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Liam’s heart, which had only just returned to a normal pace, suddenly lurched back into a sprint. He’d figured this would be a one-and-done situation, at least for the day. Even now, a part of him still saw Anna as prim and proper, not the kind of womanwho looked at a cock covered in cum and then asked when the next round could begin.

“I’m pretty quick when it comes to recovering, so you could probably revive me without too much difficulty. If that’s what you want.”

Shifting, Anna turned her brilliant eyes up. “Is that whatyouwant?”

With her perceptiveness, she could surely feel his heart’s thunderous answer, yet she awaited his verbal response all the same.

“I’d never say no to another round, not after how good you made me feel,” he said, which caused Anna to adorn a small smile. “Just ensure I have enough time for you. I want to spend some time with your breasts again.”

Blushing fiercely, Anna nodded. “There’s time for it. At least an hour or two.”

“I hope it’s two,” he whispered, kissing her as her hand began a second round of blissful activity.

He came twice when all was said and done, and Anna hit double digits. After making more of a mess of him with her soft, slick hand, they spent a decent amount of time cleaning him up. Left in a state where Anna needed to grab him some help for the cleanup, Liam stared at the ceiling while he waited. What was it about this apartment that earned him such luck? Ever since he’d first visited, his entire world had pivoted into a dreamland.

A certain redhead would claim that she was wholly responsible, and he supposed he’d be hard-pressed to deny it. Still, it almost felt supernatural, or at least fantastical, how far he’d come from that day he’d first sat down on this very couch.

And he still had much further to go. More he wanted to do, see, experience. Soon, Fiji. And then summer break. And then, and then, and then. How would this all look in a year? Thehopefulness he felt within the deepest part of his soul, not laden with anxiety or worry, left him feeling giddy.

Anna soon returned, and they cleaned him up well enough for him to sit and stand. Once his mess was solved, he grabbed Anna by the hand and pulled her to her bedroom.

“Hey, Sammy,” he said, nodding at the grey sloth he’d purchased for Anna for Christmas. As he’d discovered, it was more of a sleep aid than anything else, though its results had been mixed. Stress kept Anna awake in bed for far longer than she would like. Stress about her situation. Stress caused by her father.

Determined to exhaust her thoroughly so she might fall asleep quickly once she returned to this bed tonight, Liam reintroduced his hands and mouth to Anna’s sensitive breasts. After her first gasping climax, with her permission, he sent a few wet fingers toward her sex. That sped things up, though he didn’t intend to rush anything. If they had an hour or two, he intended to use that time fully.

Nevertheless, under dual assault, Anna’s lusty cries grew in intensity and frequency, as did her euphoric writhing. Rushing her hands through his hair as he sucked on one of her pert nipples, she cried out his name, bucking her hips up as the pleasure rippling through her overcame all coherent thought.

Afterward, Liam allowed her to catch her breath, admiring the heat emanating from her body into his face.

“Again?” he asked.

“Please,” Anna croaked, face flushed.

Unlike Tess and Avril, Anna had a breaking point. A point where her body, not used to what was happening to it, reached overstimulation. Even with some tiny breaks allowing her to catch her breath, she finally gasped a request for relief, not further stimulation.

It then became his turn to care for her. First, he checked if she felt alright, then nodded once she explained that she simply needed to stop here. Nodding understandably, Liam spent the next few minutes cuddling with Anna, whispering about how wonderful the day had so far been. Eventually, once Anna revealed that her throat was particularly parched, they straightened their clothes and headed toward the kitchen.

It ended up lining up with Avril’s arrival fortuitously, as the two of them were in the process of hydrating after well over an hour spent in Anna’s bedroom when she finally arrived. Both their ears perked up when they heard someone unlock the front door, then open it. He and Anna shared a look.

Close. They’d been close to being discovered. Anna’s blush revealed that she was very aware of this fact. That Avril had nearly returned at a time when she would have heard muffled cries of pleasure coming from the other side of Anna’s door.

Close still meant safe, for the most part.

“I’ll go say hello, buy you another minute or two,” Liam whispered, kissing the corner of Anna’s mouth. He nodded toward the glass of water in her hand. “Finish that up.”

She nodded and let him go into the living room, where the woman who somehow mixed altruism and self-interest with effortless ease stood in all her ravishing beauty.

Among all the women he knew, even among the four gorgeous women who would soon be traveling to Fiji with him, the woman financing that trip wielded her sex appeal with the most ease. Victoria and Tess were hardly lacking in that department, and he knew his jaw would hit the sand when he saw them in their bikinis on the beach, but Avril Knight had to wear that crown. She was magnetic, and she pulled that off effortlessly, too. That was part of why he had to give her his vote, in fact.

Avril appeared perpetually ready for a photoshoot, risqué more often than not. The sexy redhead, a handful of years older than him, could simply exist and demand attention. She was tall and lovely, phenomenally curvaceous, shaped to enthrall anyone who laid eyes on her. It wasn’t fair. But when had Avril Knight ever been concerned with fairness?

On top of her eternal beauty, she exuded playful confidence as her default, to such degrees that it nearly qualified as an active pheromone. Indeed, she made him want to draw in close right now. Any curl of her lips stole hearts; any batting of her long eyelashes, behind which emeralds gleamed, could weaken knees. A simple stretch could still a hundred breaths, and earning her attention felt almost euphoric.

“Hey,” Avril said, giving him her attention, a curl of the lips, and batted eyelashes. “Where’s my roommate? You haven’t handcuffed her anywhere, have you?”

When it came to defense, there was none. So, Tess was right. The only way to survive Avril’s smoldering beauty was with offense. There was no other recourse outside of fleeing. And leaving Avril’s side was about the last thing he wanted to do.

“She’s in the kitchen, unrestrained,” he said, adding that last part when the curl of Avril’s lips increased. “I’m sure she’ll be right behind me.”

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