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“Don’t be so rude,” I finished with a huff, caged in his hold and unable to push him any farther than where he was. I remembered last night, the muscle and strength this man held under his suit and tie.
I shivered again.
Seeing him dissolved from that polished boardroom executive to this clenching, gentle, growling sex god was enough to turn my legs to putty. I knew if he touched me,whenhe touched me, it would take only a moment and I’d be gone.
“Answer the question.” The command in his voice sent heat washing through me. I bit my lip.
I shook my head, eyes clamped shut as a warm chuckle broke over us.
“You’ll just let my imagination run wild, then?” He tucked himself back in against me, every inch of my body colliding with his. “Was I holding you? Maybe like this.”
I mumbled something in agreement.
His hand continued to caress my nipples, making words too hard. I nodded.
“Hmmm,” he began, his lips ghosting a kiss across my shoulder. “Was I kissing you?”
Again, I managed a nod. At this point I was proud my body could remember to breathe while being overloaded with sensation.
He pressed a scorching open-mouthed kiss against my neck. A thick silence fell, and then his voice came again. “Was I touching you? Here?”
His fingers flexed, the tips barely touching the core of me as I cried out. Bright sparks of pleasure shook my belly as I curled against him. Feeling that long perfect length of him against my back as his hands held me in perfect suspension.
This time I didn't have time to nod.
“Tell me, baby, do you want me to touch you?” his voice growled against my ear. His obvious need sent a sharp pang of desire through me, a silent answer to his question.
I gasped again as the hand covering my breast tightened.
“Fuck, Ashlyn, you feel amazing. Let me touch you. Say yes.”
My mouth opened. The crack in his voice, the frantic grinding of his hips matched my feelings completely. And I reached behind my head, expecting to slide my hands into his head, to hold on for what I was guessing would be the ride of my life. And then his phone rang, the repetitive chiming tune sounding from the bedside table.
My heart stopped. A bucket of ice couldn’t have been more efficient. Liam swore profusely, pulling his hands away to roll to his side of the bed. Grabbing his phone, he practically ripped it off the charger.
“What?” he snarled, and I barely suppressed a laugh. If I felt the incredible weight of disappointment, I couldn’t imagine what he might be feeling.
Instead of throwing the phone down like I’d pictured he would, Liam turned abruptly away.
Well now, that’s just awkward,I thought to myself. I rolled up to a seated position, watching the hottest man in San Francisco pace around his bedroom. My body still throbbing faintly, lying in wait.
“When? I can be there in forty.”
My heart sank, and instead of the buzzing warmth that had just filled me, I only felt a strange wave of confusion. Then the embarrassment set in. I’d just moaned and jumped the man who was going to make our dreams come true. He was my client.
I had basically propositioned him for sex, admitted to having kinky dreams about him, and now I was creepily watching him have a private phone call.
I waited until he had turned completely, jotting notes on a pad, before I made a dash for the door. My clutch, keys, and phone were all neatly stacked beside it. Padding into the kitchen, holding my heels, I was beginning to feel better. I could recover from this at least. And while I didn’t enjoy the version of lady blue balls I was currently experiencing, I was glad the phone call had split us up.
I barely knew this guy, and I was about to bring him into everything. He could make or break this opportunity. No more meetings in places with beds though. Apparently neither of us had any self-control. I grinned as I walked through the kitchen, when a soft alto voice called out.
I practically jumped out of my skin, the heels slipping from my fingers as I stared at the woman standing in Liam’s kitchen.
She looked me over in an instant, her face turning serious. “Who the hell are you?”
