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Her cool lips press against my throat as her pelvis struggles to tip itself up. The way her body opens is primal. And even more satisfying than having her bound.
She may be new to sex, but she’s a natural.
There’s no way I’ll let her go at the end of the weekend. Not to her place, or even to school. I want her to myself… on her knees and in my bed. And if I’m honest, with my baby growing in her belly and swelling her pretty little tits with milk.
Fuck, yes.
It’s too soon to act on that urge, but when I pull out it hits me all over. I want to jerk the condom off and put my bare cock inside her while it’s dripping with my seed.
Nineteen years old, Liam. Let her be your baby, at least for a few months, before you put one inside her.
I grind my teeth and listen to my better angels.
* * *
OLIVIA
Threads of awarenessfloat through me as little aches give rise to memories from last night. My body is deliciously sore. Even the soft Egyptian cotton sheets feel rough against my tender muscles.
Liam sleeps, sprawled in the center of the bed, golden and beautiful even in the shadowy light from the lamp in the far corner. I could open the drapes, but I don’t want to wake him. I want him to sleep, so he’s at his strongest again. I close my eyes, remembering his grip on my hip while he took me hard and fast after I’d come. Another shiver of intertwined lust and crush rattles me.
I slip from the bed and go to my small suitcase. After dragging out a tan, orange, and hot pink embroidered dress and clean panties, I step into the hall to dress. Both of my bras need to be washed, but I can get away without one until I’ve done laundry.
I wonder where his laundry room even is. Such a huge house. It might be on this floor, or maybe it’s on the main floor somewhere.
I head downstairs as light from the skylights bathes everything in a warm glow. I’ll have a cup of tea before I search.
In the kitchen, morning light streams through the windows. Outside, it glimmers off the blue water like glitter. The view is spectacular enough to leave a person breathless.
Thirst causes me to finally pull myself away for a moment. I’m filling a glass of water when the sound of an opening door catches my attention. I turn, expecting to see one of Liam's brothers coming through the front door.
Instead, a dark-haired thirty-something woman enters, slams the door and strides down the hall to the kitchen. She’s lugging an overstuffed tote bag in one hand and her keys in the other.
Liam doesn’t have sisters. As I face her, my heart begins to pound.
Long dark hair cascades down her shoulders, and she wears a bright geometric print top over a pair of tight-fitting jeans. She’s curvy in ways I’ll never be.
When our eyes meet, her face contorts with anger and disbelief. “Who the hell are you?" she demands in a thick New Jersey accent.
“Olivia—”
“What are you doing in my house?”
My stomach plummets. Her house?No!It can’t be.
Her head whips from side to side. “Did you fuck my fiancé, you little whore? You did, didn't you?” With her fists on her hips, she glares at me.
I'm stunned and speechless as my gaze drops to her left hand. She’s wearing a large diamond engagement ring.
She moves closer, towering over me in her tall designer heels. “Answer me!”
“You’re not… talking about Liam, are you?” My voice is no more than a whisper.
This is a mistake. It has to be. She’s engaged to Luke. Or Aiden. Or even Killian.
The feel of her hand slapping me across the face comes swift and sudden. The pain sears my skin, and I gasp as tears sting my eyes. My cheek throbs, and warm blood trickles down it.
I stare in disbelief, unable to comprehend what just happened.
