Page 116 of The Match Faker

I collapsed on his chest, our bodies slick with sweat and sticky ice cream.

‘That was incredible,’ he said in a low, husky voice, his heart pounding against my chest.

‘It was.’

We were just so connected, so in tune. Our bodies fitted together like the perfect pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

After we’d recovered, we peeled ourselves off the dining table. Liam reached for some serviettes. He handed me a few to clean myself up, then rolled off the condom and wiped himself too.

‘We made a real mess!’ He laughed as he took in the sight around us. Broken pieces of glass, pizza slices, the empty box and what was left of the cookies ’n’ cream ice cream were all strewn across the floor.

‘Yeah!’ I chuckled. ‘The oven probably doesn’t look that pretty either.’ The smoke alarm sounded. Looked like that was our cue.

‘Now we can turn the oven off. But let me carry you. With the glass on the floor, it’s not safe for you to walk.’

‘My hero!’ I smiled.

‘Damn right.’

Once he found a safe spot to step down, Liam lifted me into his arms and carried me to the kitchen. The cookies were burnt to a crisp, but no real damage was done.

After I’d opened the door and turned off the oven, he carried me upstairs and laid me down on the bed.

‘Ahhh,’ I sighed, taking in the feel of the soft duvet and mattress beneath me.

‘Softer than the dining table, right?’

‘A lot! But it was fun to try. Another fantasy sex location ticked off the list.’

‘Now I know you can manage the hardness of the table, maybe next time we can try it on that shitty sofa.’

‘I’m willing to try it anywhere with you.’ I smiled.

Liam climbed up on the bed behind me, his hard dick pressing against my bum. He was like the Energizer Bunny. Always ready to go.

‘Want another round?’ I asked.

‘We could. Being inside you is my new favourite hobby. But right now, I just wanna hold you. That okay?’

‘Course.’

For any other guy, snuggling might not be a big deal, but for Liam this was huge. Holding each other wasn’t something he’d do with just anyone.

His sweet breath tickled the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He slid his arms around my waist, resting his hands on my belly.

I squeezed my eyes shut. The warmth from his palms felt so soothing.

Just being held like this felt so intimate. The only time my ex had wanted to cuddle was when he wanted sex. So to be held without any obligations or expectations that it’d lead to something physical meant more than Liam could ever know.

And that was why, with my heart full and Liam’s arms caressing my stomach, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

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Liam

Iwas almost there. Since Mia and I had gone to the theatre last week, I’d been working on my screenplay every day. And I’d got up extra early this morning because I couldn’t wait to get back to it. If I kept going at this pace, maybe I could have it finished by the time I went back to LA in a few weeks.

My chest tightened. I wished I didn’t have to go back. The time I’d spent in London had been great. Being with Mia was incredible.

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