Page 89 of The Playboy Project


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I rolled my eyes at the suggestive way he stared.

“I remember you have a thing for my shower. Right?”

“That was before I knew it was your shower.”

“Pitiful excuse.”

I pushed him into the bathroom. “Just stop talking and get naked.”

“Your wish is my command.”

The banter and teasing was welcomed, but it paled in the face of the actual shower. Liam transformed easily from the sinful, dirty-talking man who had fucked me in the elevator into a sweet, careful partner who swept my body clean, leaving a trail of sweet-smelling soap bubbles. He pressed warm kisses against my body when I returned the favor. When we fell into the pillowy luxury of his bed, his skin against my back, his arms around my waist, it felt as natural as breathing.

I swished my braid out of his face, smiling as he snuggled closer. I could tell he was close to sleep, his breathing slow and rhythmic.

“Hey, Liam.” I ran my fingers down his, loving the way they held me.

“Yes, Ashlyn?”

I snuggled down deeper, a stupid smile on my lips. “You should get a mirror in here.”

His rumbling laugh against my back was the last thing I remembered before I slipped into sleep.

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