Free This Love's Not for Sale by Ella Dominguez Page A

for his phone and touched the screen. “I received a text message about something important. I have to leave,” he said clipped. Feeling like a complete asshole, he just wanted to get the fuck away from Lilliana. 
    Confusion settled on Lilliana’s face . “I didn’t even hear it buzz.”
    “I have it on vibrate,” Tucker lied again.
    “Okay,” she answered sadly, opening the vehicle door, obviously disappointed.
    “No, wait. Fuck work. Let’s do lunch.”
    Tucker couldn’t make up his mind. He wanted Lilliana’s acreage so badly he pushed his guilt to the very back of his subconscious and pressed forward with his plan.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes, let’s do this,” he said decisively, speaking more about his plan than about lunch.
    A t the restaurant, Lilliana was proving to be a hard nut to crack. Tucker kept trying to engage her in conversation by asking personal questions, but she kept redirecting the questions back to him. Lilliana was delectable in her Mediterranean blue scrubs with a floral print top, and Tucker was itching to get her out of them. Why couldn’t she just be easy, peasy, nice and sleazy like all the rest of his flings? And why the fuck did she have to be so damned adorable? 
    “What are you t hinking about?” Lilliana face brimmed with curiosity.
    Tucker decided to be honest for a change. “Getting you out of those scrubs and burying m y cock deep inside you for hours,” he responded frankly.
    Lilliana’s eyes got big and she coughed on a mouthful of water. Once she got her voice back, she reprimanded him. “ You just proved that romance is truly dead. I don’t know if you’re aware, but you can be honest without being blunt.”
    Tucker moved his shoulders in a shrug of indifference. “Where’s the fun in that? Anyway, romance isn’t dead, it’s just overrated. There’s something to be said about being filthy and talking dirty. You should try it sometime. It’s quite liberating,” Tucker quirked an eyebrow at her.
    Lilliana leaned toward Tucker, exhaling with disapproval. “And you kiss your mother with that dirty talking mouth?”
    A faint satisfied smile flashed across Tucker’s mouth. “Occasionally. Try it, Lilly. Say: I like being fucked hard, Tucker. Say it.”
    Lilliana shook her head no but the smile on her face gave away her liking to Tucker’s orneriness.
    “I never figured you for a prude, Lilliana Norris.”
    Lilliana looked offended. “I am not a prude!” she whisper yelled, sitting forward on the edge of her seat.
    Amused with Lilliana’s reaction, Tucker continued to tease her . “Then say it. Better yet, say: Fuck me in the ass, Tucker. I like it when you go deep.”
    Tucker was bound and determined to embarrass Lilliana and get a rise out of her , knowing full well she wouldn’t give in.
    Lilliana narrowed he r eyes and Tucker’s laughter had a sharp edge. “I fucking knew it. P-R-U-D-E,” he stressed.
    Lilliana smiled sweetly in return, leaned back in her seat comfortably and licked her lips. Tucker was confused by Lilliana’s reaction and suddenly worried about what he may have provoked the fiery brunette to do.
    Closing her eyes, Lilliana sighed softly and moaned out, “Oh, Tucker… fuck me in the ass. Give it to me deep. Don’t make me wait until later you dick-tease.”
    Tucker’s eyes enlarged and it was his turn to cough on his beverage. He scanned the room to see several pairs of bulged eyeballs staring at him and Lilliana.
    “Take me now, Tucker!” she continued, groaning louder.
    Tucker reached over the table and gripped her hand.
    “Okay, okay!” he howled, laughter bubbling out of him.
    Lilliana immediately opened her eyes and sipped on her water, not showing an ounce of humiliation.
    Tucker continued to laugh while he held his stomach.
    “I didn’t say you had to go on about it,” he told her when he finally caught his breath.
    “I thought I’d improvise a little. You’re right, it is liberating. Shall I have