Page 60 of Something Forever

She scoffs, turning away from me again, and the remaining journey is the longest five minutes of my life.

“Right here okay?” the Uber driver asks cautiously from the driver’s seat. I glance out the window and realize we’re at the apartment.

“Great, thanks,” Whitney says, shoving her door open and slamming it behind her, leaving me sitting in the backseat.

Fucking brilliant.

I open the car door and meet the driver’s eyes in the mirror. “Thanks, mate. Have a good evening.”

“Enjoy,” he says, sarcasm seeping into his tone.

When I step into the apartment, she’s already in her room. Hiding from me, I suppose.

Guess we’re done with our conversation.

I peel off my jacket and loosen my tie, slipping my shoes off. I’m heading to my room when I hear Whitney call my name from her room. Her door is cracked open.

“Liam? Can you come in here for a minute?”

I hesitate outside her door, pushing it open and stepping into the room. She’s standing in front of her mirror, her back to me. I meet her gaze in the reflection, and her expression is a familiar one, tinged with desire but still cautious. Guarded.

She blinks, her brown eyes shining in the warm light. “Can you unzip me?” she asks softly.

I cross the room until I’m standing behind her. I don’t move at first, studying her expression for some hint of what she’s feeling, what she wants. I lower my gaze to her back, swallowing. Slowly, I bring my hand up to the zipper, settling my palm against her bare skin.

Whitney takes in a sharp breath, and my gaze shoots up to hers again. Her expression is no longer cloudy. Desire, plain and clear, shines in her eyes. I can’t help the slow smile that tugs at the corners of my mouth. My fingers play with the zipper as I grip it in my hand, tugging it down her body inch by painful inch. When I completely unzip her, I slide my hand to the base of her spine and step closer, pressing my body against hers.

“You trying to seduce me, Whit?” I whisper into her ear, pressing my lips to the side of her neck and sucking on the soft skin there. “What happened to a one-time thing?”

She whimpers softly, and I meet her eyes in the mirror again, my gaze darkening.

“Shut up,” she says, her hands holding up the front of her dress on her shoulders.

I slip one hand around her hip to the front of her body, my fingers dancing on her stomach, teasing. “Maybe I should make you beg for it.”

Her eyes flash in warning. “Don’t you dare.”

My smirk grows as I slip my fingers lower. “Maybe I should tease you.” I breathe the words against the shell of her ear.

She presses further against me. “Liam,” she groans.

“Maybe I should peel this dress off you and fuck you over this desk.” I trail my hand up her arm to where the straps of her dress are still hanging. “Make you watch us in the mirror for every minute of it.”

She inhales another sharp breath, her eyes closing as she settles her head against my shoulder.

“Should I? Would you like that?”

She exhales shakily but doesn’t speak. I still my movements, waiting for a response, and her eyes fly open to meet my gaze head-on. “Yes,” she whispers.

Slipping her dress off her shoulder, I let it fall off her arms, baring her chest to me. Her nipples harden in the cool air, and I snake my hand around her waist, trailing up her torso to the underside of her breasts. One hand still resting above her panties, I bring the other up to her nipple, massaging and rolling the peak in my fingers.

Fuck, she feels good.

The dress drops to the floor. “Step out,” I breathe against her neck.

She swallows and lifts her legs, stepping out of the dress and sliding it to the side. In the mirror, I take in her naked body as she trembles slightly against my touch.

“So pretty,” I murmur against her ear, slipping my hands to her panties and pulling them down. “Again.”

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