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I can’t form words, my body trembling beneath his touch. His thumb brushes my bottom lip, swollen from the kiss, and his gaze drops there, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.
“I don’t want to stop,” he whispers, his lips hovering over mine. He kisses me again, softer this time but no less intense. My heart races, my body aching for more as his hands continue to roam, setting my skin on fire wherever he touches.
We break apart, both panting, the space between us charged with everything we can’t say.
“Me either.”
“This is dangerous,” he murmurs, his voice low, hoarse. “We should stop.”
Neither of us moves.
Liam’s eyes flicker with a moment of hesitation, his hands still holding me against the wall. His lips hover inches from mine, his breath coming fast and uneven.
“I don’t have a condom,” he murmurs, voice low, thick with desire but edged with restraint. His forehead rests against mine, his chest heaving. I can feel the tension in his body, the war between wanting me and holding back.
For a moment, my heart stutters, caught in the rush of everything happening. But then I meet his gaze, my fingers brushing his jaw as I tilt his head up so he’s looking straight at me.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, my voice steady, certain. “I trust you, and I’m on the pill.”
His eyes darken at my words, something primal flickering behind them. There’s a beat of silence where the weight of what I’ve said hangs between us, the vulnerability of it, the raw intimacy. His grip on my hips tightens, his breath shallow as he watches me for the briefest second longer as if making sure I mean it.
Then his lips are on mine again, fiercer this time, all hesitation gone. The kiss is rough and consuming, and I moan into his mouth. In one swift motion, he lifts me, pressing my back against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist.
I gasp, but his mouth is on me again, swallowing the sound with a deep, urgent kiss. My fingers clutch his shoulders, my body arching against his, desperate for the friction, for the feel of him between my legs.
The hard press of him against my core sends a jolt of heat through me, my head spinning with the intensity of it all.
“Hold on.”
His hand slips beneath my skirt again, fingers tugging my panties to the side. His arousal strains against his pants, and a low growl escapes him as he reaches down, freeing himself. The sound of his belt unbuckling, the rustle of fabric, the urgency of his movements—all of it sets my skin on fire.
Without warning, he thrusts into me, hard and deep, filling me. My mouth falls open in a silent cry, but before I can make a sound, his hand moves up, covering my mouth. His other arm holds me in place, my body pinned between him and the wall as he drives into me again, each thrust harder, more demanding than the last.
“Shh,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Quiet. We can’t get caught.”
His words send a thrill through me, heightening the forbidden nature of what we’re doing. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, my body writhing beneath him, struggling to stay silent as the tension coils tighter with every thrust. My nails dig into his back, clinging to him as he moves, relentless and powerful, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.
He watches me, his gaze locked on mine, his hand firm over my mouth, muffling every whimper and moan that tries to escape. The pressure builds inside me, unbearable, my entire body teetering on the brink.
Liam grits his teeth, his control slipping as he slams into me again, harder, deeper, the sound of his hips crashing into mine muffled by the soft hum of the copy room’s machines. His thumb strokes my cheek, and even in this moment, his touch is possessive, protective, like he’s staking a claim.
I can’t breathe, the tension coiling tighter with every pulse, every thrust. He presses harder against me, his forehead resting against mine, his breath coming in harsh, uneven bursts.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he whispers, his voice rough and desperate. His lips brush my neck, teeth grazing the skin, and that’s all it takes. My body shudders, the orgasm ripping through me, wave after wave of pure, blinding pleasure. I arch against him, my eyes squeezing shut as I bite down on his palm to muffle the cry threatening to spill out.
He growls low in his throat, his pace quickening. His hips snap against mine, and with one last, powerful thrust, he stills. His body tenses, every muscle rigid as he spills into me, his lips pressed against my neck, breathing me in like he can’t get enough.
For a moment, the world stops, the only sound between us the soft hum of machines and the harsh breaths we both struggle to catch. Liam’s hand falls from my mouth, his lips brushing my temple, his body still pressed against mine, neither of us moving.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I say, but I still have my hands fisted in his shirt, belying my words.
“I know, I know,” he says with a sigh. “It won’t be for long. Just until I can pass the merger responsibility to someone else. Then I won’t be your supervisor anymore.”
I nod, trying to ignore the way my heart leaps at the thought of being able to be with Liam openly. “Okay. But until then, we need to be careful.”
“Agreed.” Liam grins. “Starting now.”
He gives me one last quick kiss before slipping out of the copy room, leaving me to collect myself.
