Page 138 of Power Play

Not since the day I met her.

A video I can play back whenever I wanted to see the way her tits bounce when I bend her over and fuck her into the mattress sounds like the greatest gift in the world.

“If we do that, it could end up anywhere.” I pinch her nipple through the wool of her sweater, and her back arches off thecouch. “If your phone got stolen, a video of you taking every inch of my cock could end up on the internet. Does that bother you?”

“No.” Her eyes flutter closed and her legs wrap around my middle. The skirt she’s wearing inches up to her waist and shows off the thigh-highs with little black bows tight on her skin. I rock forward and graze the head of my hard dick against her underwear. She moans and opens her legs wider. “Let them see. They’d know I was yours.”

Possessiveness surges through me.

There’s an aching need to feel her.

To sink into her.

To consume every fucking inch of her so there isn’t a goddamn doubt in her mind she really is mine.

“We’ll try out your idea,” I murmur, bringing my mouth to her ear. I drag my teeth down her neck and she shivers under me. “But only if you let me film the whole thing. I want you to watch yourself fall apart. I want you to see the way my fingers stretch you out before I fill you up. I want you to hear how you beg and say my name right before you come. I want you to know how much I fucking love being inside your tight cunt. And when we’re finished, I want you to look at the camera and say thank you.”

THIRTY-SIX

PIPER

“Thank you?”I repeat, and Liam nods. “What am I saying thank you for?”

“For giving you the best fuck of your life.” His warm palms slip under the front of my sweater and move from my stomach to my chest. Fingers pull down the cups of my bra and pinch my nipples, twisting them in the way I like. My soul leaves my body when he gives me a devastating grin. “I want everybody to know who makes you feel good. Who makes you feel better thanheever did.”

I know exactly whichhehe’s talking about.

Liam doesn’t bother to hide his disdain, and something about his vicious tone turns me on. Maybe it’s the lilt of possessiveness coating the word or the way he pinches my nipples again, harder this time, like he’s trying to tether himself to me.

“You wouldn’t be mad if he saw a video of us having sex, would you?”

“Of course I wouldn’t. I’d be fucking proud.” He pushes my sweater up to my chin, exposing my chest to the cool apartment air. “Fuck, Piper. Now I want it even more.”

God, I like hearing that.

It makes me feel wanted in a way I never have before. I don’t care if it’s about revenge or some dick measuring contest: Liam wants to be on camera withme.

“Where should we do it? Here?” My words catch in the back of my throat when he dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth. His tongue circles the pointed peak and I don’t bother to stifle my moan. “Your bedroom?”

“My room. Better lighting.”

“Oh, this is turning into a whole production. Lights. Camera. Action.”

“Nothing about it is going to be fake, though.”

Liam pulls his mouth away from my chest and I squirm in frustration. I’ve been worked up all night, half distracted through dinner at the thought of seeing him.

The anticipation of sleeping with him again has followed me all week, and no matter how many times I’ve gotten myself off, it’s not the same as being with him.

“I’ve never faked anything with you,” I say.

“I know you haven’t. You’re easy to read, sweetheart.” The outline of his cock strains against his sweatpants as he stands, and my mouth waters at the sight of his hard length. “And, after I’m finished with you tonight, you’ll be able to see how pretty you are when you come.”

I doubt it.

I probably look silly. Like some writhing, desperate mess of a woman who would do anything to be satisfied. I’m nervous to know what I sound like. What facial expressions I make and how my body looks on camera. I’m clueless about angles and poses and the right way to stretch my legs, and I doubt I’m anything more than awkward.

I know Liam is going to make me feel good though, and I want the moment immortalized so I can look at it when our agreement ends. So I can remember what it’s like to be on top ofthe world, even though I can’t imagine how the next guy could be any better than the man in front of me.

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