Page 41 of Persuading Liam

Her smile lights up every atom of my body. “Oh yeah? How do you know she came for you and not for a cider with her coworker?”

I walk over to her, lean over her computer and a purring cat, and kiss her lips as if they belong to me. When I stand up, her eyes have that glassy, fuck-me look that I’m beginning to crave. “Just a feeling. Was I wrong?”

She clears her throat, and I can feel the need in her from where I stand. It’s almost as strong as mine. “No.”

“Good.” I tweak her chin, loving how her eyes follow mine as if she’s addicted. “I’ve been thinking about what I want to do with you tonight.”

“You have?”

“Every minute,” I assure her. “Want to come find out?”

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MARLEY

Do I want to come find out? I don’t think a more ridiculous question has ever been asked and I spent years writing clickbait.

I can’t think of a word that would adequately explain just how much I would like to come find out because that single kiss turned my brain to mush. All I can do is tenderly urge Stephen to hit the road, close my laptop, and stand on wobbly legs.

My hands shake as I reach out to put my hands on his abs—amazed that I get to touch him—that hewantsme to touch him.

“Marley,” he grumbles under his breath when my fingers search out the hard muscles beneath his shirt. His hands fall at my hips and gently tug my T-shirt up and off my body. “You were all I could think about all day," he says moving in for a deep kiss that makes me so weak he has to twine an arm around my back to keep me upright.

“Your taste,” he adds, dragging his sinful mouth down my neck. “Your smell.”

I gasp as his tongue teases the soft flesh below my ear. Goosebumps radiate through my body and I find myselfgripping him as if he’s the only thing keeping me from floating away.

His free hand dips into the front of my leggings and I cry out when his forefinger strokes my clit in a languid movement. “Liam, yes.”

“I love the way you say my name,” he growls, stroking me again. “I love how wet you are for me.” He grinds his cock into my sensitive pussy. “Do you feel how excited you make me?”

Dizzy, barely upright, I nod. “I need you,” I whisper with the last bit of strength I have. “I’ve been aching for you all day.”

“Yeah?” He asks, grinning like the devil himself.

I nod again.

“Well, that’s the best fucking news I’ve ever heard.” His eyes flash with the feral look I saw first last night and before I know what is happening, he’s stripped me of my leggings and panties,and positions me on my knees on the sofa.

“That’s it,” he says as I arch my back, lifting my ass up for him. “Just one last thing.”

I grip the back of the sofa, heady from the feeling of being so desired, of holding my ass in the air for him to take, for not knowing but already loving what comes next.

“I’m going to tie your hands together with these pretty panties of yours, gorgeous. Is that okay?”

A moan escapes me at the thought of being bound again. “Yes, please.”

I hear some sort of pained growl in reaction to my exceedingly husky voice. “Fuck Marley, you are incredible.”

I pant in anticipation as he slips my silk panties around one wrist before looping them around the other. It’s not tight, but I don’t need tight. I just need the sensation.

“Liam,” I groan, feeling like I might go crazy if I don’t feel him soon.

“I’m right here, Baby,” he assures me.

I can hear him undressing quickly, the soft sound of his shirt landing in the corner, the thud of each shoe, the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and each slight vibration goes right to my clit.

Finally, his hands land on my cheeks and spread them wide. “Marley,” he pants, drawing his fingers across my clit, before burying them inside me. “You are killing me with this perfect ass.” He strokes his hand deep. “With this perfect pussy.”

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