“Fuck baby,” he groans.
“You feel so good. Your big dick is heaven. Fuck me deep and make me your dirty girl,please, Liam don’t stop.”
He growls and goes faster, grabbing my hair in a fist. “When did you get such a dirty mouth?”
“When you shoved your dick between my lips.”
“Oh fuck,” he whispers. “Baby, I’m going to come. You fucking dirty girl with your bratty filthy fucking mouth?—“
“Keep going!”
I arch, pushing back, as the world tilts?—
And I shatter all over his cock.
He moans and his warmth floods me. I come and come, and his ropes fill me to the brim, and we’re a tangle of body and blood and cum, everything good, everything real. He slams his mouth to mine when he’s done, kissing me hard. I grab his dick, rubbing my hands around his tip, and pull back, hips pressed out, breasts pooling, and lick my hands clean.
“I’ve never seen anything more perfect before in my life,” he whispers, voice thick with reverence.
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
“Not at all, love.”
“Good.” I kiss him, pulling him to me. “Does this mean you’ll stay to have breakfast?”
He lifts my chin to him and kisses me. “I’m going to do anything you want, love.”
“Good.” I lean my face to his chest and breathe him in. “That’s good. All mine.”
I feel perfect. A steady, heavy calm lowers around my shoulders. This is my safe place. Right here in his arms.
It lasts until his phone rings and rings, goes to voicemail, and starts ringing again.
With a frustrated curse, he storms over and answers. “What the fuck—“ Silence. His brow furrows. “Yeah? Right now? Alright, see you soon.”
Disappointment bubbles in my stomach. “Who was that?”
“Finn.” He tosses the phone to the couch. “I’m sorry. Can we have breakfast later?”
“It won’t be breakfast by the time you come home.”
“Probably not. Lunch then.”
I chew my lip. Is this how it’ll always be? Second place to his work?
“Lunch will be good.”
He hurries into our bedroom. The shower starts. I grab a robe and wrap myself.
By the time I’m spooning yogurt into a bowl, he’s already gone.
And he never answered any of my questions.
CHAPTER 24
LIAM
The crowd makes me restless. It’s after midnight at a quiet dive in a neighborhood I usually avoid. I keep my head down, shoulders hunched, in muted clothes that won’t grab attention, avoiding my usual suit and decent shoes. Instead, today I look like a construction worker, in jeans, a camo hoodie, and filthy boots, my beard untrimmed over the last few days, my hair shaggy and left purposefully messy.
