Page 125 of Power Play

“What—” His throat bobs. He glares at the blue lace like it’s offended him. Like he wants to rip it to shreds. “What are you wearing?”

“I wanted something sexy and?—”

Liam crawls on top of me, his body weight heavy over mine. I can tell he’s hard through the fabric of his joggers, his cock straining against the cotton.

“You are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. You don’t need lace to look fucking incredible, but goddamn Piper, does it make you irresistible.” His fingers move to the strap of the bra, snapping it against my skin then sucking on the mark he left behind. “I’m going to fucking ruin you tonight, baby.”

I whimper and wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him nearer to me. I arch my back so I can reach his mouth, kissing him again as he cups my breast and drags his thumb over my hard nipple.

“I didn’t know your favorite color,” I say, turning my head so he can kiss my neck. So he can move down my body. His mouth closes around my breast and sucks over the lace.

“Favorite color is whatever you’re wearing.” He pulls both cups down, exposing my chest to the cool air of the room. “Black. Pink. Red.Blue. Want them all.” His large hands push my breasts together, and he groans. “Want to fuck your tits.”

“Fuck me first,” I challenge, my arm snaking between us so I can cup him through his sweatpants. “Then you can fuck my tits.”

He nudges my hand out of the way so he can settle his fingers between my legs. His knuckles brush over the front of my underwear and he groans again. “Fuck. You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

I grab his wrist and guide him, helping him tug my underwear to the side. “Have been since dinner.”

He touches my clit with his thumb then slides a single finger in me, nice and slow. “Should’ve put you on my kitchen counter and fucked you right there.”

I relish the careful way he goes from one finger to two to three. It’s easier than when we first started all of this, my body adjusting to him and craving him. I’m already on the brink of an orgasm, the high creeping up on me suddenly and stealthily as I hold onto his hair, bliss just within reach.

“Liam. Please. Can you?—”

He curls his fingers in me. Dips his chin, sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of my breast, and I explode.

The room spins around me. Bursts of light take over my vision and I grind into him, wanting—needing—a little more.

“You can give me two, can’t you?” he says into my neck, thumb pressing on my clit as a cry sneaks out of me. “There she is. So fucking pretty.”

The second one isn’t nearly as aggressive but it feels just as good, a satisfied ache settling low in my stomach as Liam’s movements slow.

“Fuck,” I pant. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead and I brush it away. “I think I’m on top of the world.”

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pulls them off, shoving them in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Take off your bra.”

“What are you doing with those?”

“Saving them for later.”

That sends my mind racing. I fumble with the clasp of my bra until my breasts spill free and I’m naked on his sheets, looking up at him. “Take off your pants.”

He climbs off me and stands, yanking his sweatpants and briefs off. “Bossy.”

“Condoms?”

“Have a whole box. And, yes. They glow in the dark.”

I burst out laughing. “Are you serious?”

“Yup.” Liam turns to his bedside table and opens a drawer. “You said you’re already on top of the world, Piper. I’m sending you to the stars next.”

“Another first. Speciality condoms.” I watch him pull out a box and a plastic tube. “Lube?”

“Yeah. I know this isn’t your first time, but I wanted to have it on hand. Just in case.”

“What are you talking about? I’m a professional. So much sex with so many people.”

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