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His eyes were warm on me. Slowly, Liam stood, crossing the room in two easy strides. “And I can do whatever I’d like.”
I nodded.
“With whomever I like.” When had he gotten so freaking close? He was in a button-down now, the collar undone and drawing my eyes to where his honey tanned skin contrasted to the brilliant white of the shirt.
“Yes. Of course,” I responded, my voice oddly breathless.
The smile that lit up his face was deep and stole what little breath I had left in my body. His hand slipped down until it captured mine, his fingers twining around mine as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
I wetted my lips.
“Ready to go?” he asked softly.
I nodded again, letting him tug me out of my apartment and down the narrow stairway. I wasn't sure when I had lost control over this situation, but for a moment, it felt more than a little good to just laugh into the fall air as he ushered us both out into the midday sun.
Somewhere deep in my mind, those alarms kept going off. But they were getting easier and easier to ignore over the pounding in my heart.
***
Liam
“Last one, I promise,” Ashlyn said for at least the third time today. We had made our way to a little park down the street from her apartment to snag some pictures and practice looking like a normal couple.
She was dressed in a soft-looking black tank and leggings with a denim jacket over her pale shoulders. Her blonde hair was braided down the back of her neck, and I was more than a little tempted to tug on the end of it as we walked. It swayed gently at her neck, distracting me from whatever marketing jargon she was chattering about now.
I was here to do whatever she needed me to.
And try to keep my hands to myself as much as possible. Because the more I touched Ashlyn Grove, the more I found myself wanting to do it again.
Ashlyn had stopped talking, and her face told me I must’ve missed something. Her fingers were jabbing at a bench in front of us. Assumptions were made, and I plopped onto the bench, spreading my knees as she looked around us.
“How do you want me?” I asked, absolutely loving the pink flush that took over her cheeks every time I said anything remotely sexual. She was too fun.
“Just like that,” she said softly, moving in close. Her hands went to my knees, and suddenly my mind and cock were thrown for an incredible loop as she tucked her ass right into my lap.
“Ashlyn,” I groaned, shifting my hips to settle her in place. “What are you doing?”
“It’s for the picture. And come on, people do this all the time to you when you’re out. Don’t forget that I’ve seen your profiles.”
I gritted my teeth as the softness of her body settled again and again. It was true. But those women were strangers. This was Ashlyn. I had enough of a hard time staying away from her with my desk between us, but like this, the seam of her leggings riding up the zipper of my jeans I couldn't be expected to not enjoy that, the feeling of her against me.
“Can you please get comfortable? This is…a lot of friction.” My voice was rough, and she half turned, making the friction between us even worse.
Her blue eyes were so close to mine, so bright and wide as they scanned my face. Her cheeks were still flushed. “Oh my gosh. Am I hurting you?”
I glared at her. A bright blush spread across her chest as realization took hold. “Oh gosh. Sorry, Liam, I’ll make it fast.”
Funny, that’s what I was thinking too, continuing to grit my teeth against the feel of her body settling over mine.
Quickly, she leaned back against my chest, sending even more blood straight south, and held her phone slightly above us. She wobbled on my lap, and my hands automatically fell low, steadying her hips over my own. My fingers slipped under her top to feel the hot satin of her skin there.
“Smile like you like me,” she whispered.
I hated smiling for photos. Even for her. Instead, I gave into my baser instincts and tucked my nose into the soft blonde braid and inhaled the sweetness that was uniquely her. “That’s not hard to do.”
I could feel her body shiver, even as the phone dropped slowly. She’d gotten her picture. I should have let her go, but I didn’t. Pretending to not notice that she was done.
“Liam…” Her voice was raspy.
