Page 9 of Burned By the Broken Doctor

“I’m sure you’re great at it,” Liam says through gritted teeth.

“Thank you,” I say, my smile not reaching my eyes.

Damon turns back to the stove and starts plating the food. “Liam, can you help me get some wine? This calls for a couple of glasses because my best friend and sister are in town.”

“Sure,” Liam says, seeming grateful for the excuse to leave. He stands and heads toward the back of the house.

I wait a moment before standing as well. “I’ll help. Liam might not be able to find the cellar quickly enough.”

Damon looks puzzled but nods. “Alright, thanks, Emma.”

I follow Liam out of the dining room and down the hallway to the cellar. When I find him standing there, I don’t waste any time.

“Liam, you look very familiar. Are you sure we haven’t met before?”

His mouth sets in a hard line as he denies it. “I’m sure. I think I’d remember if we had.”

“Funny,” I walk up close to him. “That night was unforgettable.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why are you lying about knowing me?” I demand. “And what the hell are you doing here?”

Liam turns to face me, his eyes hard. “I’m here because my best friend invited me. And I don’t recognize you.”

I scoff, stepping closer until he’s backed against the wall. “Don’t recognize me, huh?”

I grab his shirt collar and plant my mouth roughly on his. His lips feel as perfect as I remember—firm, smooth, almost making me lose my mind.

“I want that night again, Liam,” I mumble against his lips. Before he can respond, I push my tongue against him, and he lets me in with a sigh. I tease him, flicking my tongue around and biting his lower lip as my hand travels down his body until it rests on the front of his pants.

“What are you doing?”

I ignore him and squeeze his cock through his pants. He growls—the sound low and deep.

“Liam, that was the best night I ever had. I remember you fucking me on the bed, in the bathtub, and in the kitchen…I want it again.”

“What are you talking about?” He breathes heavily, his eyes wide as I push up to him. I remember everything about that night, the taste of his lips, the feel of the amazing part of him inside me.

“I want to fuck you right here, and we don’t even need a condom.”

“Wha—”

I squeeze him again. Pressing against him to mash my breasts into his shirt. I feel two things right now—unadulterated lust and anger, and I let the latter fuel the former.

“We didn’t use condoms that night, remember?”

“We did.”

“What did you say?” I pull back and look into his eyes. “Do you remember me now?”

There’s a flicker of regret in his eyes as he realizes he’s been caught.

“Fuck you for pretending.” I shake my head, grab a bottle of wine from the rack, and turn to leave. “You’re a jerk, Liam Miller,” I shout over my shoulder, my legs shaking as I walk away.

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