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“Nothing to do with what you’re wearing,” he rasps, marching us down the hall to a room past the gym, which is an area I never wander to. Once we’re inside, he locks the door behind us and steadies me on my feet.
“I forgot you guys had a sauna,” I say, taking in the vast spa-like room—rich bamboo on the ceiling and floor; marble walls, veined with copper and steely blue; fiber-optic lighting.
We’re standing in a relaxation area outside the glass doors to the steam room. Inside, there are several wood-slatted benches and lounge beds, covered with cushions. It smells like the ocean—coconut and a salty breeze.
“Yeah.” He hedges there, watching me like he’s deciding something, but he must abandon whatever it is. “Ivy hasn’t used it much since the doctor thought it best to avoid it during her pregnancy.”
“That makes sense. So, you’re multitasking in the steam?” I waggle my brows.
“Yep.” He fists the hem of my shirt and peels it over my head. “First task, we need to get you out of these.” He tucks his fingers into my pants next, stooping before me and shucking them off my legs with my panties. I hold on to his shoulders and step out of them. He tosses my discarded garments onto a chair from his crouched position, pointing a demanding finger at me on the one-word command, “Bra,” as his tongue meets my inner thigh.
I unclasp my bra like the obedient, brazen minx I am as he wedges my legs open with his knees. Lapping and sucking and flicking.
“Jesus,” I hiss, raking my fingers through his hair and bracing my shoulders against the wall.
One of his hands squeezes my ass while his other teases my opening, dancing around the plunge I’m so desperate for him to take. He may be on his knees, but I’m the one at his mercy.
Zealous. Wanton.
“Goddamn, Ace,” he growls. “I’ve been craving a taste of this sweet pussy. That was your last reprieve. This cunt is mine.”
“Yours,” I concede as he pumps me full with two fingers, his tongue lashing and whirling my clit in decadent, ravenous loops while he moans his own satisfaction. Standing here, naked, legs spread, whimpering through this ecstasy, while he holds all the power is new for me. “I’ve never … not this … until you,” I pant.
I’m not sure why I’m sharing that. Except I want him to know what an extreme act of trust this is for me. I’m certainly no virgin, but I’ve never allowed myself to be in the weaker position. No one has ever been so hungry to savor me though.
His eyes float up to mine, brimming with understanding and vulnerability. With his fingers still romping inside me, his tongue pausing its languid circling, he issues another order. “Come for me, baby girl.” Lick. “Come all over my face.” Swirl. “I’ve got you.” Pump and lap. “I’ve always got you.”
It’s his words—his promise—that render my undoing as much as his touch.
“Fuck, Liam.”
And as the room fades and spots like a starry night, my spine tingles, my knees buckle, and my body is rendered utterly boneless. Orgasms should not be a standing sport.
“That’s my girl,” he soothes, dragging me down to his lap. “So beautiful.” His fingers never cease their dance as I quiver, falling to a jelly-limbed mess in his embrace.
“Holy shit,” I croon. “Not sure what we’re multitasking, but you owned it like a boss.”
He smiles against my temple, planting kisses in my hair. “That wasn’t the multitasking. That was the pre-meeting welcome snack.”
It takes me a hot minute to get my wits about me, but once I do, I’m left confused. “You really have a meeting?”
“Sure do. In about ten minutes.”
“Okay.” My eyebrows knit together, the bafflement growing. “Are you stowing me inside the sauna while you take your meeting?”
His laugh bounces off the walls, swaddling me in enticement for whatever he has in store. My heart rate relinquishes the tranquility obtained from my release and ratchets higher in search of more.
He stands up with me, his own attire melting to the floor. The man can undress at record speeds. “I’ll be joining you. That’s the multitasking. The question is, would you prefer to be a good girl and stay quiet during my call, or should I bind and gag you?”
That, combined with his tanned and chiseled godlike form, does nothing to temper my spiking pulse. But it does everything to pique my interest. “How long will the call be?”
“I intend to make it quick,” he says, stroking his irate cock.
The head is downright enraged, neglected for far too long, leaking precum and oh-so eager. I bend down and lick it up, craving his salty taste.
Liam palms my head with a grunt. “Christ. None of that, Ace, or I’ll miss my meeting.” Stepping away, he opens the glass doors and ushers me inside. “So, what’s it gonna be? Am I fucking a bound-and-gagged brat during this call or my quiet good girl?”
The thick, muggy air envelops me immediately, along with the yearning to finally give him everything today.
