Only Tomorrow (Part 2)

By Erica Storm

When Anthony Perreta makes love to Lilly, he says, “this will happen only once, only today, not tomorrow, and it can never happen again,” but he didn’t realize that Lilly would get under his skin, and he would be completely captivated, leaving him wanting many tomorrows with her. His hungry desire for Lilly is strong and he needs her in the worst way when she tests him with other men.

Lilly Miller knew that Anthony wouldn’t be able to keep to his bargain of one day because when they made love, she felt the warmth of his kisses, the need of his body filling her, and she knew it would be for more than one day. But Lilly has no plans on sitting around while Anthony decides on whether he would take her away from her controlling cold husband. Lilly has many surprises for Anthony, and if he isn’t on his game, he could lose out on the best sex, and the love of his life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Aug 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310087554

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

Chapter 1: Anthony

After the phone rang, Lilly and I knew it had to be Randall. To be sure, I checked my calls and it was him. Then I get a text from him asking whether everything is going Okay. It appears he flew home early from the airport and was looking for Lilly. When Lilly realized that Randall was calling for her after we had sex, she curled up in the bed and fell asleep.

I think that was a coping mechanism. She wasn’t as strong as she pretended, but I would be there for her no matter what happens.

She said before I showered, I just don’t want to go home now. I want to stay here with you and you can’t make me, and she closed her eyes grabbing a pillow and hugging it, falling sound asleep.

I looked at her sleeping and thought about how innocent she looked. The way she threw the F bomb around, you could tell she wasn’t used to the word, but she was getting good at it if she kept it up. She just made me laugh. Maybe she thought it made her look more grown up. 

I got out of bed, showered, and slipped on a pair of jeans and then made her a sandwich, opened a Heineken, put it on a tray and shook her hoping she would wake. She turned facing me naked, her skin soft mahogany, glistening and smooth like a babies with no blemishes. She looks beautiful sleeping. I don’t want to disturb her but I have to.

For once I was getting used to the idea that I wanted a woman to stay with me over night. That was foreign to me. Me, Anthony Peretta would rush a woman out after taking her sexually every way possible, all night, without caring about her feelings. Where were these emotions coming from for Lilly? I had to ask myself. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling that strongly about a woman.

Lilly get up. It’s time to go home, I said pushing her gently on the arm.

She turns over and says, I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you. I place the tray on the night stand near the bed. I pull her to me and I don’t want her to leave but my common sense takes hold of me, and I know I have to take her home whether she wants me to or not.

Your husband is looking for you, I say holding her as she lay on my chest. She’s raking