"The shirt, too," he demanded as I stood waiting for him to step closer.

“So demanding,” I murmured cheekily.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and pulled the ULA shirt over my head.

Without its protection I was at the mercy of his gaze. I glanced down at my matching light pink bra. I could see my breasts 691/890

through the thin material, and when I glanced up, Liam raised the edge of his mouth in a devilish smirk.

He looked like a fantasy come to life. His toned legs straining against his navy slacks.

His strong forearms peeking out from his crisp white button down. Everything was perfectly in control. I wanted to make him drop the act. I wanted to make him groan my name and forget that he was the one in the position of power.

I reached behind me and fingered my bra clasp until the dainty material gave.

When a cool whoosh of air caressed my breasts I knew there was no going back. I let the silky straps glide down my arms, and then I let the bra fall on top of my shirt at my feet.

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"You're so goddamned sexy," he groaned with a husky voice.

I bit the edge of my mouth and soaked in his compliment as my fingers found the hem of my underwear.

"No. Come here," he ordered, standing up from the couch.

I paused and walked toward him, nervous of how I would react when he finally touched me.

"Lay back on the couch with your legs hanging off," he instructed. I did as he said.

My brown hair fanned out around my face and a few of the silky strands cascaded down my neck and over my breasts.

He came to stand over me. His hands ran down my body, brushing my hair aside and cupping my breasts. He stole the air in 693/890

the room as his fingers toyed with my nipples. I arched my head back and whimpered as he traced the outline of my breasts and then bent to mark the same path with his tongue. His mouth clamped over each nipple and I could feel dampness pool-ing in my silky underwear. I hated that he was still fully clothed. I felt like I was at his mercy. So I reached up and cupped him through his designer trousers. He was thick and hard against my small palm. I traced the outline of his length and licked my lips when I heard his shallow hiss in response to my touch.

He backed up, disconnecting my hand, so that he could unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. His sensuous muscles made him look aggressive, rugged, and untamable. His 694/890

tattoos drew over the sharp contours and I wanted to reach my hand out and trace each black line.

His hands reached down to unbuckle his belt and I watched with rapt attention as he pulled the black leather out of the loops. His wicked grin told me he knew what I was thinking. I could feel my cheeks flush with color as he unbuttoned his trousers, but he didn't unzip them yet. He came to stand between my legs.

He was already taller than me, but when I was lying down, our proportions were thrown off even more. I felt small and helpless, especially when he reached down and peeled my panties down my legs.

I lifted my hips so that he could drag them lower and I knew he could see all of me 695/890

from that angle. His gaze focused between my legs and he practically licked his lips as he bent down to have a quick taste. I wasn't prepared for his tongue and I bucked my hips as his lips hit my bundle of nerves. It was too much too soon, and I gently twisted my hips, trying to dull the intense sensation.

He wasn't having it. His strong arms pressed my thighs apart on the couch so that I was completely bared to him. He stared up at me as his tongue stroked up and down, working me into a frenzy of passion and lust.

I couldn't wait any longer. I dragged my toes up his trousers. He was rock hard and I wanted to know what he'd feel like deep inside me. I wanted to wrap myself around him and scream his name.

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"Greedy little thing," he accused with a dark smirk. He swatted my foot away and took one more taste before standing back to his full height. He reached into his back pocket, retrieved a condom, and then finally pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the ground. I'd seen him before, but this angle magnified every single inch of his smooth skin. He expertly rolled on the condom and then he wrapped his strong hands around my thighs.

I squealed as he tugged my body to the end of the couch so that my ass was right on the edge. He separated my legs and bent his knees until he was positioned perfectly.

"Do you want this, baby?" he asked with a sharp tone.

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I nodded instantly. It wasn't a question I had to consider. "Yes," I said, begging him to sink into me.

His stomach muscles clenched in tandem as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I tried to take in everything at once. His bul-ging arms, his strong thighs, his divine lips, and his dark eyes that were focused directly on what was going on between us.

When he slid into me I moaned his name, and he didn't stop until he was pressed in to the hilt.

"Fuck," he growled, dragging the word out so that it rolled down my spine and made my toes curl.

Once he was in me, there was no going back. Liam wasn't a slow and steady type of guy. He was a world-class athlete whose 698/890

body was made for professional level sporting events. I was learning in that moment that it was also made for professional-level fucking. He slid in and out of me, standing up and leveraging himself into me. The angle gave him so much control and I couldn't temper the soft cries that fell out of my mouth every time he pulled out and sank back into me.

He reached down and grabbed my arms.

"Flip over, baby," he commanded. He lifted my body and spun me around so that I was on my hands and knees on the soft leather.

He immediately sank back into me as if he couldn't handle the few seconds of transition. His hands gripped the edge of my hips hard as he pounded into me again and again.

I was losing my mind with each thrust and I 699/890

was helpless to try and cling onto my sanity.

He stroked me to the rhythm of his hips. I came hard, pressing back onto him.

"Oh, god, that felt so fucking good. I could feel you clenched so tight around me,"

he murmured, readjusting us again so that he was lying down on his back and I was sitting on top of him. It felt deliciously sexy to ride him like that. I liked being on top, commanding his pleasure like he'd just commanded mine.

I gripped his knees and pulled myself off of him slowly before letting my weight push me back down. I felt him shudder every time I did it, and his dark, husky groans fueled me forward.

"That's it. Push yourself down onto me.

Ride me, baby," he ordered.

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I did just as he said, slowing our pace to a maddening rate. His hands were gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks. He let me move up and down a few more times, but then I knew I'd pushed him too far. He gripped my hips and took the power back as he started pounding into me from below. I was forced to take it as he yanked my hair so that my back arched.

"Yes, right there," I told him as I felt him stroke the spot that threatened to make me scream. I felt wild and hot. Our heavy breathing intermingled. Our skin was slapping together in a symphony of delicious sound.

"Liiaammm..." I dragged as he continued to push into me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. His fingers circled once. Twice.

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And then I was coming again, harder and longer than the first time. He kept pounding into me, chasing my orgasm with his own.

Just as my pleasure was starting to wane, I felt him come, hot and hard inside of me. I knew that if he wasn't wearing a condom he would have coated me from the inside out.