Page 177 of Power Play

“Obviouslyit’s for you. Who else would it be for?”

“I don’t know, but I like that it’s me.” Liam presses on my clit with his thumb and I gasp, sinking into the feeling of unbelievable pleasure. “No one else.”

He adds his tongue and another finger, working me up until there’s no doubt in my mind he’s the one who takes care of me. He’s the one who knows exactly which way to flick his wrist or curl his fingers.

I’ve tried to imagine other people touching me like this.

Having me like this and talking to me like this.

Would my body react the same way?

Would I like it so much?

When he spreads me open, his tongue diving deep inside me as the shockwave hits, I know the answer is unequivocallyno.

My legs shake and he soothes me down, his touch turning lighter as the crest of the wave ebbs to an easy ripple. I groan when he pulls away, my nerves electrified and my heart hammering in my chest.

“That was good.” I smile at the ceiling. “Give me a second before we go again. I need to catch my breath.”

“Take your time, sweetheart.” Liam kisses my forehead and moves off the bed. I look over at him and find him tugging off his sweatpants. Stepping out of them and wrapping his fingers around his length. “See something you like?”

“I like the no-underwear look.”

“Do you? Think I’ll do it again.”

“How do you?—”

The moment breaks. My phone rings loudly in the kitchen, echoing down the hall, and I jump at the sound.

“Who keeps their ringer on?” Liam asks. “And at that volume?”

“Sorry. I like to keep it on in case there’s an emergency. With Maven and the baby and Emmy on airplanes every other day, I want to know if something’s happened.”

“Want me to get it?”

I gnaw on my bottom lip. Anxiety claws at the pit in my stomach, and I nod. “Could you? I’m sorry. I won’t be able to focus on anything unless I know it’s nothing serious.”

He turns without a second thought, returning a few seconds later. “It says unknown number.”

“Shit. It must be Steven. I blocked his number a few months ago when he kept texting me. He started messaging me from a new number recently, and I haven’t had a chance to block him again. I don’t want you to think I’m talking to him or anything like that.”

“The only thing I think is that he’s a giant fucking asshole.” Liam tosses my phone on the mattress. “And that I fucking hate him.”

“I do too.” I reach for him, wanting to feel him on top of me. Wanting to shake off the old memories and replace them with new, better ones. “I want you, Liam. So badly it hurts.”

He plucks a condom from his bedside table and opens the packet, sliding it down his length. “How do you want it tonight, baby?” Liam rocks forward, the first inches of his length pushing inside me. I moan and grip his arm. “Fast? Slow?”

“Fast.” My other hand drops to his ass, urging him deeper in me, and it’s his turn to groan. “Hard.”

“Are you going to let me fuck you like you’re mine, Piper?”

“Yes,” I plead, closing my eyes. “Because I am yours.”

I revel in the manic, possessive way Liam moves. I slip into the stretch and twinge of pain. In feeling so full, so perfect, I fall into a trance.

The trek toward another high is interrupted, my phone ringing again and my restraint growing thin.

“Sorry,” I pant, and Liam thrusts into me with menacing intensity. “I should’ve silenced it.”

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