Page 24 of Aim Assist

Wait. Brain. I need my brain.

"Wait—"

But he's kissing me again and I'm clinging like a helpless heroine in some fucking romance novel, because damn.

Don't stop.

Every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his teeth, sends sparks of pleasure ricocheting through me. I arch into him, desperate for more.

A distant part of me registers Lucky's leash slipping from my fingers. She barks, jolting me back to reality.

Hallway.

Public.

Cameras.

Anyone can walk by.

Fuck.

Breathing hard, I wrench my mouth away. "Wait. We can't—not here."

Liam rests his forehead against mine, equally winded. "Fuck. You're right. I'm sorry—"

"I'm not." I cut him off before he can finish that thought. At some point, he'd yanked my sunglasses off. They're on the floor somewhere, I don't even fucking know. I don't know how or when it happened. I was too busy getting mouth-fucked into ecstasy, and my thighs are clenched hard to keep my vagina from jumping him without my permission.

Meeting his gaze head-on, I let him see the desire burning in my eyes. "I wanted that. I want you. But I need to walk my dog, and I will not fuck you in the middle of the hallway."

He grins. "How about the end of it, then?"

It takes me a second to realize he's joking, and the groan that comes out of me is real, even as the desire eases.

A little bit.

Just a smidgen.

"No, not there, either."

"Damn."

He slides his hand down my side before settling against my other hip. And maybe he pushes against me.

Once.

And then me against him.

Once.

God, we're really going to end up fucking in my doorway.

He groans before letting go of my hips, one finger at a time. Then a slow step backward, missing Lucky as she bounces around between our feet.

His breathing is heavy, and there's nothing on this planet that I want to do more than drag him into my room and fuck him fifty ways from today—

But I need to walk my dog. Before she pisses everywhere.

Even so, my eyes trail from his face, down to his chest, which heaves as he struggles to calm his breathing, to the hands fisted at his sides, to… Oh.

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