Page 69 of A Simple Reminder

Heat invades my cheeks at his words, and I bite my bottom lip, trying to steady the wild pulse coursing through me.

His teeth nip at my bottom lip, and I release it into his mouth as he sucks it in. A moan escapes me, muffled against his lips as his tongue finds mine, deepening the kiss with a hunger that leaves me breathless.

His hand moves exactly where I need him, his fingers finding me with skilled precision. My back arches against the desk, my body surrendering completely to his touch. His fingers slide inside me, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. Small moans spill from my lips, uncontrollable, as he pumps into me, his mouth latched onto the sweet spot at the base of my neck, sucking just enough to leave a mark.

His thumb finds the spot that aches for him, and he moves in a slow, teasing circle. My hand clutches at his shoulders, needing to hold on to something, anything, as the intensity of his touch builds, pure pleasure radiating through me.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my legs starting to tremble. His lips find mine again, and he swallows the loud moan I let out as he quickens his pace. “Never,” he whispers against my lips.

The world is narrowing down to just him—his mouth, his hands, his body pressed against mine. I’m so close, so close to falling off the edge so close to–

There’s a sharp knocking sound on the door, and both of us freeze.

“Liam?”Is that Jared?“Lilly said you had some free time. Ehm, we need to talk.”

For a split second, Liam doesn’t move, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers still inside me, still keeping the pressure on my clit.Oh my God, I’m dying.“Liam,” I whisper-moan against his lips, wiggling against his hand. He swears under his breath, moving his forehead to rest against mine.

“Ignore it, please,” I whisper desperately, but the knock comes again, more insistent this time. ”I need to speak with you, Liam.”

With a frustrated groan, Liam pulls away, his body still close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from him.

“Yeah?” Liam calls, his voice tight with irritation.

Jared’s voice filters through the door. “I need to talk to you about the concepts.”

Liam looks at me, eyes dark, filled with frustration and a heat that hasn’t disappeared.

“I’m busy now.”

“It’s important.”

His thumb brushes lightly against my inner thigh, sending a shiver racing through me as he pulls away. He points at me, his gaze sharp and unrelenting, like he’s branding me with the promise of his words. “This isn’t over,” he says, his voice low, dangerous, and laced with dark intent.

I nod, biting my lip to suppress the desire still pulsing through me as he straightens, steps back, and reluctantly pulls me off the desk.

“I’ll be right there,” he calls out to Jared.

His eyes never leave mine as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking them as he tastes the need I have for him. My mouth drops open, my breath catches in my throat and I almost come on the spot. “Just as I remember—delicious,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

I can’t even find the words to respond. All I know is that the sight of his lips, those fingers in his mouth, makes my stomach twist in a way that has me imagining them somewhere else—back between my thighs.

Meanwhile, Liam is already slipping his shirt back on, his movement controlled. In one smooth motion, he picks up my pantyhose from the floor and casually tosses them behind his desk with a smirk.

“Sophie. Hide,” his voice is sharp enough to slice through my heated daydream.

I blink, startled, still struggling to pull myself back to reality. “Wh-what?”

Before I can process, he steps close, his hand gripping my face firmly, tilting it up so I can’t escape the intensity in his eyes. He presses a slow, deliberate kiss to my lips, leaving me breathless.

“Under the desk, Sunshine. Now.”

My skin feels like it’s on fire, my body still thrumming with the need he’s ignited. On shaky legs, I move, sinking to my knees and slipping beneath the desk. The moment I’m tucked away, his presence looms above me, commanding and inescapable.

Unable to stop myself, my hand drifts down, desperate to alleviate the unbearable ache building between my thighs. But before I can even brush against it, Liam’s hand is there, gripping my wrist firmly, his touch possessive and unyielding. His eyes burn with a dangerous warning as he crouches slightly.

“No,” he growls, his voice a dark, possessive command that sends a shiver straight through me. His grip on my wrist tightens, his gaze locking on mine, burning with an intensity that steals my breath. “That’s mine.”

The sheer dominance in his words sends a jolt of electricity through me, my pulse racing as my body betrays me in ways I can’t control. My breath hitches, and I lock eyes with him from under the desk, his hand still gripping mine, firm and unyielding, as if claiming me without a single word more.

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