worrying.”
“We’re getting closer, I promise.”
“I know. Until then, we’ll continue to use the darkness as our days. Come and lick me until I come. Then I have to make my rounds so the staff will see me today.”
“My pleasure.” Wyatt tossed the linen napkin from his lap onto the tabletop and moved before Lila’s chair, turning her by the wooden arms until she was clear of the table. He dropped to his knees immediately and slid her skirt up her legs. “You’re horny, Lila. I can smell you.”
“Taste me and tell me what you think.” She sat back, resting her body against the frame of the large chair, and spread her legs wide, pulling them up until her knees rested against the arms, baring her clean-shaved pussy to Wyatt. She watched him lick his lips before leaning forward and placing one light kiss to her clit. Then he used long swipes of his tongue along her lower lips mixed with his index finger to penetrate her. “Another finger,” she whispered, and he complied without words, sliding his middle finger beside his index finger buried deep in her. “That’s much better, suck my clit until I come.” She sighed when he did just that, suckling on her nub and fucking her with his fingers until she came, her body shuddering with her climax. Lila reached down and took Wyatt’s hand from her pussy, drawing it slowly up to her lips, sucking them deep into her mouth to clean her cum from them.
“Stand up and drop your pants, let me suck you.” Wyatt stood and smiled at her, his fingers going to unbuckle his belt until they heard the mandatory first three knocks on the door. They both knew there would be two more sets of knocks, but the interruption meant Wyatt would have to wait for his satisfaction. He walked around the table to his seat and sipped his wine, watching her as she pulled her skirt back into place and settled the rest of her clothing. With a nod to him, she finally said, “Enter.”
Their butler, Vernon, entered with an empty silver tray in hand, pausing to stack their lunch plates as he spoke. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said, his British accent still apparent. “The lab called for Wyatt, something about your experiment being ready.”
“Thank you, Vernon. My sweet, I have to go. Would you like to watch today’s session?”
“I suppose so, for a bit, but I must make my afternoon rounds. Vern, I’ll have my radio with me, but I’ll leave the phones to you. After the lab, I’ll check in at the construction office and the landscape office. Can you handle the house crew today?”
“Of course, ma’am. You can always rely on me.”
“I know I can, and I do value you, Vernon, in many ways.” She pinched the older man’s cheek lightly as she passed by and halted when he called her name.
“Ms. Abbott.” He cleared his throat and walked toward her, placing the tray on the edge of the table. He moved behind her and straightened the hem of her skirt. “Now, you’re perfect.”
“Never perfect, Vern, but thankful you’re here to keep me together.” Reaching for Wyatt’s arm, she added, “We’ll see you tonight for the evening meal. Call if you need anything.”
“No worries, ma’am, all is under control here today.”
She left with the knowledge that Vernon would handle anything that came his way. Both his mother and father had worked for her family, and he’d been born into his position. While he was ten years older than her, he was never condescending and took his job seriously. He also knew most of her secrets, which allowed them a special bond they didn’t announce to the world. If she needed anything, Lila knew Vern would help her.
They’d formed an odd friendship when she was young, she the entitled sick child and he the help. But she’d never treated him as a servant, and he never treated her as sickly. If anything, he’d goaded her into becoming the woman she was today. Nobody, not even Wyatt, knew of their younger secrets, and nobody would hear