Page 45 of Baby For My Ex's Brother

My pulse hammers in my throat as I watch him pocket my underwear. Everything else fades away—my concerns about Derek Turner, Nora's predicament, the forbidden nature of what we're doing.

There's just Liam and the overwhelming need I have for him.

"Want to be good for me, Shiloh?" he asks, his tone teasing yet commanding.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“I want you to suck my cock, Shiloh. Can you do that?”

I nod, wordlessly sinking to my knees on the plush carpet of his office. My hands are slightly shaky as I reach for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with practiced ease.

His slacks follow, the zipper sounding impossibly loud in the quiet of the room. As my hands linger at the waist of his briefs, his cock jutting out against the soft fabric, my gaze flits to the door.

"We're alone," Liam assures me, his voice low and rough. "No one will interrupt us."

His words are meant to comfort, but they only serve to heighten the illicit thrill. Alone. Just Liam and me, and the raw desire that pulses between us like a living thing. With a deep breath, I try to steady myself, focusing on the man before me and the undeniable connection that refuses to be ignored.

I slide the briefs down, and his cock springs free. It’s hard, demanding attention, and I take it in my hand. The weight of him, the feel of hot skin against my palm sends a jolt through me. I stroke him, watching as he groans, head thrown back at the sensation.

"Shiloh," he says, voice strained with pleasure as he looks down at me.

Suddenly, his hand reaches out, fingers pulling the pin from my hair. My blonde curls cascade over my shoulders, framing my face. He wraps a fistful of my hair in his grasp, a gentle yet firm pull that sends a message—I'm his to control, here and now.

With no more words between us, I lean forward and part my lips, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him, the heat, the unmistakable scent—it's intoxicating, it's Liam. I run my tongue along the underside, then take him deeper, feeling every inch of him.

He fucks my mouth slowly at first, guiding the rhythm with the hold on my hair. But soon, his hips begin to move with moreurgency. And it's not just about the physical anymore; I can tell he's lost in this as much as I am.

"Shiloh," he breathes out again, his voice barely above a whisper but loaded with all the tension we've been dancing around. "This...working with you. It's fucking torture."

His admission strikes a chord deep within me, igniting a spark that threatens to consume us both.

"From that first day you walked into my office," he continues, his thrusts becoming more erratic, "I knew I wanted you. Wanted to bend you over my desk, claim you as mine."

Hearing those words, knowing they echo my own hidden desires, I feel a surge of arousal between my legs. The forbidden nature of our relationship, the taboo of wanting your boss—my brother's ex—becomes the very fuel that drives my need for him.

As I suck him harder, drawing out his pleasure, I know that I'm not just addicted to the push and pull between us. I'm addicted to Liam, to the way he makes me feel both powerful and powerless at once.

And right here, on my knees, I'm exactly where I want to be.

His hand tightens in my hair, tugging just enough to send a sharp thrill through me. I can't help the moan that escapes as I take him deeper, feeling every inch of his desire.

Liam's groans grow louder, filling the room with the raw sound of his need.

"God, Shiloh...you don't know what you do to me," he confesses between ragged breaths. "Every damn meeting, I'm picturing this—your mouth on me."

The thought of him sitting there, in board meetings, imagining my lips wrapped around his cock, sends a hot flush through my body. I'm drenched, and it's not just from wanting him; it's from the power of being wanted uncontrollably by someone like Liam.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I glance up, locking eyes with him, and find them darkened with a hunger that mirrors my own. In this moment, we're not boss and employee, not brother's ex and sister-in-law. We're just two people, consumed by a need so intense it blurs all the lines we're not supposed to cross.

"Shiloh, I've dreamt of this since the first time I saw you," he admits, his control slipping as he fucks my mouth with growing fervor. "I wanted to make you mine, even when I knew I shouldn't."

His pace quickens, his grip on my hair tightens. Suddenly, he yanks me upward, his strength undeniable, and I’m on my feet in an instant back against the bookshelf. A heavy thud echoes through the room as an antique legal text is knocked loose, tumbling to the floor with a cloud of dust.

“I’ll get it,” I pant, half-dazed

"Don’t bother. Wrap your legs around my waist, sweetheart," Liam instructs, voice low and rough. His command brooks no argument, and I don't want to argue. I want to obey, to feel him, to be consumed by him.

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