed a test. "Take a wild guess which one."
I already knew. I’d known from the mont she said club and refused and months. The pieces had been arranging themselves all evening. "Cassian."
"Give the man a prize." She sat back a little farther, fully slipping into storytelling mode now, her hand never stopping its lazy, slick rhythm. "I t him at this expensive club months ago. He looked so handso I got horny instantly. He let sit on his lap. We drank expensive whiskey. I thought—"
A small pause flickered across her face, sothing raw and quickly covered.
"I thought he was into . Turns out... he’s gay." She said it flatly, almost clinically. "I had no idea. None. He just sat there looking like that, gorgeous, untouchable, and let think whatever I wanted. And then told completely without embarrassnt. Like it was nothing. Like he was comnting on the weather."
I didn’t move. My gaze drifted to the ceiling again, then back down to her face.
The information settled inside with neat, surgical precision, arranging itself alongside everything else I’d been collecting over the past days.
Cassian.
Gay.
Confird by soone with absolutely no reason to lie about it. The dinner. The look across the table.
I thought of Noah’s face when Cassian arrived at the curb.
The way the boy’s entire world seed to tilt on its axis just because a black car had slowed down.
And I thought of Cassian’s voice when he spoke to the security team... the dark, vibrating promise of what he would do to their limbs if they tried to hurt the boy.
The picture was clearer now. Much clearer.
Lila watched closely, waiting for so reaction, surprise, jealousy, amusent, anything.
I gave her nothing and she continued sucking off.
I kept my face as smooth as the marble in my foyer, but internally, the itch was gone. It had been replaced by the hum of a machine that had finally found the missing variable.
There it is, I thought.
The leverage wasn’t in the project.
The leverage wasn’t in the hospital board or the Wolfe family legacy. The leverage was the boy. The fragile, transparent, middle-class assistant who Cassian Wolfe was keeping like a secret.
Noah Bennett was the bridge.
And I was the only person who knew exactly how to cross it.
A sudden, electric burst of energy surged through , hot and decisive. While she was deep throating again, throat working, eyes watering slightly at the corners, I stopped her.
"Enough."
My voice ca out rougher than intended. I hauled her up off the floor in one smooth motion, guiding her onto the sofa.
In seconds I was on top of her, knees pushing her thighs apart. When I looked down, I could see how wet she already was, her pussy glistening under the low lamplight, inner thighs shiny with arousal.
Lila smirked up at , licking her swollen lips slowly. "Impatient tonight," she teased, voice breathy. "What’s gotten into you? You’re usually more... thodical."
I thought, very briefly, about telling her, about the encounter with Cassian Wolfe, about the distinct possibility that he might be fucking her ex. I decided against it. So information was more useful when kept private.
Instead I smirked, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her legs, letting the damp fabric drop to the floor. Lila giggled, low and delighted, one hand drifting between her own legs.
She played with herself openly while she looked up at , fingers circling her clit, hips rolling slightly, excited and expectant, eyes bright with anticipation.
I lined myself up and pushed inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust. Her walls were hot, slick, and tight around .
She gasped sharply, the sound lting into a long, throaty moan as her warmth enveloped completely. Her arms ca up, nails digging into my back as she pulled closer, hips lifting greedily to take every inch.
I reached down and kissed her, my fingers threading through her hair once more as I adjusted my pace.
"Tell more about this club, Lila. Tell exactly what he said."
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