Page 66 of The CEO I Hate

Yes, say my fucking name,I thought as my own orgasm exploded through me, cascading up my spine to the top of my head and then sending bliss radiating out across my body. I groaned, driving into her twice more. When the intensity had subsided enough for me to get my bearings, I slipped out, disposing of the condom, and rolled over, pulling Mia into my arms.

“Holy shit,” she said.

I hummed, echoing her sentiments.

“That was…” She sat up on her elbow, a funny little smile on her face.

“The warm-up,” I cut in, pulling her close. “Take a breather. You’re gonna need it.”

22

MIA

Iwoke snuggled against a broad, warm chest, and for a moment, I just basked in Liam’s presence. In the fact that he was naked beside me. And I was naked too. In his bed! With my post-sex hair and the sheets tangled around my waist. I couldn’t remember when the activities had ended last night.

I remembered letting my eyes drift closed after round I-lost-count, thinking I’d open them in a minute and start touching him again. But next thing I knew, it was morning. As I looked at him now, two things were true: one, there was a strong pulsing between my thighs, hungry for more of him; and two, I really had to pee.

My bladder won out, and I carefully untangled myself from the covers, trying not to wake him. I didn’t know how frequently Liam let himself sleep in. I suspected it wasn’t often—and I didn’t want to spoil this for him—or formeif, as I feared, he woke up to realize this had been a monumental mistake. I wanted to exist in this perfect little bubble for a while longer, so every move was calculated as I rolled to the edge of his king-sized bed.

As I sat up, I squinted at the floor, trying to figure out what clothing piles were mine. Getting dressed felt like too much effort, so I abandoned the clothes, padding straight over to the ensuite bathroom.

After doing my business and cleaning up, I got a good look at my hair in the mirror and decided I was just going to shave my head. Taming those curls would take five years or so. Not to mention the time and effort it would take to cover up the red marks on my neck and chest where Liam had sucked kisses all night.

My heart bloomed at the sight, but I still laughed and dropped my head into my hands. I was going to have to break out a turtleneck before I went into the studio. Hell, I was going to need to find one before I saw Jake. He’d probably assume the party responsible was justsome other guy, some random hookup, but he’d still wrinkle his nose, hating the douche that did it to me on principle.

Some random hookup. My chest tightened.

I didn’t want this to be that.

I returned to the room, tiptoeing as quietly as I could. I shouldn’t have worried though. Liam Lockhart apparently slept like the dead—and snored a little. But in an acceptable way.

I picked up my phone from the nightstand. I’d texted Sophie last night at some point between rounds to let her know I wouldn’t be coming home so she wouldn’t worry. She’d sent me three emojis. One thumbs-up. One kissy face. And an eggplant. I put the phone down and climbed back into bed. Maybe if I was really lucky, I’d get another half hour of cozy comfort before the world arrived to rip it all away.

I tucked myself under the blankets, shifting closer to Liam again. He reached his arm out, snagging me around the waist and hauling me into his arms.

“You’re awake!” I said, surprised.

He cracked one eye open to look at me, then closed it again. “Been awake for a while.”

“What do you mean ‘a while’? You’ve been pretending to sleep while I tiptoed all over the room?”

“Watching your ninja moves while trying to get out of bed was very entertaining.”

I whacked him gently on the chest. “Liam!”

“What? You think I’m gonna interrupt a naked woman wandering around my room?” His arms tightened around me. “That’s a show I’ll never say no to.”

“Mm-hmm,” I said. He turned his head to nip at my neck, and I pulled back. “Don’t mark me any more. I’m gonna have a hard enough time hiding this as it is.”

“I’ll mark you in any way I like,” Liam growled, running his hands over the mark on my neck. His touch felt proprietary, possessive.

Emotion swirled in my chest, sinking straight to my gut, making that pulse between my legs almost unbearable. I wrapped my thigh over his hip, looking for friction.

“I mark what’s mine,” he said, his voice softer but no less intense. He reached down, grabbed a handful of my ass, and rocked my body against his. I whimpered at the sensation. Scientists should study how quickly this man could send me from zero to one hundred. I wanted papers published on this feeling alone.

Liam’s hand curled between my thighs and my eyes fluttered closed—God, yes!—and then my phone started ringing.

“God, no,” I grumbled.

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