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“Because it’s my job to take care of you. You need to be able to walk into work tomorrow.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, earning another groan. “Limping works just fine.”
He gave me his signature scowl.
“Liam, I’ve got years of going without to make up for, and…” My heart squeezed. “We’ve only got a few weeks.”
“I know. But—”
“Remember what I said last night? I’m not fragile. You won’t break me.”
“I’m more worried about you breaking me,” he said, and while there was a teasing note to the words, there was something else there, too.
I didn’t want to ruin our perfect day by thinking about the future and how much it’d suck to have so much distance between us again, so I stuck with the teasing. “You do look super fragile. Especially those arms…” I jerked against my finger manacles, and when Liam loosened his hold, I ran my hands up the limbs I’d mentioned, basking in the dips and grooves and the way his muscles twitched under my fingertips. “The thighs, too.” I flattened my palms against them and moved up, up, up, purposely brushing his balls and lightly trailing my fingernails up his shaft. “Here feels pretty hard, though.”
The line of his jaw went rigid, and he shook his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Death by sex seems a good way to go—I can say that now.”
He cracked a smile and brushed my hair from my eyes. “You tell me if it hurts and we need to stop. Promise?”
I nodded.
“We’ll definitely get to bending you over the back of the couch sometime, but right now, I want you underneath me. I want to stare into your eyes as you come apart.”
My breathing went ragged again. “Keep talking like that and you’ll get your wish.”
He grinned, the last of his worries melting from his features. Then he put on a condom and carefully eased inside me. We adjusted a few times until we found the right position and rhythm, and as that familiar tingly energy wound through me, I clung to this moment, to this man, and then a different, deeper orgasm than I’d ever had before rocketed through me.
And just like that, I knew I’d never be the same again.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Liam
For some reason, Monday seemed twice as long as usual. The business stuff we’d neglected the week before Finn’s fight had stacked up, and no matter how many things I took care of, I’d turn and find five more.
Through Dad’s open office door, I could see Finn teaching the last class of the day—no rest for the wicked, even if the wicked still had the remains of a split lip and a black eye. At least the swelling had gone down. Now he just looked as tough as he was, instead of sporting the pretty-boy looks I teased him about. Honestly, I was proud of him. That fight had been close and now he and I were top contenders in our respective weight classes.
My shot just happened to be sooner.I’ve got less than a week to really enjoy this thing with Chelsea, and then the last two weeks she’s here…As much as I’d want to enjoy every single day and spend as much time as possible with her, that’d be a good way to lose my upcoming bout. No belt. All that work to go home and slide back down the ranks.
Just like the time I’d lost to Carlos. While I wanted to shove thoughts of that as far away as possible, I couldn’t let myself forget that Chelsea had been a distraction leading up to that fight. How disappointed Dad and my teammates had been, and how much time and money we’d expended as I worked my way back to the top.
If I failed to win that belt… I could see the headlines now.
Blake “Bring the Wroth” Roth’s son unable to live up to his father.
Too little wroth thanks to too much time with a redhead who makes the world better.
Well, they probably wouldn’t know about that last part.
Logically, it was a waste to spendyearsgetting to this point to throw it away for two weeks of fun. Ihadto remember that, no matter how much I cared about the woman providing the fun.
Maybe someday…That was a dangerous thought, too. One I couldn’t linger on.
I was already behind, and thoughts of Chelsea and our weekend had been frequently distracting, no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on work.
Where was I before I got sucked down another path that led to Chelsea?Instead of helping my fuzzy memory, that question sent moments from our weekend flashing through my mind. Kissing her addictive lips. The way she’d smile against my mouth and more happiness than I’d ever felt would fill me.
