Violet huffs. “I need a damn drink.”

“I need to bleach my brain.”

“I’ll see you down at the dock.” Violet grumbles to herself about therapy and yetis as she disappears downstairs.

I can feel the flush in my cheeks as I hurry down the hall away from Miller and Sunny’s room. I’d prefer not to hear Sunny’s moans of pleasure if I can avoid it. I fully expect Randy to be down at the dock already, having given up on getting into the Vagina Emporium, so I’m surprised to find him lying on the bed when I enter our room.

He’s wearing his swim shorts, but they’re undone and his cock is peeking out of the waistband. He’s hard. There’s a notecard sitting on his chest. This should be interesting.

I close the door and lock it, then tiptoe over to the bed. He could be asleep. It’s not unusual for him to be sporting wood and unconscious. I lean in and whisper, “Raaaandy,” close to his ear. I get nothing. Not even a flinch.

I pluck the note from his chest and giggle at the block letters written across the top in Randy’s rushed scrawl. It reads:

RIP

Randall Ballistic

COD: lack of access to Lily’s Vagina Emporium

To revive me, you can try the following (remember to start with step one):

1. Sit on my face

2. Kiss moody dick (full-mouth hugs are always welcome)

3. If steps one and two fail, give moody dick an all-access pass to the Vagina Emporium

I toss the card on his chest with a snort and take a step toward the bathroom.

Randy latches onto my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I stumble and drop down on the bed. His eyes are still closed. “I thought you were resting in peace.”

I get no response this time, just a tiny tic in his left cheek. He releases my wrist and goes back to playing dead. I have no idea what to expect. I assume using the bathroom to freshen up is out of the question, though. I also don’t think we’ll be making it to the dock prior to him getting inside me.

I take off my dress and panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Climbing up onto the mattress, I kneel beside him. I take a few moments to appreciate how beautiful he is. I don’t know how I managed to make this man mine, but I love him in an intensely consuming way. I run my hand down his chest. When I get to his navel, he stops my hand.

He cracks a lid. “Step one.” He closes his eye again and releases my hand.

“You know, you’re pretty demanding for someone who’s supposed to be dead.”

His mouth twitches, but he remains still otherwise. He’s in a funny mood today. I’m interested to see how the rest of the weekend plays out. I circle the head of his cock with a fingertip, then bend down to give it a quick kiss before I move into position on his chest.

I run my fingers through his hair and trace the arch of his eyebrows, admiring him for a few seconds because I don’t always have the chance. As I’ve mentioned, Randy doesn’t usually like to wait for what he wants. This notecard approach is something new. I lean forward and kiss the end of his nose. He tilts his head back. I can see a hint of his honey eyes through the slit in his lids.

He cups the back of my head, and his tongue darts out to lick my mouth. “Wrong set of lips, luscious.”

“You’re impatient today, aren’t you?”

“You would be too if you had to wait all damn day to get inside your girlfriend.”

“All damn day? You’ve finger-fucked me, tongue-fucked me, and pussy-fucked me all in the last five hours.”

“All of that was too rushed to count. Now get your ass up here and get on my face.”

I shriek when he slaps my behind. Losing my balance, I topple forward, allowing Randy to move me into position. He shifts me so my knees are on either side of his head. Running his hands up my legs, he grabs my ass and pulls me down over his mouth.

“Oh, God,” I groan as he licks from my entrance to my clit, then drops his head back on the bed. His smile tells me he thinks he’s won whatever game he’s playing.

He kisses the inside of my thigh. “How many times you think I can make you come like this, eh, luscious?”

“Hmm.” I tap my lip thoughtfully. “Maybe once or twice?”

Randy makes a disbelieving sound. “I’m gonna say at least four.”

“Pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?”

He bites the juncture of my thigh, his beard rubbing sensitive skin. “Pretty soon you’re gonna be begging to be full of me.”

“Oh, you think so, do you?”

“I know so.” He’s so cocky.

He lifts his head like he’s going for my clit. Before he can latch on and start sucking, I plant a palm on his forehead and pin his head to the mattress.

“You don’t want me to eat you?”

I sure as hell do. Randy usually leads in the bedroom. I don’t have an issue with that. After seven years with an apathetic lover, it’s amazing to have someone who wants to make me feel good all the time. It’s Randy’s personal life mission to outdo every orgasm with an even better one the next time. But sometimes I like to change it up, like now.

I want to capitalize on his current playfulness since this week has been tense. I sweep my fingertips over his lips. When he tries to nip them, I snatch them away, bringing them to my own mouth. I still have a hand on his forehead. He’s more than capable of removing it and taking what he wants, but I think he’s as intrigued to see what I’m going to do as I am.

I bite my knuckle then suck on my finger, swirling my tongue around the tip, like I would if it were his cock. The hand on the back of my thigh tightens as I drag my finger down my chin and over my throat. I veer left and circle my nipple on the descent, rolling it between my fingers.

“Lily.” It sounds like a warning.

“Randy.” It’s almost a moan.

He starts to lift his head.

“Not yet, baby,” I murmur.

“Not yet? What the fuck do you want me to wait for?”

I grin as I circle my navel and dip lower. I sigh as I skim my clit. I’m hovering about six inches above Randy’s face. I know I’m driving him insane. His hot stare is fixed on where I’m touching myself as I slide a single finger inside. I ease out and circle my clit, repeating the circuit a few more times.