Page 34 of Desperate Measures

And until she did, I needed to stamp myself all over her.

“Feels so good. Don’t stop. Please, Liam,” she moaned my name as her pussy tightened.

This time, I didn’t wait. This time, I fell right over the cliff with her.

My cock pulsed as I came, filling her up with my hot essence. It was like jumping off a cliff, but not into some vast unknown. At the bottom, the water was cold and beneath the waves were rocks. It was going to hurt like hell when I landed.

But I jumped anyway. I chased a kind of pleasure I’d never had before.

Only she could deliver it.

Only she could deliver me.

But the question was, would she? When all was said and done, would this soft woman offer me deliverance? The kind I’d never found with anyone, anywhere else.

Fuck.

Marrying Michaela might have saved my business, but I think it might have damned me as well.

If I wasn’t careful, I would lose myself, and that was something I couldn’t allow.

Chapter 12-Michaela

Aweek had passed since our wedding night, and I was sad to say I’d spent the majority of that time alone.

Liam had been noticeably MIA. In fact, I went to bed alone every night since.

Our relationship was tenuous, I knew that. It was rash and reckless to fall headfirst into bed with any man, but a man I used to have a massive crush on?

Well, that was just plain dumb.

At first, I appreciated the space he was giving me. But after the first two days had passed, I began to have some doubts.

I was not a virgin, but it had been a while since my last relationship. Longer since that, I’d had sex with an actual person and not something with a rechargeable battery.

I wondered briefly if the nano batteries he was looking to manufacture could be used inside sex toys and decided immediately that,yes, they damn well could.

Still, doubts consumed me.

We should have never had sex that night.

Having sex with Liam was beyond my wildest dreams, and I could dream with the best of them. But it stirred up old feelings for me, and sap that I was, they likely showed.

That must have been terribly awkward for him, and I was embarrassed.

Liam was a nice guy, I mean, from what I could tell, but he didn’t care about me like that.

Obviously.

The man ran from my bed like I set his dick on fire or something.

Self-consciousness reared its ugly head as I considered my shape and his. He was fit. Probably worked out. And I sure as heck didn’t.

I was comfortable in my skin, but I knew many people weren’t.

People always assumed I was on a diet or something, and they would even ask me how it was going, which sucked for obvious reasons.

When someone asked me how I was doing on my diet, I’d always say fine. Because I was doing fine.

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