Page 34 of Aim Assist

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?

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