Page 35 of Aim Assist

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.

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