Page 70 of The Playboy Project


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“Because I’ve been thinking about this—” he pressed a velvety soft kiss against my lips “—since that first day I met you in my office.”

“Mr. Macklen, that is entirely inappropriate,” I scolded, shivering as I felt his hands move farther down my body.

Liam didn’t answer, his mouth laving lower, lower, until my hands finally grabbed ahold of his thick hair and held him to my breast, begging without words for him to focus there. He accepted my encouragement with relish, the smooth heat of his tongue making my hips jerk and grind against his heat.

“Liam.” I couldn’t stop the words. They kept tumbling from my lips with every move those devilish hips made. He released my breast, only to lean forward, his fingers sliding between my thighs where I needed him most. “Oh, please, Liam. Please.”

Wordlessly, Liam’s fingers teased, spreading my arousal as I keened and rocked against him. When he finally thrust two fingers inside me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The orgasm came rushing over me like a wave, knocking the wind from my lungs and all thoughts from my mind. When I finally began the descent down, I opened my eyes to see Liam staring up at me, his trademark smirk firmly in place.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. And I felt like it. The glow from his attention filled me with a kind of contentment I’d only dreamed of.

“I want more.” My body trembled against him, the aftershocks reminding me that I was still missing out. “I want you. Now.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. Please, Liam, I need you.” I hitched a leg back, freeing his body up so that I could slide his zipper the rest of the way down. Glancing up, I grinned at him and began to slide his trousers down his legs. They came easily, and when I got to his feet, he arched up to tear off his socks, throwing them eagerly in the pile of clothes we’d started.

I shook my head as he reached for me again, instead letting my fingers skim across the heavy muscle of his thighs. When the flesh there leaped, I finally dared to look up, to see Liam’s cock where it bobbed, hot and hard, against his stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“Whatever I want,” I answered, laughter in my words. My nails scratched lightly over his hip flexors, and his entire body leapt against mine making a heavy thrum of desire start again between my legs. I pressed a kiss there, just beside the part of him that begged for my attention so sweetly.

“Ashlyn,” his voice dragged out. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

“This is only the beginning,” I murmured against the saltiness of his skin. I let my tongue slip out and brush just barely over the tip of his cock.

Liam arched, his hands fisted in the bedding below him.

Ignoring the line of curses that were falling from his lips, I licked him again, this time with my hand tight around the base of him. Tangy, salty, his taste exploded across my tongue. And I wanted more. I closed my lips around the head of his cock, humming my pleasure as Liam continued to writhe on the bed below me.

“Enough,” Liam growled. “I can’t handle any more.”

I let Liam tangle his hands in my hair, dragging me up his body so that he could kiss me. His lips were frantic and demanding as we met in a clash of tongues and teeth.

“I need you,” I whined against his mouth. His fingers were nearly bruising on my hips as he ground up against my body, his cock slipping over my wetness.

“Hold on one second…” His voice was ragged as it brushed over my body.

I pulled back to stare at him, my skin pulsing with the need that flowed over my body. I moaned as he petted my back and sides with one hand as the other ripped at the foil package and then sheathed his cock quickly.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Liam settled me over his length, both of our breaths filling the air with the sound of our panting. I felt him then, the smooth, burning heat of him, pressed exactly where I needed him most. I gasped at the sensation as the head of his cock slipped inside my body. I bit my lip, catching a glimpse of the incredible sight of Liam underneath me, his body arched and the veins in his neck bulging as he dug his fingers into my hips.

Inch by inch, I let gravity take control, my hips undulating as I managed more and more of him. He was scorching hot and thick, making my entire body quiver with barely suppressed need. And when I finally found myself pressed against his groin, our bodies flush, I couldn’t stop the ragged moan that slipped from my lips.

“You feel incredible.” His voice was tense, ragged.

“Likewise,” I whispered.

Letting my palms fall to his chest, I arched my back, pulling away from his skin just slightly then dropping back down. Both of us moaned at the movement, and suddenly his hands were like a vise against my sides, helping to lift me and guide me up and down his body.

The sounds our bodies made, the sounds I made, should’ve sent a stream of embarrassment through me, but instead all I felt was pleasure. Thick, heavy pleasure that whirled about my groin and belly as Liam filled me over and over again.

I had long since given up being in charge. I might’ve been on top, but Liam was in complete control, my body arched and begging as I bounced over him.

It seemed like only moments, but my body’s sweat-slicked, quaking muscles told me it must’ve been much longer when I started begging. I wanted to come. Ineededto come. And even more so, I wanted to feel his body explode against mine. Even now, my thighs tightened against his sides as we hurtled toward the finale.

“Fuck, baby, you have to come for me. I want to feel you squeeze me in that tight little body. Come again for me.” Liam’s voice was tortured, grating, as his hands reached up to tug playfully at my nipples.

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