Page 100 of Not That Impossible

“I’m not your type. You sampled the goods. One and done. I wasn’t good enough for you to come back for seconds. Last time I did this, it worked like a charm. You were aaall over me.” I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt. “But look, now I can do it and—”

Liam lunged at me and caught my hands.

I’d got the t-shirt up by about an inch. A strip of skin showed; my lower stomach, and the start of my V-cut.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

I gave the t-shirt a tug upward.

He gave it a tug down.

I let go, poked him in the bellybutton, and when he doubled over with an involuntaryoof, yanked my t-shirt up.

“Jasper,” he growled. This time he caught the t-shirt at armpit height.

I squirmed, bent my knees, and wriggled out of it. I straightened triumphantly. “What’s the matter?” I said. “It’s not like this does anything for you.” I threw my arms out, and ignored the way my voice quavered. I was almost sure he didn’t notice it.

Liam let out a harsh breath.

“These?” I stroked my abs. “Too much, right? Unnecessary.” I stepped into him until we were nose to nose. Eye to eye. “I’m too tall.” I pushed him back a step. “Too strong.”

His hands flashed out and he gripped my sides. I sucked in a breath and my spine arched reflexively. I waited for him to shove me back, but he didn’t. He was still breathing hard, like he was on mile nine of a ten-mile run. His face was tight.

I put my hands on my waistband.

His hands covered mine instantly. “Jasper,” he said, warningly.

And then we went down in a thrashing heap as I tried to get naked and he tried to stop me.

I genuinely didn’t know what I thought I was proving at that point, it had gone sideways so quickly.

All I knew was that I had Liam on top of me, breathing hard, his hands on my skin, his attention for me alone.

He could have walked out and left me standing there with my dick out like a pillock.

But instead, he was on me, over me.

I could have reversed our position at any time, but I let him straddle me, hold my hands down, and we were panting against each other’s open mouths. He tilted his head and I leaned up for him.

Before we made contact, his phone rang.

His eyes closed as if in pain.

I pushed up desperately, but he stopped me with a gentle hand laid over my throat. “I don’t have the time for this,” he whispered against my lips, and was up, off, and gone.

I lay there and contemplated the ceiling.

What the fuck just happened?

My whole,Look at what you passed up,and,Hey guess what, it’s too late because you’ll never have it againperformance lasted pretty much until he pinned me down and then once again, I went limp.

I don’t have the time for this.

I rolled to my feet and stalked over to the computer. I sat down, scooted my chair close, and dragged the external keyboard onto my lap.

I opened up a new document.

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