Page 58 of False Confidence

“No.” He didn’t even need to think about it.

“Why?”

Because she’s not you. But it wasn’t that, not entirely. Even if Liam hadn’t started falling for Jasmine the second he’d laid eyes on her in his dad’s office, he wouldn’t have taken India back. She’d broken him completely without breaking a sweat, and for what? Neither of them had been as happy as they pretended to be when they were together.

“I don’t miss her. At all. I miss parts of the life I had back then—the museum, mostly—but I don’t even think she’s crossed my mind since just after the wedding. What we had wasn’t like this. It wasn’t comfortable, and easy, and trusting. It was just all we knew.”

“I hate her for hurting you,” Jasmine said, laying her head on his chest. “But I’m glad I got to meet the version of you who knows he deserves better than that.”

“Likewise.”

“Now about me behaving…”

Jasmine stepped away and dragged him toward the bathroom, tearing his clothes off while the shower warmed up, then tugged him under the spray. The water spilled over their bodies, and Liam watched the light reflecting on the water droplets as they drizzled down Jasmine’s skin. He wanted to lick each and every one of them off, but she didn’t give him the chance, falling to her knees and pushing him back against the wall.

“You called me your toy once,” Jasmine mused, wrapping her fist around his cock and drawing a grunt from his lips.

“And you liked it.”

She licked her lips. “Maybe. But words are just words unless you back them up. You want me to be your toy, baby? Then fucking use me like one.”

She was going to be the death of him. Liam leaned down and clasped her chin. “Be careful what you wish for. You think you can handle that?”

He brushed his thumb over her lips and she caught it between her teeth, biting hard enough that Liam pulled it back.

“You don’t scare me.”

“We’ll see.” He released her chin and slapped her lightly across the mouth. “Open up.”

Jasmine’s eyes glittered as she opened her mouth, her lids fluttering as he slowly pressed his cock between her lips. She moaned, moving her tongue side to side over him as he pushed to the back of her throat. It was an exercise in control to take it slowly, easing her into it. But Liam knew Jasmine well enough to know she wouldn’t tap out if she was uncomfortable. She was too fucking stubborn for that, so he watched her reactions like a hawk, testing the back of her throat with the head of his cock.

Of course, this was Jasmine he was dealing with, and patience wasn’t in her wheelhouse. Her eyes flashed in frustration and she tried to move her head, taking him further. Liam fisted her hair, pulling his cock back until he was resting on her tongue.

“Uh-uh. Good toys hold still, Jasmine. Do you want me to fuck your mouth? To treat you like the desperate little brat you are?” His voice was low, breathy, every word a fucking challenge not to just fuck her.

Jasmine’s eyes widened, her expression somewhere between fear and delight. She nodded as much as she could while he was holding her hair so tightly.

“Then fucking behave,” he warned, tightening his grip and thrusting hard into her mouth. Jasmine moaned around his cock, struggling against his grip and looking damn happy about it.

The water pounded on them, mingling with the tears streaming from Jasmine’s eyes. She breathed in through her nose, spluttering and choking on his cock as she inhaled the water. But she didn’t falter. If anything, she sank deeper and deeper into her pliant state.

“God, I fucking love it when you cry for me. So fucking pretty,” Liam groaned and Jasmine’s eyes flamed in a challenge. He’d teetered too close to praise.

She ran her hands up his thighs. He expected her to scratch him as a punishment. She wouldn’t edge him; he knew she wanted his cum as much as he wanted to give it to her.

He didn’t expect her to press a finger into his ass. Liam’s head snapped back, connecting with the wall as Jasmine curled her finger inside him. She had small hands, and there was barely a sting as she massaged him. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, squeezing hard enough to make him curse, but not so hard it was painful. He clenched around her finger, his fist shaking, tugging hard on her hair.

Jasmine hummed, and he lost it, coming down her throat with a garbled cry that sounded something like her name as fire washed over him. She’d fucking obliterated him. When his hold on her hair loosened, his muscles giving way, she released his balls and gripped his hip, holding him to her face, drinking him down. She didn’t stop sucking him, lapping at him, fucking him with her finger, until there was nothing left of him.

When she pulled back from him, he collapsed to his knees, grasping her face and ignoring the saliva and cum dripping from her mouth as he kissed her fiercely. He held her to him in a vise grip, breaking their kiss but pressing their foreheads together.

“Fuck, Jasmine,” he whispered, utterly spent.

Jasmine laughed through panting breaths, grinning from ear to ear. “I really should behave more often.”

“Hey you.”

Jazz jumped as someone slid her headphones off, the familiar voice murmuring in her ear, lips grazing her cheek. She spun around in her chair, knocking her elbow on Cal’s desk. She was working on her laptop with her headphones in while he was in a meeting downstairs, listening to another of Liam’s audiobook recommendations. Cal’s office was calm and comfortable. Her being there had absolutely nothing to do with the fact she was hiding from Sierra, who had become suspicious of Jazz’s good moods and achey muscles and was pestering her to find out who she was hooking up with.

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