Page 176 of Power Play

“When the fuck did you start speaking Spanish?” Liam drags my barstool over so our knees are touching. “Are you an undercover spy, Mitchell?”

“I downloaded Duolingo last month. Don’t get your hopes up. I only know about five phrases, and half of them are asking where the bathroom is.”

“Since you’re branching out, I guess I’ll tell you how I’m branching out.”

“Oh?” I kiss Pico’s head and look at Liam. “Are you finally interacting with people in full sentences?”

“You’re such a little shit.”

“It made you do that creepy smile again. Must mean you like it.”

“Debatable. I asked the guys if I could join book club this month.” He runs a hand through his hair and averts his gaze. “Hudson sent me an audiobook code and told me what book they’re doing next month so I can start early.”

“Liam. That’s incredible. I’m so proud of you.”

“Do you think you could read some of it to me when we’re together? I like listening to you. It helps me process the words.”

“Hey.” I stand and touch his jaw. His eyes snap to mine, and I smile. “I’ll read you whatever you want. Monster smut. Books about fairies. A thriller that includes graphic details about brutal murders.”

“Monster smut? Slow your roll there, Pipsqueak.”

I laugh and kiss his forehead. “Sorry. I’ll ease you into it.”

Liam tilts his head to the side and his lips land on mine. He takes Pico from me, setting the cat down so I can wrap my arms around his neck and step in close.

“Are you staying the night?” He pulls away to move his mouth down my throat, along the line of my neck, and I tip my head back so he can kiss the spot below my ear I secretly love. “Please say yes.”

“The only place I’m going is your room.”

His stool scrapes across the floor when he stands, a grating sound I block out as he bands his arm around my waist. Tosses me over his shoulder and heads down the hall.

“Is this my new mode of transportation?” I ask.

“Easier access to your ass.” Liam rests a hand on the curve of my backside and gives it a light smack. “And that’s one of my favorite parts of you.”

He kicks the door open and drops me on the bed. I bounce twice and scramble across the sheets to the pillows. Liam steps toward me, already hard. His hand disappears in his sweatpants as he strokes himself, his wrist moving up and down.

“Should I take this off?” I tug on the hem of my shirt and slowly drag it up my stomach. Liam follows my movements, his strokes turning faster as I drop my legs open and lift my hips. “And these?”

“Please,” he begs around a rasp that’s delightfully low. “I want to see.”

“All this talk about being good. Haveyoubeen good, Liam?”

“I think I have, but I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want me to.”

I pull off my underwear first and fling the pair at the wall. My shirt comes next, discarded somewhere else in his room. “How about you get between my legs?”

“Fuck, Piper.” Liam gapes at me, mouth parted. Cheeks red. A bead of sweat just below his hairline. “My wife is so fucking pretty.”

He has to know what that word does to me.

He has to know it turns my brain into a pile of mush.

“If I’m so pretty, get over here and take care of me.” I lift my chin and smile. “Please?”

He climbs on the bed and positions himself between my legs. He shoves my knees open wide and runs his finger across my entrance. There’s no warning before he pushes inside and I gasp at the stretch, the quick burst of pain subsiding to the bliss he always brings me.

“So wet. And all for me.”

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