Page 80 of Boss Abroad

“Oh, beautiful,” he fetches a condom from his pants pocket, “it’s yours.”

He puts my knee on the crook of his elbow and stands. My other leg follows the lead and hangs from his other arm. He spreads me wide, puts his hands against the wall, trapping me between them, getting me to the perfect height. I wrap my hands around his beautiful, powerful neck. I scratch his scalp, neck and back before pulling him closer for a kiss. It’s rough, hungry, desperate.

When we break for air, he’s wearing the kind of look someone gets when they strap in for the most thrilling ride at the theme park. And he takes me there with the first deep thrust.

My jaw slacks open, eyes squinted shut as he stops inside me to check if I’m okay. He has a domino effect on me; every inhale makes me grip his cock tighter, and a shiver runs up my body. It starts deep in my core until I feel the hair on my scalp rising.

It takes me a few seconds to arrange my words into a comprehensible sentence. “I love the way you stretch me.” Needing to feel more of him, I spread my fingers against the warm skin of his back, savoring the sensation of his muscles rippling under my touch. I pull him closer to me, close enough that I can feel his heart frantically beating against mine. Leaning in close, I nibble on his ear before whispering my next words into it. “I love the challenge that is to fit you anywhere.” He growls, then licks and bites my neck.

My confession comes in a rush. With my eyes still closed, it’s so easy to say these things. But easy is boring, and things with Liam are anything but. So I open my eyes and wait for him to meet my gaze before I say, “I love the way it hurts so good.”

Neither of us blinks, as my hips jerk forward and he thrusts in and out until he’s covered with my arousal and can slide every inch in easily. One of his hands moves to my nape and he tilts my neck to the side, kissing, sucking and biting into it. Liam inhales deeply as he runs his nose up the column of my neck. “Fuck, April. I swear you smell different when we fuck. Intoxicating. Your scent changes and it drives me crazy.”

I can feel his dick twitch as he pauses inside me to tell me that, and I squeeze him back in response. “Do that again,” he demands, and I oblige. “Fuck, that feels so good.” Liam starts moving slowly, but I’m far too feral for a paced fuck. I need brutal.

“Liam, give it to me hard.”

His smile pushes his cheek into my neck, but I can hear it in his voice too.

“Do you want it rough, baby girl?”

“So rough.”

Liam doesn't deny my request. Oh, no. He spoils me, pulling almost all the way out, then back in, fast and hard, until he fills me up with his cock. I moan both ways.

“Your tight little pussy was made to take this cock. You take me so beautifully.” His words are driving me crazy and the chorus of slapping sounds make me even hornier. Add my string of moans to it and we can call it an orchestra.

He punctuates every thrust by grinding his pelvis against my clit and once he picks up speed, I’m a goner. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come!”

I bounce on him, using his shoulders as leverage. I think he wants to come as well, because he’s ramming into me with all he’s got, just waiting for the final clench so we can finish together.

We do, and it’s fucking perfect.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

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We break in every room and piece of furniture of April’s home. My all-time favorite being her private patio, where I took her on the sunbed, ass up, face down, biting into the cushion not to draw the neighbors' attention.

We fuck, cuddle, eat and I get much better updates from her like this than in a meeting room. It’s decided. We will only do catch-ups naked in bed from now on.

Max’s recovery keeps beating all records and they’re discussing letting Max have the first kick of the next home game just to please the fans. The sponsors won't be too upset either.

Yeah, yeah, good for the guy. We have a Premier League to win, blah-blah-blah. But is it really? I worry about how short that will cut my time with the doctor if he keeps getting better this fast. Honestly, I'm starting to believe that a healthy knee is not as important as people make it out to be.

The sun is making its way up when we fall asleep exhausted, sweaty, limbs tangled together.

She doesn’t say anything about wanting to sleep alone this time and I dream of waking up to an April that sees what I do: we’re inevitable.

“Preston?”

What the fuck? “No, April. Liam!”

I’m ripped from deep slumber by April calling me by another man’s name.

That is not what you want to hear when you’re lying in bed naked with a woman. My dick, that was rock hard and merrily nudged between her ass cheeks while we spooned in our sleep, deflates.

An elbow in the pit of my stomach finishes waking me up, but then she shushes me. She shushes me. My ego takes a bigger hit than my gut at that, and I open my eyes to see that she’s on the phone. I grab it from her hand, pressing the mute button.

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