Page 59 of Love Me

“Terrible.”

“Han, just last week you told her that if she didn’t drink her milk her bones would turn to jelly. We just tell her that you guys have to stay with me for a while because the dog needs her to take care of him. Something little, skirting the truth.”

I think about his words, and while Liam lives on the other side of town and it would give me a little commute, it would also make this look more legit to my parents, which is the whole point of this arrangement anyway. To have the added perk of using this gift of a bathtub every night isn’t a bad sell.

“Alright, maybe you’re right. But ask me again when I’m not being manipulated by you and your elite bathroom.”

“That’s fair. But I’m not letting this go. Especially if you’re my wife.”

My breath catches in my throat, my eyelids fluttering closed from the rush of emotions flowing through my veins. My heart begins to race, quick and erratic, as I work to steady my reaction to his words. Liam’s hand reaches out, brushing his fingertips over my forehead, my temple, and settling with hisopen palm cradling my face. I tilt my head slightly, savoring the feeling of his touch. But, in typical Liam fashion, he doesn’t miss a thing when it comes to me.

“You like that. Don’t you? It turns you on.”

“What does?”

“When I call youmy wife.”

The little gasp that leaves my lips is uncontrolled and gives me away. Why the hell does that sound so good?“It’s clear you need to get used to me touching you the way a husband touches his wife.”I’m fucked. Because right now, everything else be damned.

“Yeah, you like it, beauty. No use in trying to hide it from me because I notice everything when it comes to you.”

Feeling confident and irresponsible, I lift my hand above the water, sweeping my fingers across my collarbone before dragging them between my breasts, pausing there to grab both in each of my palms, squeezing and massaging before gently tugging at the piercings through each of my nipples. The little sting of pain goes straight to my clit.

“Hannah . . .” The way my name sounds rolling off of his tongue should be a sin. His voice has dropped to that husky, rich tone that holds so much depth.

I flatten my palms and slide them farther down until I reach my hips, letting my eyes fall closed as I let go. My fingers brush through the trimmed landing strip of hair at my center, anticipation and the strong craving to feel good overcoming me.

A deep masculine groan rumbles from his chest through his throat as my fingers spread open my pussy lips, my other hand slipping between and finding my clit.

“That’s my girl. Play with that pretty pussy. Tell me how it feels.”

Mother above and all things good, I had no idea Liamwould have such a dirty mouth and that it would do such filthy things to me.

“It feels so good.”

“Good, baby. Shit, you don’t know how badly I want to touch you. Feel how silky your skin is, how wet your pussy is. Spread your legs farther for me, Hannah. Let me watch.”

I do as he says, opening my legs as wide as the tub allows. I hear him shuffling around, and when I open my eyes, he’s changed his seating, now positioned closer to where my legs are currently spread wide enough to give him another full view between them.

“That’s my good girl. Dip your fingers inside, fuck yourself with them.”

Following his directions, I slide my fingers down, pressing my middle finger inside, pumping twice before adding a second, rubbing my palm along my clit as I do.

“Just like that. Fuck, you look so good spread out like this for me. Bring those fingers back up to your clit.” I eagerly pull out, dragging them to circle around my throbbing clit, chasing my orgasm that seems just out of reach. “Yeah, baby. Make yourself come for me.”

“Oh, yessss.”

“I love watching you come, Hannah. So fucking pretty.”

“Aah. Liam. I need . . . Fuck.”

“Anything, baby. Tell me what you need.” Fuck, his voice sounds so desperate, like he’s on the cusp of snapping, the restraint too taut to be stretched any farther. But we can’t cross that line. No matter how badly I want to right now. Fuck.

“I don’t know,” I tell him, my voice needy and nearly a whine.

“Fuck, Hannah. If I could touch you right now, I’d sit your ass on the edge, spread your legs, and lick your pussy.”

“Oh, fuck, yes, Liam.”

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