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We head downstairs, stopping when we’re alone in a dim lit hallway. I spin around and look at him hard, waiting to hear whatever bullshit he’s going to try and throw at me. Instead of immediately starting into his explanation, Liam surprises me.
“I’m sorry, Harlow.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry for what happened. I should’ve known talking to her would be nothing but trouble. I didn’t even expect to see her here tonight.”
“Who is she?” I demand. From the sound of it, she's not his date. But this could also be some kind of trick to get me off his back. She could've come with him, and he's trying to save face by talking me down and feeding me lies.
“She's my ex-girlfriend. We dated for a long time, but I broke things off and tried to move on. She's here because we have friends in the same circle, but aside from that, we don't have any connections. I had no idea she'd show up, especially since she writes for Hourglass.”
I wrinkle my nose. Kristen and I have both had bad experiences with that publishing house. “If she writes for Hourglass, then she's stupid to come here.” I hate how petulant I sound, but I can't help it. I'm mad at him, and I'm mad at her, and I'm mad at myself.
“She's not stupid; she's just manipulative. She knew I'd be here, which is why she bothered coming at all. Her excuse that she knows people here is just a cover.”
“So, your ex just shows up at the party to win you back or something?” I narrow my eyes at him. This stuff happens on TV, not in real life. Next, he’d tell me she thought she’d been kissing his long-lost twin who’d been separated at birth.
“I don't know why she came, Harlow, but I know she's drunk, and she came onto me. I wouldn't do anything that could fuck this up for us, especially not at an event like this.”
I try to find any hint of deception in his tone, but Liam seems genuine. It frustrates me more because even though I believe that he's innocent, I still can't help the sting of jealousy that came over me the moment I saw the two of them together. I don't consider myself a jealous person, but seeing how she touched him, how she draped herself over him, I felt myself grow hot and instantly filled with irritation.
“Harlow,” he says, stepping closer and invading my space. I instinctively back against the wall, turning my head and looking down the empty hall. “Harlow, I promise you. I don’t give a fuck about Destiny or anyone else at this party but you. You’re the reason I came all the way out here.”
“I better be,” I say, watching in my peripheral vision as he steps closer again. With his next step, his chest is against mine, and his hand is pressed flat to the wall behind me.
“Is that jealousy I detect?” he asks, quirking up an eyebrow.
“No.” My voice betrays me, and he chuckles deeply. He grips my chin gently and turns my head so that I'm facing him instead of the hallway. Leaning down, he brushes his nose against mine before slowly stealing a kiss.
At first, I stand still, determined not to give into him. But when he tilts my chin and deepens the kiss, I give in, my resolve crumbling, and my stomach fluttering. I've fantasized about this moment for weeks now, but it's even better in person. He tastes of mint and booze, and I groan against his tongue when he begins exploring my mouth.
I grab hold of the sides of his open suit jacket and pull him forward, unable to hold back from my desires. The closeness is too much for me to deny. I have to submerge myself in him completely and let these feelings take me over.
“Fuck,” he growls, deep in his throat. He kisses his way down my neck and over my exposed shoulders, nipping occasionally. “Tell me you want this,” he instructs, his breath hot over my already heated skin.
“I want you.” I pant, closing my eyes and shivering when I feel his hand creep higher up my dress. Impatient, I grab his wrist and drag his hand up higher, over the front of my panties. “I want you, Liam.”
His hand slides under the material and teases me. “Tell me how bad, Harlow. I want to hear you say it.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I admit, whimpering when his fingers press inside me. “I’ve been thinking about tonight all week. How you’d feel against me. How you’d feel inside of me. All the ways you’d take me.”
To prove my point, I let a hand fall between his legs and ghost over the front of his slacks. There?
??s a prominent bulge there, his arousal quite apparent. Liam swats away my hand and unzips his pants quickly. The dark look in his eyes tells me he doesn’t care where we are or who might walk in on us. He doesn’t care if we could get caught doing something this reckless. He wants it now, just as badly as I do.
Liam wraps his hands around my legs and lifts me so that my legs circle his hips, keeping one hand under my leg, and using the weight of his body to keep me pressed against the wall, he gives his cock a few slow strokes before dragging the head over my pussy. “This what you want, baby? Want me to bury my dick inside you? Show you how good I can make you feel?”
God, I love how he says baby. So damn hot.
“Yes,” I groan, digging my nails into the fabric on his back. “So, stop teasing me and give it to me. Or are you scared I might not like—”
Liam pushes his cock inside me before I can get the rest of my sentence out. The words get caught in my throat, and all I can do is moan. He clamps a hand over my mouth as he slides the rest of himself inside. Only when he's buried completely does he still his hips. I could melt here and now.
His movements are slow at first, long, fluid motions in and out of me. I tighten my legs around his waist, drawing him closer each time he thrusts inside. I can barely contain the noises I make as he fucks me, and when he begins to move faster, my mouth falls open, and my eyes squeeze shut.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his hand sliding down to tease my clit. “Ride my cock. Does it feel as good as you hoped?”
I open my eyes and meet his as I say, “God, yes.” I want to say more, but the tone of his voice, the way his smile is so self-assured as if he gets off on these compliments, makes me only want to sing his praise and let everyone know how good he feels.
