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Harper was flushed, burning for Liam by the time they stepped into the elevator. The doors slid closed. As they ascended, their fingers stayed intertwined, but they didn’t otherwise touch each other. If they did, they wouldn’t be getting out of the elevator anytime soon.
It seemed like an eternity before the elevator doors swished back open, revealing a generous sitting room. It was a living space all of its own with its buttery leather lounges, big screen television and potted plants, not to mention the tinted windows with superb views.
Liam swept a hand toward the three doors set into alcoves. “Each of us brothers has our own penthouse suite.” He laughed softly. “Not that Galan or Aiden stay here often anymore. Despite their wives enjoying it here, my brothers enjoy even more having their privacy. ”
Harper imagined marriage would have seen Liam’s brothers more than willing to give up their former bachelor pads for private living arrangements. Her heart squeezed like a fist. What would it feel like to have a man like Liam want to reform and give up his playboy lifestyle?
Her breath shuddered out. Why was she even contemplating such a thing? He had his life here, which was far removed from the life she intended to have in the country. She had her own dreams, her own future that didn’t include a man like Liam, a man whose intent had been clear from the start—to have the one woman who’d gotten away.
What had he’d said? And this time we’re finishing what we started.
That he could afford the amount he’d bid on her still blew her mind. Not even Sheikh Korian had denied Liam what—who—he’d so clearly wanted.
He drew her with him past the leather lounges and toward a door on the right. But his hand holding hers was no longer enough, she needed more of him. He reached for the handle of his door set inside its niche just as she reached up and touched his nape.
He froze, then turned around as if in slow motion. No words were needed, the energy and lust throbbing between them was more than enough. Neither of them could deny what they wanted.
He put his hand behind her neck in return, then pulled her to him. Their lips met and their breaths merged, and he slid his hands up and down her back as he kissed her liked there was no tomorrow and now was all they had together.
Now was all they had, she had no illusions there would be more than his bid that had brought them together. It didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy every minute of their time together.
He unbuttoned her blouse and all but ripped it off her even as she pushed his jacket over his shoulders, then dragged the sleeves free from his arms, his shirt following soon after. He cursed as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra before tossing it aside and freeing her breasts. His eyes glowed as he stared at her. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Her heart lodged in her throat. She’d heard plenty of empty praises in the past, but Liam meant what he said. His eyes all but glowed with worship as he reverently cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples, creating a burn of need to pulse through her, his skilled touch making her realize just how experienced he was compared to her handful of past lovers.
He released her then as she tugged off her boots, then he reached for her to undo her jeans button and zipper before he dragged her denim and lacy panties all the way to her ankles. She stepped out of them as he pulled a foil from out of his pants, then thrust the fabric down along with his boxer briefs.
Her insides twisted then did a frightened little jig as she stared at his cock. Holy crap. He was definitely extra-large. She might be wet but she wasn’t that wet. She’d need lube, and lots of it.
His eyes burned into hers as he rolled the condom onto the considerable length of his cock. “I can’t wait one second longer,” he growled thickly.
She gaped. There was no way he’d fit.
He reached down, his thumb pressing on her clit before he rotated it so that her nerve endings fired into life, her gasp morphing into a moan as pleasure streaked through her and wetness soaked her thighs.
“Neither can I,” she said shakily.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He spun her around so that her spine pressed against the door. Then lifting her so that she wrapped her ankles around his hips, he said hoarsely, “Hang on tight.”
There was no time to deny him entry, no time to even consider a change of mind. He thrust his full length inside her and she gasped at the burning stretch of her inner muscles. Damn. He might be too big for her near-virginal muscles, but she no longer doubted why the Black brothers we so in demand by the ladies.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Tell me you’re all right?”
She nodded stiffly, then lied, “Of course.”
His eyes flared, and he paused for a microsecond. Then he pulled out of her most of the way before he slammed back in. She closed her eyes. Oh, fuck. He didn’t seriously expect her to enjoy sex with him when he was so well-endowed. Did he?
Every time he plunged inside her the friction lit her from the inside out, but the burn soon became a smolder and then a wildfire. Her body was no longer objecting his entry, it welcomed him. She had no idea when she’d started meeting him thrust for thrust, but suddenly she was swept away in the whirlpool of pleasure, her pleasure building faster and faster—
She threw her head back and cried out something incomprehensible, her body shuddering as an orgasm took away all thought while sensation overcome her, throwing her high and burning her up like a shooting star. Colors flashed as she soared and she was distantly aware of Liam’s low, piercing growl as he too succumbed to pleasure, his seed pulsing.
Ping.
Her eyes went wide and latched onto Liam’s.
He blinked. “Shit. The elevator’s gone back to ground level. One of my brothers must still be here.”
She blinked, but otherwise it was as if she was caught in a web and she couldn’t move. “What do we do?”
