Page 65 of Liam
His fingers slide higher, brushing the thin fabric between my legs. My body reacts, heat surging through me, muscles tightening, but I keep my face neutral, biting the inside of my cheek to stop any sound from slipping out.
His fingers push beneath the fabric. I clench the strap of my bag harder, my body going rigid as he presses into me, slow but insistent. My legs tremble, knees threatening to give, but he keeps me upright, one hand steady on his briefcase, the other hidden, working me from the inside.
Another stop.
Two more people step in, their conversations filling the small space. Liam shifts his briefcase, hiding the motion of his hand as his thumb presses against my clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. My entire body tightens, a wave of heatrolling through me. I can barely breathe, my pulse loud in my ears, every nerve alive and straining toward the edge.
“Good to see you, John,” Liam says, his tone light, almost amused.
His fingers curl deeper inside me, stroking, rubbing, his thumb moving with purpose, relentless. I bite down hard on my lip, fighting the moan rising in my throat. My body pulses with need, the tension building. I’m so close—so fucking close.
The elevator dings again, another stop. More people pack in, brushing against us. I shift, trying to keep my legs from giving out beneath me. I can’t stand straight, not with his hand buried between my thighs, driving me toward the edge. But he doesn’t let go. His fingers move faster now, rubbing my clit in tight, teasing circles, the pleasure almost unbearable.
I want him to stop. But I don’t want him to stop.
His breath warms my neck as he leans in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Stay with me,” he murmurs, his voice low, commanding.
His thumb presses harder, sending sparks of heat through me. I’m right there, teetering on the brink, but I can’t fall. Not here. Not now.
Oh my God, not where everyone can see, can hear.
Another stop. The doors slide open again. Liam’s hand doesn’t stop, and my body trembles. His fingers push deeper, and I tighten around him, the pressure inside building, building.
He shifts again, greeting each newcomer with a calm nod, all while his hand works me mercilessly. I grip my bag so tight it could snap. I’m on the edge, clinging to the last thread of control.
The elevator dings. Our floor. The doors open, his fingers curling one last time, pushing me closer to the brink before he pulls out.
I stumble forward, barely standing as I step out, Liam at my side, his hand slipping free, leaving me trembling, every inch of me alive with the ghost of his touch.
Liam steps out of the elevator, his hand brushing mine as if by accident. I follow, trying to catch my breath. But before I can take another step, his hand grips my arm, firm but urgent, pulling me to the side.
“Liam—”
He drags me into a nearby copy room, the door snapping shut behind us. The air feels electric, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s on me. His lips crash into mine, rough and demanding, as if the restraint he held back in the elevator has snapped.
I gasp against his mouth, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, tasting, claiming. The force of it presses me back against the wall, and I melt into him, every shred of professionalism obliterated in an instant.
Liam’s hands grip my waist, fingers digging in, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. His body is solid, heat radiating off him in waves, and a soft moan escapes me as his hands slide up my sides, tugging me harder against him.
His lips are relentless, moving from my mouth to my jaw, then down my neck, nipping, teasing, sending shivers skittering across my skin.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, the need to feel him overwhelming every thought.
He growls against my throat, the sound vibrating throughme, sparking a deeper ache. His hands are everywhere, roaming over my body, tracing the lines of my curves as if he’s memorizing me, and it’s intoxicating, drowning me in the sensation of him.
I arch into him, pressing myself against the hard planes of his chest. My breathing is shallow, rapid, as he kisses me harder, fiercer, each movement stoking the fire between us. His teeth graze my bottom lip, tugging before plunging back into a kiss that leaves me breathless.
“Liam,” I whisper against his mouth, my voice shaky, but he doesn’t stop.
His hands move lower, gripping my hips with a possessiveness that sends a thrill racing through me. His lips are on my throat again, sucking, biting just enough to leave a mark—one I’ll have to hide later. But right now, I don’t care.
He pulls back just an inch, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged.
“I couldn’t resist,” he murmurs, his voice husky, rough with desire.
His hands don’t let go, fingers still digging into my hips as if he’s afraid to release me. His eyes burn into mine, dark, smoldering, as if he’s barely holding himself back.
