Page 178 of Power Play

“And he should’ve stopped bothering you years ago. Answer the phone, Piper.”

My eyes fly open, and I stare at him. “What? You’re inside me.”

“Exactly.” He angles his hips torturously, getting deeper than before. Pulling me closer to the edge. I groan and grip the sheets, trying to enjoy the high a little while longer without giving in and free-falling so soon. “If he’s going to bother you, let him hear what he’s missing out on. Let him hear how I take care of you the way he couldn’t. Let him hear how wellmy wifetakes my cock.”

Fuck.

Those two words almost cause me to combust. The first swell of an orgasm settles low in my stomach. My vision turns blurry. My mouth pops open and I’m gasping for air, burning alive.

Everything around me is hot, the room an inferno, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

I fumble behind me. My fingers wrap around the phone, and I slide my thumb across the screen.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Fucking finally,” Steven says. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I say breathlessly. Liam doesn’t like that answer very much, because he puts a thumb on my clit. Rubs in a slow circle and bends forward, crouching low so he can kiss my neck. “I’m busy right now. What’s up?”

“What’s up is I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for weeks. We have things we need to talk about. Money. Finances. Important stuff I’ve been waiting on you to look over and sign.”

“That’s not a good idea.” I moan as Liam pounds into me, and I slap a hand over my mouth. “You can go through my lawyer.”

“Are you—Christ, Piper. Are you in bed with someone? Fucking whore.”

My face falls and my blood turns ice cold. A look of rage takes over Liam’s face, and he gently works my phone out of my hand.

“What did you say to her?” he asks, deathly low.

I don’t know what Steven’s answer is, only that Liam holds my waist and doesn’t let go.

“Liam Sullivan. Oh, I’m on your fantasy team? The next time you see my name, I want you to remember I’m the one who fucks her in the way you never could. She screams my name, and I doubt she even pretend to moan yours. Stay on the line and listen if you want to find out for yourself, but if I hear you call her that word again, you won’t like what happens next.”

He tosses my phone somewhere in the pillows, not bothering to hang up, and brings my thighs to my chest. A moan laced around a laugh falls out of me, the last few minutes feeling like a fever dream.

“Look at me, Piper,” he says, and tenderness replaces the fury in his eyes. “I will never talk to you like that. I will never treat you how he treated you. With me, you’re safe. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper, and a word has never meant more. I reach out and touch his chest, my hand directly over his heart. “I’m yours, you know.”

He sinks into me again, and time passes slowly. I don’t know how long he fucks me, how long he stays inside me, only that it’s the most perfect place in the world.

We fall apart together in a mess of labored breaths as he kisses me then kisses me again, the phone and my past long forgotten.

FORTY-SEVEN

LIAM

“Playing well tonight, Goalie Daddy.”Maverick knocks my stick with his in the locker room. “Nice save before intermission.”

“Thanks.” I tug off my gloves and bend over to re-lace my skates, grateful for a few minutes to sit down. “And thanks for keeping the offense on the other end of the ice. This game is a lot more fun when I have a second to breathe.”

Maverick laughs and grabs his water bottle. “Just doing my job, man.”

I move my attention to the other skate, unknotting the laces and pulling them free. I check to see if my ring is in the spot I’ve tucked it the last dozen games, and when I can’t find it anywhere, I freeze.

“Shit.” I take off the skate and shake it upside down, waiting for the metal to fall onto the locker room floor. Nothing comes. “Shit.”

“You okay?” Hudson asks.

---