Page 87 of Pleasure Island

“This is perfect,”Michelle said, staring out over the water.

“We’ll have a bamboo arbor,” Millie said, pushing some photos into Michelle’s hands.

I stood at the side, mostly observing. Between Millie and the events planner, Paige, there wasn’t much I needed to do, but Millie most likely wouldn’t be around for the next wedding.

I needed to know this stuff.

But instead of thinking about bamboo arbors and a matching wedding aisle, or the flowers that were being rushed in for the event, I was thinking about Liam.

He stood next to Jake, and I had the feeling he was there mostly for manly support. Jake, to his credit, hadn’t so much as flicked an eyelash as Millie and Michelle went through the colors Michelle wanted to use, and he’d voiced his opinions on the simple wedding that was all but being thrown together.

Something told me that if Michelle would be happy with a justice of the peace ceremony, then Jake wouldn’t have minded a bit.

But she wanted a real wedding, and that was what he wanted for her.

As if sensing my attention, Liam flicked a look my way.

We’d spent all night last night together, but it still felt like it had been too long since he’d touched me. Going three weeks without him had made me certain of one thing – I didn’tlikegoing without him. At all.

But it wasn’t like we could sneak off right now.

* * *

I bent over the desk.

Liam stood behind me.

His hands gripped my hips and held me steady, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

We were in one of the small conference rooms.

Down the hall, in less than five minutes, we were supposed to be meeting my grandmother, Jake, and Michelle for a status update on the wedding.

Liam and I had been walking together, after spotting the open door, I tugged him inside.

One teasing kiss had led to another which had led to me being bent over a table while Liam thrust into me from behind.

Pressing my flaming face to the table, I clung to the edge, forced up onto my toes by the impact of his next thrust.

Hot, greedy lust balled inside me, and I tightened around him, squeezing his cock as if that alone could keep him inside me.

He grunted behind me, and I shuddered, the raw, hungry sound only adding to everything I felt.

We moved together in a near frantic rhythm, and Liam reached up, grabbing my shoulders, holding me tight.

His cock swelled and jerked inside me.

I bit my inner cheek to keep from crying out as I tried uselessly to press back against him. I had no leverage, I could hardly move.

But Liam could, and the next thrust of his hips had the head of his dick rubbing right over my G-spot.

I was going to bite my lip bloody to stay quiet.

I came hard, and not even a few seconds later, he stiffened against me, his own climax slamming into him.

My knees buckled under me.

Only the table beneath me kept me in position. I had no strength left in my legs, in my arms.

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