A smirk tugs at his lips. He prowls toward me. “Something is going on. Iwillfind out what.”
My heart blocks my throat, and I’m sure he must see it pulsing. I give him a smile filled with confidence that I fake like it’s my birthright.
He studies me for a beat and then continues on his way out. I remain rooted on the spot, holding my breath until I hear the elevator chime with Corm’s departure.
I let out a long breath, leaning against the wall. Jesus. I need to stop this affair. My chest heaves as I close my eyes, searching for my composure.
The madness has to end now. Now. Now.
The danger isn’t worth it.
Isn’t it?the devil on my shoulder, probably sponsored by my libido, challenges.
I reach into my purse to get my phone and feel the toy I brought. The fantasy I had planned hits me with all its salacious details.
I text Liam.
Looking around, I listen for a moment to make sure I won’t get intercepted again, and then walk to my lover’s office.
The office that should be mine.
Putting my purse down, I sit in his chair and plant my feet on the table.
And I wait, my heart now double-jumping from Corm’s encounter and from anticipation.
Corm won’t have time to investigate. And even if he entertained the idea of finding out, there would be nothing to find out.
The door springs open, and the temperature increases immediately. Fuck, the man is gorgeous.
He’s wearing a navy-blue shirt that he didn’t bother to tuck into his gray slacks. No jacket, no tie… Did he leave in a hurry?
“What’s the emergency?” Liam closes the door behind him, reacting to my cryptic text.
His hair is tousled like I pulled him out of his bed, which I probably did.
Shit. We’ve never done it in bed. I have never seenhim like this… just woken up. It’s a delicious sight. I squeeze my thighs.
I crook my finger and beckon him to me. He tilts his head and hesitates for a moment, but then he saunters over. Slow and confident, knowing well what a devastating effect he has on me.
He rounds the desk, and I see the tent in his pants. I’m not the only one affected. A smile stretches across my face.
“Did I wake you?” I lick my lips, dropping my feet to the floor.
I drag my fingernails up his thighs and draw a circle around his growing erection. His sharp intake of air stretches my smile farther.
He grips my chin and forces me to look at him. “What’s the emergency? Is it your greedy pussy, Little Thunder?”
I wet my lips with a languid swipe of my tongue. “Perhaps.” I shrug and stand up.
Liam grips the back of my neck and fuses his lips with mine. Of course, he would take over immediately.
And, of course, I enjoy it.
I surrender to his tongue, his lips, his demanding mouth for a moment.
Being kissed by this man is all-consuming. He worships me in a way that makes me feel like a queen.
Somehow, when his lips are on mine, everythingceases to exist. My family. The work. Our competition. His incomprehensible interest in Merged. My need for independence.
