Page 18 of False Confidence

She should have known that he would take it so seriously, should have known he’d be so damn nice about it. This was Liam, after all. “I love the enthusiasm, buddy, but I think this ship has long since sailed. It’s all good, don’t worry about. I still enjoyed myself and I can still finish you?—”

“Absolutely fucking not.” His voice was firm, almost commanding. She’d never heard him like that before.

“I don’t get it,” she replied with a growl of frustration. “What’s in this for you? And don’t just say it’s because we’re friends and you care about me. Even you aren’t that selfless.” She wasn’t entirely convinced that was true.

“What’s in it for me?” Liam’s answering laugh coiled through her like an asp, dark and sensual, humorless. “I’ve been dreaming about feeling you come all over me for years. Since that first day when I spotted you at the office, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. It’s been fucking torture knowing we were together in February and I can’t remember it. And knowing I was inside you but didn’t get to see you finish? Unbearable.” Her heart stilled, her breath catching in her chest.

“When I say this is my thing, I don’t mean that I take it as a challenge to see how many times I can get someone to come. I mean that what gets me off is getting other people off, knowing I made it happen, over and over again until they can’t handle anymore. I don’t even need anyone to lay a finger on me to make me come. I just need to make them fall apart and I lose it. But you? I’m not sure I’d survive making you come, darling, but God, I want to try.”

“Oh,” Jazz breathed. What was she supposed to say to that? His eyes blazed, emerald flames enticing her to agree. And she wanted to. It surprised her, but she was actually considering it. She’d come closer to finishing with Liam than she had in a decade. If anyone was going to figure out how to make her come, it was probably him.

“Have you really been thinking about this for that long?” she asked and despite making it through an entire monologue about how much he loved making people come, it was that that made him blush.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. After India and I broke up, I really wasn’t interested in anyone else. You were the first person who piqued that interest.”

“Other than the time you asked Maggie on a date,” Jazz pointed out and he glared at her.

“Sure, excluding that, I guess, but that was more me trying to force myself out of my shell, and I’d really love to pretend it didn’t happen.”

“That’s too bad. I will continue to bring it up every chance I get.”

“You’re a menace.”

His low chuckle made heat pool deep within her, bringing her back to the question at hand: were they going to do this? She drew in a long breath, counted to three, and blew it out. Why the hell not?

“Okay, yeah. We can try. But it might take a while.”

If Liam was surprised that she’d agreed, he didn’t show it. He gave her a reassuring smile. “We’re in no rush.”

True. She’d waited ten years—she’d been forced to have patience whether she wanted to or not. “Right. But I don’t want you to feel bad if I can’t come and you do,” she replied, gesturing to his still hard cock.

He considered her for a moment before shaking his head. “Nope. That’s not how this is going to work.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean until you come, I don’t come.”

Surely she hadn’t heard him correctly. She stared at him, open-mouthed, before finally saying, “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“So what, you’re telling me you’re not even going to masturbate?”

He shook his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement at her skepticism. “Nope.”

“But this could take months!” Years, even. Hell, for all she knew, it wasn’t even possible.

“I can wait.”

Jesus. He was being serious. Did he have some kind of masochism kink to go along with his orgasm kink? “That sounds like a challenge I can win.”

“I’d like to see you try, darling,” Liam replied, his emerald eyes twinkling. “Does this mean you’re in?”

She blew out a long breath. “You realize how crazy that sounds, don’t you?” she asked, but Liam shrugged, as if he couldn’t see the problem. “Wow. Okay. I guess I’m in.”

She held out her hand for him to shake and he did so, but didn’t let go, threading their fingers together and letting their hands rest comfortably on the bed between instead. “Can you seriously come just from making someone else come?” He nodded, an errant curl falling across his forehead. She reached out and brushed it away. “Damn. I really want to see that.”

His lips lifted at the corner, his dimples popping out as a smile crossed his face. “Then let’s make it happen, Jasmine.”

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