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I dab it against my face, careful to blend the foundation around my cheeks and forehead, when I hear Liam enter the room. His footsteps freeze behind me, and I glance at him through the mirror.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m applying makeup,” I say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I saw it in a video. Supposed to be this new, advanced technique that leaves no streak marks.”
Liam’s eyes narrow as he takes in the sponge, and his lips twitch as if he’s fighting a laugh. “You paid forthat?”
I give him a look, snatch it back and begin patting my face with it again. “It’s revolutionary. That’s what they said, anyway.”
He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with a smirk that only grows wider. “If you want a cock to slap your face, I can do it for you for free.”
I freeze mid-dab, turning to face him. “But will it leave no streak marks?”
He bursts out laughing, a deep, rich sound that fills the room. “I guess we could find out.”
Heat pools low in my stomach, and I picture him holding back a groan. I’m on my knees, looking up at Liam, his tall frame towering above me, that familiar cocky smirk playing on his lips.
He’s holding my chin in one hand, his thumb brushing my bottom lip as he watches me. There’s that glint in his eyes—predatory, possessive. I’m right where he wants me. His other hand grips his cock, already hard, the tip brushing against mycheek, making me gasp. It’s not gentle. Not teasing. It’s commanding.
I close my eyes for a second, picturing how it would feel—the heavy weight of him slapping against my face, leaving a trail of heat and arousal on my skin. I’d moan at the contact, and his low growl of satisfaction would rumble above me.
The sharp stings of each deliberate slap, alternating between the roughness of the moment and the tenderness I crave, would blur the line between pleasure and punishment. He’d be watching me the whole time, his eyes burning with lust, making me feel so small, so owned—and God, I’d love every second.
His fingers would thread into my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp, pulling my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes again. “Look at me,” he’d say, his voice rough, almost a command. And I would. I’d meet his gaze, breathless, trembling, aching for more.So much more.
The fantasy twists deeper, heat pooling in my core. My lips would part, my tongue teasing the tip of him before he pushes inside, filling my mouth until there was no room for anything but him.
I bite my lip, trying to shake the thought as my pulse races. But the image clings to me, making it impossible to focus on anything else. The room feels hotter, my skin flushed.
Liam shifts at the door, raising an eyebrow at me, and it takes everything in me not to just drop to my knees right now and make that fantasy a reality.
“You seem distracted, Dr. James. Something on your mind?”
I blink, snapping back to the present, my cheeks burning. Ican’t help but smirk as I meet his gaze in the mirror.He has no idea what’s running through my head right now.
Then again, the way his eyes darken… Maybe hedoes.
I force a laugh, trying to sound casual, but my voice comes out breathless as I say, “Just thinking about my makeup.”
Shaking my head, I turn back to the mirror and give my face one last dab for good measure before tossing the sponge aside.
I change into something casual but nice, dark jeans and a flowy silk blouse to match Liam’s casual elegance and reach for my jacket, still feeling the warmth of Liam’s gaze on me. When I look back at him, his eyes are dark, full of promises that make my pulse race.
“Ready?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge of anticipation in it, like he’s just as impatient as I am to see what comes next.
I nod. “Let’s see what you’ve got planned, Mr. Valeur.”
Twenty minutes later, the car rolls to a stop in front of what looks like an abandoned warehouse. I shoot Liam a skeptical look, raising an eyebrow. “If this is your idea of a romantic date, we might need to recalibrate your parameters.”
He just grins, unbothered. “Trust me.”
We step through the rusted doors, and the cold, industrial exterior dissolves into something magical. Soft, twinkling lights bathe the inside, casting a golden glow over everything. The massive space has been transformed into an intimate concert venue, with a small stage at the far end draped in shimmering curtains. There’s a sense of exclusivity in the air, a secret world we’ve just stepped into.
I gasp. “Liam... What is this?”
He watches me with a smug grin, clearly pleased with himself. “Just a little something I thought you’d like.”
Before I can ask more, the lights dim further, and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. A familiar chord fills the air, the first few notes stirring something deep inside me.
