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My breath catches in my throat, my pulse racing at the implication of her words. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I meet her gaze. There’s heat there, a promise of something more, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to sweep her into my arms and carry her away from the party.

But I know we can’t, not yet. We have a role to play, an act to maintain. So instead, I settle for a smirk, my hand squeezing hers as I murmur, “Tempting, but we should probably stay a little longer. Don’t want to raise any suspicions.” I glance toward her brother Jacob who’s sending assassin vibes my way.

Audrey pouts, her lower lip jutting out in a way that makes me want to capture it between my teeth. But she nods, her shoulders slumping in resignation. “Fine, but you owe me.” She leans closer, her hand on my crotch. “You, your cock and . . . I get to choose what I do with it.”

My heart skips a beat, my dick twitches and though I want to say, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” I actually mumble, “Deal, babe.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Audrey

It’smidnight when we decide to head to Liam’s old bedroom. Why drive all the way to the hotel when we’re both tired and a little tipsy. My heart flutters at the sight of him in the half-light, his broad shoulders outlined beneath his dress shirt. How is it possible for a man to look even more handsome after a full day ofcelebrating?

He turns, a playful grin on his lips as he holds out a glass. “See something you like?”

Heat floods my cheeks. “Just admiring the view.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” His gaze travels the length of me in a slow, deliberate caress that leaves my skin tingling.

Heat floods my cheeks at his heated gaze traveling over me. “That dress should be illegal for the way it makes me want to pull you close and kiss every inch of you.” His voice is a low rumble that sends tremors through me.

I take a sip of the drink he handed me, the whiskey burning deliciously as it goes down. “Is that so?” I tease, my pulse quickening as he steps in closer, his body a solid wall of heat against mine.

“Definitely illegal.” His fingers trail lightly up my bare arm and I shiver, desire uncurling low in my belly. “I can barely keep my hands off you.”

My breath catches as he leans in, his lips a hairsbreadth from mine. I can smell his crisp cologne, feel the warmth of his breath fanning across my skin. Part of me wants to close that infinitesimal gap, to finally taste him after all this buildup. But another part holds back, savoring the delicious tension sparking between us.

“Well,” I murmur, fighting a smile as I look upat him through lowered lashes. “I certainly don’t want you getting arrested, Mr. Cohen.”

A low rumble of laughter vibrates against me and then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding. I gasp into the kiss as he pulls me flush against him, one hand cupping the back of my neck to angle me how he wants. The glass falls forgotten from my hand as I cling to his shoulders, returning his fervent kisses with eager swipes of my tongue.

He tastes of whiskey and man, and smoldering need licks through me. This . . . this is what I’ve been craving. To be consumed by him, by the blazing heat and forceful passion he pours into his kisses. My fingers twist into the soft fabric of his shirt as I melt against his solid frame.

When we finally break apart, I’m breathless and dazed, my lips tingling. Liam’s dark eyes burn into mine, full of naked hunger and . . . something more. A softness that sends tendrils of warmth unfurling in my chest.

“Definitely illegal,” he murmurs gruffly, brushing his knuckles along my flushed cheek. “Dangerously so.”

Liam pulls back slightly, his heated gaze roaming over my face as if committing every detail to memory. The weight of his stare ignites a thrill of anticipation low in my belly.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His thumb traces the curve of my lower lip, sending sparks skittering across my skin. “That I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Audrey McCallister.”

Pulling him closer, I rise on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his once more. “Then I suppose you’ll just have to keep trying.”

A low growl rumbles from his chest. “Challenge accepted.”

With slow and deliberate movements, Liam undresses me. The fabric of the dress cascades down my body, revealing every curve and dip of my form. I stand before him, wearing nothing, my skin glowing in its radiance.

My heart races as his gaze roams over my exposed body. I am completely vulnerable to him, yet empowered by his desire.

His calloused fingers trail down my bare back, igniting sparks along my skin. My breath catches as Liam’s gaze burns into me with an intensity that liquefies my bones, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before him.

My heart hammers against my ribs as heated desire swirls within me. Part of me wants to shrink away, to hide from this blazing connection. But a deeper longing propels me forward into his arms. Ican’t resist the explosive chemistry crackling between us.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs huskily, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The simple gesture is tender, intimate, making me ache for his touch.

I bite my lip, struggling against the torrent of emotions battering me—fear, exhilaration, bone-deep yearning. “Liam . . . I . . .”