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“Don’t give me that sass, you bad girl. Now take your shirt off,” growled Liam. “Just remember you still owe me a session of hot sweaty sex in the ballroom. I intend to collect on that debt.”
Sophie’s mind was immediately filled with all the wicked things she would love Liam to do to her.
They continued removing their clothes and indulging in hungry kisses. When they were both finally naked, Sophie took a moment to study the gorgeous artwork which covered much of Liam’s torso. Tracing her finger over the intricate lines of a pink lotus flower, she asked. “Where did you get this one?”
“Hanoi, Vietnam, early last year. It’s the first inkwork I decided to get colored. The lotus is meant to symbolize new beginnings.”
She bent and placed a kiss on the flower. “I think this might be my favorite.”
He shifted, turning to her. “Have you ever considered getting inked?”
“Not really.” The answer was a simple one, but the reasons behind it were less so. She wasn’t going to mention her ex or his aversion to tattoos. Or her father. François had absolutely lost it when he’d spotted a PSG football club tattoo on his son Stefan’s back.
Liam cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her sweetly. How so very typical of this man—he’d sensed she wasn’t comfortable discussing the subject and immediately let it drop.
“Lay back for me Sophie, and spread your legs. I’ve been wanting to taste you all damn day.”
She did as told, softly sighing as he buried his tongue deep into her heat. When he licked her from the base of her sex all the way to her clit, Sophie saw stars. Her fingers grasped the sheets. “Liam,” she cried.
He didn’t spare her, working her hard and fast to the edge. She was a molten mess by the time he finally pulled back. He deftly slipped a condom onto his cock, and rising over her slid all the way home. The first rub of his piercing had her sucking in air. The fight to stop from coming was real. She wanted as much of this glorious fucking as she could get before, she lost her mind and crashed into her climax.
As the bed began to rock from his masterful thrusts, Sophie wrapped her legs around Liam’s hips and urged him on. “Yes. Oh yes. Never stop fucking me.”
He shifted his angle and the pleasure it gave her was blindingly intense.
“Forget about sleep, Sophie. I want every person who sees you in the morning to catch the ‘I’ve been thoroughly fucked’ grin which I’m going to put on your face.”
His dirty talk did her in. Sophie screamed as her world fractured into a mind-blowing orgasm.
She clung on for dear life as Liam rode her roughly through the storm, snarling and roaring her name when he finally joined her on the other side.
Beneath his sweat-slicked body she lay happy and replete. Content in the knowledge that no other man would ever do to her what Liam did. Only he could make her feel this way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The House of Royal atelier
She was changing. Her view of the world, the one she’d always thought to be true, had also shifted. Over the past few weeks Sophie had learned a great deal about herself. The days of her standing back and letting others take the lead were over.
But when it came to openly challenging her father’s directives, Sophie decided to play it smart. Each day she sat alongside Patrice while he used her carefully prepared notes to keep François updated on the progress of the show. This was always via telephone. The head of the House of Royal flatly refused to hold virtual meetings.
She hated herself for continuing to cover Patrice’s ass. Her father’s ongoing recovery was more important than scoring points.
Sophie took comfort in the news that François had been moved from the high care section of the Swiss hospital and was now recovering in a private suite. He still wasn’t able to fly, but soon enough he would be home.
Which made the choice she now faced some six hours before the runway show all that more pressing. It was a now-or-never decision.
Could she, do it? Yes.
Would she, do it?
“I don’t know. It’s such a risk,” Sophie muttered.
Camille brushed a hand over the beaded bodice of Sophie’s design.
“Great leaps forward always come with a degree of risk. But I think you know in your heart of hearts that you have to take it. I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.”
“What if he is furious about me adding my gown? I mean it is Papa’s show.”
