13. Amy
Amy
Liam's growl reverberates through the room at my threat.
It's a lie, of course. If he doesn't fuck me, I'll go to my room with my tail between my legs and rub a few out in the shower or something.
But my declaration works, because he pounces on me before I can get my zipper down.
Liam's mouth claims mine, his tongue darting between my lips as his hands roam my body. He unzips my dress, dragging it off my shoulders, his fingers trailing fire across my skin.
The Spanx is next, shoved down my shoulders as he pulls my arms through, and I'm too deep into desire to care that all my rolls are about to be on display.
I moan into his mouth, my hips rolling against his. He needs to hurry the fuck up and get inside me before I explode.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with hunger. "Turn around."
I comply, my heart racing as he flips me onto my stomach. His hand presses between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress. He gathers my wrists, stretching my arms above my head until my fingers brush the headboard.
"Keep them there," he growls. "Don't move."
"Yes, sir." The words slip out unbidden, but they feel right. Natural.
He chuckles, low and dangerous. His free hand glides down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Every part of my body is so sensitive that I feel like screaming at every touch.
The orgasm in the elevator wasn't enough. I need about thirty more.
Deft fingers unhook my bra, and he pulls my dress, Spanx, and bra off, shimmying them down my body and over my heels, tossing them all aside. Then his mouth is on me, kissing a trail of flames across my shoulders, down my back. Hot breath tickles and soft lips soothe, leaving me writhing beneath the onslaught of sensation.
I arch into his touch, aching for more. Hard teeth nip at my hip, and I jolt forward in surprise, my fingers curling around the headboard.
I love it from behind, but it's never like this.
Were all the men I dated before prudes in bed?
Or is Liam on another level?
I've heard of this kind of shit in all the romance novels, but—damn. Experiencing it is a whole different level.
My brain turned off a long time ago.
He tugs my panties down my legs, his breath hot against my thighs. My legs quiver, anticipation building with every second that passes. Fuck. Yes. Finally.
The elevator wasn't even close to enough.
I need so much more.
And then his phone rings.
The sound shatters the moment, harsh and grating. Liam curses under his breath, his weight shifting off me as he reaches for his discarded pants.
"Don't you dare answer that," I hiss, craning my neck to glare at him over my shoulder.
Liam answers his phone without a glance my way. I sit up, frustrated and disbelieving. Seriously? He's taking a call now, of all times?
I'm naked and spread out for him like a goddamn buffet, and he chooses this moment to chat? Un-fucking-believable. Do I attract inconsiderate assholes or something?
Before I can voice my outrage, Liam climbs back onto the bed, phone pressed to his ear. "Hello," he says gruffly.
His intense gaze meets mine and I freeze, my breath caught in my throat. With his free hand, he grasps my hip with a firm hold and spins me back around. I comply without thinking, positioning myself on my hands and knees again.
His free hand runs down my back in a soft caress, before sliding down my side and up, brushing beneath my aching breast. If it's possible for a nipple to hop off and run into his hand, I'm pretty sure it would. But it's not, so I can only deal with the aching strain of want as he teases, brushing his knuckles to and fro.
Liam murmurs responses to whoever's on the line, but I'm not really processing his words. I'm too focused on the electric sensations of his fingertips sliding along the side of my breast, inching closer to my nipples in delicious torture. Each light touch sends tingles through my body, straight to my core.
I strain to hear the voice on the other end of the call, only for my brain to fly away again when his warm lips nuzzle down my spine, right to the top of my ass.
I freeze.
Is he going to…?
A sharp pinch of my nipple has me jerking in shock, pain and desire blending into something unholy and amazing.
Those talented fingers twist and roll, yanking in a slow and lazy rhythm.
Whoever's on the other end is still talking, but I don't give a fuck anymore. My entire world has narrowed to his hand on my breast.
"I don't think that's necessary. Leave them as they are. They'll rise again. Trust me."
I turn my head at that, curious about who's on the other end of the line. Liam's hand disappears from my breast to appear in a tight grasp on my hair, holding me still.
I swear, I never thought I was this girl.
I never .
And yet that move sends desire straight to my clit on the fast train, and I moan, a shiver going right down my spine.
He smacks my ass lightly, a warning that I'm being too loud. I stifle a giggle, feeling a blush creep up my neck and into my cheeks.
Shit, is this me?
Am I seriously playing these kinds of games in the bedroom?
"What?" I whisper, trying to keep the playful tone in my voice. "I didn't realize you were such a stickler for decorum."
Liam slaps the other cheek, before kneading my ass. It's then that I realize he's using two hands. The other's still in my hair.
What's he doing with his phone?
He's still on it, because he's responding. "That one's going to be a loss. Sell now."
Is he… trading stocks?
While we're about to have sex?
Why the fuck is that so hot all of a sudden? I was so angry only moments before.
He releases my hair and runs his hand down my back again before it disappears.
I don't turn my head this time. I have a feeling he won't let me.
Instead, a second later his phone lands next to me, someone talking on speaker phone. It's way too close to my face. Any noise I make will be picked up.
I watch as his hand slides up to press the mute button.
Whoever's on the other end is still droning on. Some company, some trend, blah blah. I couldn't give a single shit less.
Liam traces the curve of my spine with his fingers before cupping one ass cheek in his palm. He taps at it again, this time with more force. "You know what you did wrong."
I nod, wiggling my ass a little higher in the air. "Yes," I breathe.
I can hear his belt as he unbuckles it.
The stock market blabber should turn me off. There's no way I should be dripping wet while I'm hearing all that.
But I am.
I can't see what he's doing. I can only go by what I hear.
He shifts his weight on the bed; is he taking off his pants? Please, please be taking off his pants.
I'm so fucking ready. I've been ready for ages.
I've been ready since I saw him step out of that fucking red Tesla at the airport.
I want my brains properly fucked out of me. I want my insides rearranged. I want it all .
He leans forward, and I can feel something velvet-soft and hard brush against my inner thigh.
Fuck.
I shove my ass against him, only for it to be slapped again.
I whine, and his hot breath brushes over my ear.
"Be quiet, baby girl, or he's going to know exactly what I'm doing to you. I'll explain it to him, if you really want me to."
Nope. Fuck no.
I shake my head.
He laughs. "I really hope you let it all out, angel. I hope he hears every sound. I hope I can tell him what my hands are doing to make you moan. I'll let him hear every time my slam my dick inside of you. Don't you think that's sexy, baby girl?"
Yes, actually.
Yes, I do.
But keep my mouth shut as his finger presses the mute button, bringing him back into the conversation.
"All of that is fine, but buy more of the Illuminex shares. They're going to skyrocket."
"Sir, they're already up—"
"Just do it, Nathan. That's what I pay you for."