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He pumped them through her body, rousing further sexy moans and pants. Closer. Closer. With each response, he could tell she was headed toward an edge no one had brought her in years, which was a damn shame. Regardless, Liam just hoped he’d have years to come where he might be the one who continued to make her feel like this.

Slick squelching noises filled the closet as he fingered her more and more quickly. He started to go a bit too fast for her, but she spoke up, and he immediately lowered his rhythm until he found her perfect rhythm. Avril had been right. He was pretty good at controlling his hands and fingers.

In fact, he was pretty good at controllingbothhis hands and fingers, almost always in unison. Tess became aware of that fact shortly after he’d begun fingering her at the pace and force she wanted.

At first, he’d wrapped his hand around the outside of her left thigh for their stability. In case she buckled, or in case he needed to hold himself closer to her. By now, he’d found a rhythm that freed it of its charge.

So, he sent it forward rather than bringing it back to him. With one finger, he slipped it in to play with her clit while he continued pumping two fingers from his dominant hand into her pussy.

The response was nearly immediate. A shocked but pleasured gasp lodged itself halfway in Tess’s throat, and her whole form tensed as if he’d just run an ice cube down her spine.

“I’m going to cum,” Tess whispered, and he knew this time that she was speaking to herself—he’d just happened to overhear.

It was a realization and a hope, compounded together into a throaty moan that slowly built up inside her. With every second that passed, the dial turned closer from hope to reality. Until, at last, her body could no longer hold out.

Tess shivered, but then she didn’t stop shivering. Fleeting quakes that sped up with each successive one, scattering her voice so that the softest but most arousing moan he’d ever heard eked its way out of her throat. She tightened around his fingers, convulsions raking through her like she was vibrating at her very core. Her head dropped, her entire body sagged, but then she locked herself in place and kept herself upright.

“Oh, it’s so good, Liam. Ah. Oh. Yes! Thank you!”

Voice fluttering as she praised and thanked him, Tess climaxed. It swept over her, and he was privileged enough to be both responsible for and witness to her bliss.

Already, no matter how the rest of today went, it had become the greatest day of his life.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Father

Liam wouldn’t have stopped. Even if the aches from yesterday were now compounded by the new fatigue growing in his arms from his focused ministrations, even if he couldn’t lift his arms over his head afterward, he wouldn’t have stopped even a single moment before Tess asked him to. If he’d had his way, he’d have continued stirring up her insides until she couldn’t stand. He’d have kept going after that, too.

But both a blessing and a curse made itself audible to their ears, even stowed away and wrapped in carnality in Tess’s large closet as they were. It was a blessing because it guaranteed that there’d be no time for Tess even to consider repaying him for the climax he’d just delivered upon her. It was a curse because it assured that he wouldn’t have a chance to give her a second, third, or fourth one.

The pipes hidden beneath Tess’s drywall sang the only song they were designed to sing. He and Tess froze. Five seconds, ten, twenty. The sound didn’t abate. It wasn’t just that someone—and there was only one someone who it might be—had woken up and decided to wash her face or use the restroom before staggering sleepily back to bed. No, the steady rush of water through the pipes informed them both that Anna had woken up and decided to take a morning shower.

Swearing internally, Liam slowly removed his fingers from Tess’s slick folds and pulled back from her. Tess dropped to her knees, face flushed, panting breaths slowly returning to their regular cadence. She turned toward him, but he spoke first.

“I should probably not be here when she gets out,” Liam whispered, even though there was no reason for him to whisper. As if Anna would hear their voices over the pounding deluge of warm water on her head.

“Th-that would be for the best,” Tess answered, something akin to dismay shimmering in her eyes.

“I can come back in a couple of hours?” he asked.

“Yes, of course,” Tess immediately said. “Please do.”

“Then… I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“In a little bit,” the beautiful woman echoed.

Liam stood up, and Tess’s eyes naturally gravitated toward the now eye-height sign of his arousal. It hadn’t calmed down just yet, kept around since he’d practically entered her bedroom what felt like an eternity ago.

As Tess stared at his throbbing erection, the ache pulsing through his body, sourced at his groin, nearly caused him to clench his teeth. The patience he desperately clung onto resembled a shredded, paper-thin jacket. If he didn’t hold onto it, it’d have fallen apart into a dozen worthless pieces.

Anna might like longer showers, after all.

Keep it together,Liam told himself, earning the enmity of his entire body because of it.Just a little longer. Like Avril suggested.

“Here, Tess,” Liam said, extending a hand, which drew her gaze away from how painfully stiff his cock was.

“Thank you, Liam,” she said, collecting herself enough to accept his hand, then let him haul her to her feet.

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