Lust On Lily Lake

By Anne Frye

"Please, Ellie, can I touch?" He whispered, looking up at me.
"With your tongue." I whispered back, I raised my hips and he pulled my underwear down.
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When the sexy stranger next door nearly catches Ellie touching herself on the beach, she can't stop thinking about him. She's been working so hard to renovate the lakeside cabin she inherited. A night of hot, sexy fun might be just the reward she needs for all of her hard work.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne Frye
• Release date: Dec 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215473764

Anne Frye

Anne grew up on the coast of Maine and now lives in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys exploring sex and relationships in all their different forms, from married couples to threesomes, foursomes and more, often with a little light bondage or impact play thrown in. See what she is working on now at her website or on Instagram.Anne grew up on the coast of Maine and now lives in the Pacific Northwest. She enjoys exploring sex and relationships in all their different forms, from married couples to threesomes, foursomes and more, often with a little light bondage or impact play thrown in. See what she is working on now at her website or on Instagram.

Book preview

I crammed the vacuum into the back of the car, holding it with my left hand while trying to close the hatchback at the same time. At the last second I pulled my hand out and slammed the door closed. I couldn’t get anything more into the car if my life depended on it. Hopefully, I hadn’t forgotten anything too important. I had already been forced to pull the driver’s seat all the way forward, the next two hours were going to be super uncomfortable.

I had just inherited my grandparents cabin on Lily Lake. Inherited was a strong word. No one else had wanted it, but the thought of it getting sold or torn down was unbearable. So I had stepped up and said I would do the work that needed to be done to get it usable again. And maybe, just maybe I could make a little money from it as a vacation rental.

The timing couldn’t be better, I loved my job as a graphic designer, but some days it was just unbearable sitting in front of the computer. I wanted something else. My grandparents' cabin had planted a little seed. Maybe if it worked out, I could buy other cabins, maybe I could become the Lord of Lily Lake and beyond.

But first there was a lot of work to do. The cabin had been built in the sixties and there it had stayed, in terms of decor. Brown shag carpet, awful floral wallpaper, there were even some old collector’s plates hung on the wall. I had loved my grandparents but I wasn’t so sure about their particular lake house aesthetic.

I had been working all day, a staticky old radio my only company. I was hot and