Page 35 of A Promise For Tomorrow

“I forgot something.”I didn’t. But perhaps the memory of me finger fucking her on this desk will decide how our night is going to go.

Eyes like melted chocolate widen as I close the door behind us. The black of her pupils expands as she takes in my oak desk.

This room.This desk.My heart rate picks up until it’s punishing my ribs. The night we came into this office changed our course. It changedeverything. Being back here right now has my breasts pressing against the tight fabric of Selena’s dress.

Liam casually strolls around his desk, digging through his top drawer for God knows what. Part of me feels he brought me in here to toy with me. I guess I’ve been toying with him, too. My little lip gloss stunt was something I used to do around him. It worked like a charm, always invoking passionate kisses that led tomore.

Lifting my chin, I watch as he collects a roll of condoms and tucks them into his pocket.

He strolls back around the desk and leans against it, crossing his arms over his broad chest. A tattooed hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“What are we doing, Madison? Because right now, I want to rip that fucking dress off you and fuck you right here on my desk. I want to cross the line we never got to the last time we were in here together.”

I bite my lower lip as my hesitant eyes meet his. Lust ping pongs between us, waiting for one of us to stumble first.

“We…” Isay shakily, sliding my tongue over my lips to wet them.

He takes one determined step forward.

“Lex and Con...” I look behind me at the door.

When I turn around he’s in my space, smelling of lavender and cedarwood.

Anddestruction.

His hands come up to cup both sides of my jaw. Lowering his scruffy face to mine, he inches closer until our noses touch and his lips are a breath away.

“I miss you, baby,” he groans.

“I miss you, too. But… Liam… this feels so…foreign. It’s not like I’ve dated two men before. If that’s what we are doing here. I don’t know how this works. I’mmarried. And until I get a divorce that title feels binding. It feels wrong to want to fuck you,” I ramble, listing every excuse in the book.

The truth is, I want to see if my feelings for Liam are still alive. I just feel extremely guilty for doing so. For Lainey’s sake and for Diego. Even though both men let me know I am free to make my own choices, it feels like I’m cheating on them both.

“Stop overthinking. Follow what you’re feeling in this moment. Let your heart lead you. Diego knows what we are up to tonight. Just feel, baby.” His soft lips brush against mine as he says it.

Liam walks us back until I hit the door and cages me in like he always does. It feels so good having his firm body pressed against mine. Those muscular arms act like blinders on either side of me.

All I canseeis him.

All I canfeelis him.

Like the familiar ridge of his erection grinding into me.

My nipples harden under the thin fabric of this dress. I opted to go braless, considering the dress is a little tight. You can see every edge and strap outline.

Rough hands slide up the side of my thighs and grip my ass.

Oh, fuck it.

I jump up and wrap my arms and legs around him. The black satin fabric rides up as he presses his hard length further into the apex of my thighs. As I moan he claims my lips and devours them like a starved man. His tongue fights with mine for dominance as groans leave both our mouths.

“Mmm, baby. Look how easy it is to fall back into us again.”

“Stop talking. I don’t want to think. I need to feel, Liam,” I beg.

I shut him up, kissing him hard as his hand slides my lace panties over, slipping his fingers through my arousal.

My head slams back against the wooden door at the feel of his fingers breaching my entrance. They slide all the way in up to his knuckles. The fullness leaves me breathless. Tattooed fingers curl inside me, hitting my G-spot just right. I start panting as his lips lick and suck on my neck. Chest rising and falling, desire and passion sweep over me. The sound of his metal belt unclasping warns me of what’s next.

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