An excerpt for adults only: He was slipping off his suspenders that evening when Lily walked in wearing a tiny, clinging little dress that barely covered a thing. The only thing that kept her in anything approaching decency was the froth of lace that adorned the bottom, and even that was tantalizingly see-through. Patrick couldn’t look away. His suspenders hung still in his hands, forgotten. “Where did you get that, my girl?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she said airily, “no, I really bet you would- so you can buy me another after you tear this one off me.” Lily did a little twirl that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and Patrick felt his mouth go dry. He dropped his suspenders, and they fell down around his knees, ignored. It felt like a blur as he kissed her hungrily, his hands knotted in that teasing dress as she plundered his mouth in turn. Lily had a passion for kissing, and she had it down to a filthy, obscene art. She knew exactly what to do with her lips, her teeth, her teasing tongue to leave Patrick hopelessly aroused.
