Page 137 of Power Play

“In general? I’m not a fan.”

“I meant around your family. Our physical relationship applies to the bedroom, not out of it. Are we going to hold hands when we’re at the wedding? Kiss? I want to make sure I’mprepared so if I try to give you a hug you don’t look at me like I’m an alien with five heads.”

I knock her arm with a pillow. Pico glares at me, pissed at being disturbed, and I roll my eyes.

Little shit.

“I wouldn’t look at you like you have five heads. Just three. As far as PDA goes, some might help us sell this relationship. Don’t make out with me in front of my eighty-year-old grandmother, but you can hold my hand.”

“Okay. Hand holding goes on the list. Making out doesn’t. Got it. What about kissing?”

“If you want to.”

“Doyouwant me to? This is your family, Liam.”

This sounds like a test, and I’m not sure how to answer it correctly.

Fuck yes, I want her to kiss me.

Why wouldn’t I?

She’s soft and warm and a real fucking delight. Maybe I want to show her off. Maybe I want my family to think I’m a lucky bastard who landed an absolute knockout, even if this is all going to end when we get back to DC.

“Sure,” I croak. “You can kiss me.”

“Got it. Also, I feel like I should tell you I’m not a very good flier. I hate planes. I promise to not make a scene, but I’m definitely going to squeeze your arm during takeoff and landing.”

I frown at her. “We fly all the time. I’ve never seen you panic.”

“Watching me, Sully?”

“I’m six feet tall, Pipsqueak. I can see over the seats and could tell if you were up there freaking out.”

“I try to focus on what’s happening in front of me, not what’s happening around me. Distracting myself helps.”

“What could help distract you?”

Her eyes darken and she leans forward. She runs her finger down my chest and grins. “I can think of a few things.”

“Let’s hear them.”

“I’m not sure joining the mile high club with two hundred passengers as spectators sounds like my cup of tea, but maybe we could practice tonight.” Piper sets Pico down and turns all of her attention to me. “I had an idea, and I wanted to run it by you.”

I cup her cheek and run my thumb along the line of her jaw. “You have my attention.”

“I thought, well, maybe the best way for me to learn in the bedroom is to critique myself. So to do that, I was thinking, um, we could film ourselves having sex.”

“You want to record me fucking you, Piper?” I sit up on my knees and ease her onto her back. Pico darts away, but he’s the last thing I’m thinking about. I put my hands on her thighs and push her legs open. “You want to go back and watch how I fill you up when you’re home alone and missing my cock?”

“Yes,” she whispers, grabbing my shirt and tugging me down until our mouths are inches apart. “But don’t pretend like you’re not going to watch it too.”

I am going to watch it.

On repeat, until I have it committed to memory.

I’ll use it when I’m in my hotel room and can’t have the real thing, because fuck if I could ever get off to anyone else.

Haven’t been able to in four years.

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