Page 105 of A Forgotten Mistake

“Just your dick,” I promise him.

“You asked for it out!”

“Oh god, don’t make me laugh when I… fuck…” I moan before clamping my hand over my mouth.

Liam chuckles before sinking down on me. I’m so close to the edge that I’m not quite sure how much more I can take. I tip my head back as I approach my peak, pleasure rippling through me.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper but he doesn’t pull off. I come in his hot mouth as I moan against my hand. He draws off my cock as he comes into one of the many tissues I’ve supplied him.

He tosses the tissue in the trash and looks up at me as I realize he has a red spot next to his eye where the tissue box assaulted him. “I’m sorry,” I say as I rub underneath it.

“I thought you said I’d look sexy with an eyepatch.”

“I have always wanted to have sex with a pirate,” I tease.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says as he tucks me back in a second before the door whips open. Liam’s still under the desk as I look up in horror that this person chose to not evenknockbefore barging in.

“Hey, I just got an alert that Abby Brown woke up,” Penny says. “Thought you guys would want to know.”

My heart is beating wildly out of my chest. At least we are both decent, but Liam is still under the desk, and when I glance down, he’s grinning at me, looking quite pleased as his finger sneaks up under the ankle of my pants.

“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll notify Liam.”

“Good. I’m headed out. If you need anything, let me know.”

She chooses to leave the door open, so I quickly get up and close the door before watching a very smug Liam crawl out from under the desk.

“We’re not doing that again,” I warn him.

“I’m thinking desk sex next time,” he says.

I jab a finger at him. “Nope! Not going to happen! Wishful thinking, my man.”

“‘My man’? What happened to ‘love,’ ‘darling,’ ‘my prince’?”

“You lost all of those the moment you made me be bad!” I say. “I’m the star student. I’m like Michaels’ prized child because I’m so well behaved.”

Liam just laughs. “Let’s go see Abby. I don’t know how long she’s been awake or how coherent she is, but she’s going to answer some questions, even if I have to torture them out of her.”

“So sweet and kind. She’s probably going to wish she’d stayed in her coma.”

“She wouldn’t be the first person to tell me they’d rather be in a coma than deal with me,” he informs me, like this is something to be proud of.

“As we head to the hospital, can you tell me a bit more about her?”

“Sure. She was annoying. She tried getting into my pants more than once, which is as awkward as it sounds.”

“Were you into boobs at that point?”

“Definitely not,” he assures me. “You seem to think that I possibly went through a stage in my life where I liked humans. You were the first human who snagged my attention.”

I think about that as we walk out to the car. “But you dated before?”

“A couple of times just to give the illusion that I was normal. Never lasted very long. If I wanted sex, it was one-night stands. You?”

“I dated a normal amount.”

“I would like to know their names… just to send them ‘You suck’ cards since I got you and they didn’t. I want to remind them what they no longer have. Did any of them ever break up with you? Or did you break up with them? If any of them broke up with you, I will torture them.”

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