Page 7 of Trusting Liam (Taking Chances 2)

“No, I—” He cut off quickly and turned to see who had just opened my door. “No! Go back to your desk and stay there,” he demanded, pointing at Cecily, who gave a wide-eyed look as she quickly turned around and left. “Seriously, Liam?”

I suppressed a smile and went back to the e-mail I’d been responding to when he walked in. “I didn’t ask her to come in here, I didn’t even tell her I was back. She was probably just hoping to attempt to steal my office again.”

“Bullshit,” he huffed, but I could easily hear the amusement in his voice. “Do you have any plans for the weekend?”

“No,” I said distractedly, then it hit me. “You asking because of the girls?”

“They need to get out, Liam.”

“I know, I get it. I don’t know of anything right now, but I’ll let you know.”

He stood there for a few seconds longer, not saying anything or looking at anything in particular. “Give them a shot. I know you’ll like them; it’s them liking everyone else I’m worried about. They’re kind of—well, like I said, one only thinks of her boyfriend. The other has a personality somewhere between her dad and Mason, so you can imagine how often she gives new people the time of day without telling them exactly what she thinks of them.”

I snorted. “I’m sure I can. I told you, though; I will get them out at least once. I’ll let you know if there’s anything going on this weekend, and if there’s not, I’m sure next weekend will be different.”

Eli grabbed for his ringing phone and started backing out of my office as he answered it. “It’s been a slow week, there’s no point in staying for the rest of the day, you can head out,” he whispered before greeting whoever had called him.

I quickly finished the e-mail and checked the unread ones as well as my calendar before cleaning up and getting ready to go. I started texting Cecily as I shut off my lights and locked the door from the inside, but looked up when a husky, feminine laugh caught my attention, and stopped abruptly in the middle of the doorway.

This isn’t fucking happening.

My eyes widened as I looked at the identical twin girls talking with Eli about the job interview they’d just come back from, and my mind raced as I tried to deny what I was seeing.

Long black hair. Dark blue eyes. Tall, slender, yet curvy bodies covered in tattoos. Smiles I’d thought of for months.

Memories from a night in Vegas a year ago flashed through my mind as I looked at her. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. That can’t be her. That can’t be Moon.

But there was no denying it was her. The one girl who had slipped out before I’d woken up . . . the one girl I thought I’d never see again . . . was now standing a dozen feet away from me and talking to my boss—her uncle.

“This can’t be happening,” I murmured, and quickly stepped back and shut myself in my office before Eli or the girls could notice me.

I’d been in Vegas for one reason. Business. After the meetings were over for the week, I’d gone out with a few guys to grab some drinks since we would be heading home the next day. We’d ended up in three different clubs, gotten more drinks at each one, and had hung out and danced with a group of girls we’d met at the last one . . . but I hadn’t seen Moon until we’d all started leaving.

Even as she danced between two guys, her eyes locked on mine and a teasing smile crossed her face. I’d told my group to leave without me, and had pulled her away from the men as if she’d belonged to me. Because that night, she had. It could’ve been the drinks, it could’ve been the music, but even in the club we’d been pulling each other closer and grabbing for each other like there was no one else there—I don’t remember even actually dancing. And when her sister came up saying they were going back to their hotel, I hadn’t stopped to think before telling her to come back with me.

I groaned and rested my forehead against the door as I remembered that night with her. Even though I’d been drunk, I could remember it with perfect clarity. Just like I could remember the feeling of disappointment when I’d woken up the next morning and she was gone.

I’d thought then that I would never see her again, and I had nothing other than the memory of her, and a tattoo of a black, crescent-shaped moon on her side, to help me find her again. I knew it would be impossible, so I hadn’t tried. And now? She’d more or less fallen into my hands.

I knew I needed to tell Eli that I already knew his nieces—one better than he’d probably like to hear. But I couldn’t. I didn’t believe in fate, but, shit, I wasn’t about to question how or why this was happening. I just knew I needed a chance to talk to her again, and if this was my chance, I would take it.

3

June 1

Liam

WE STUMBLED DOWN the hall, stopping every few feet so I could push her back against the wall, my mouth capturing hers each time. Her hands were searching under my shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of muscles in my stomach as I grabbed at her thighs and hips. The kisses had been rough and demanding in the elevator, but as we got closer to my room, they started changing. She stopped fighting for control of the kiss and started leaning into it instead. Her back arched off the walls, and she whimpered when I bit down and tugged on her full bottom lip.

I searched for the room key and struggled to get the door open without releasing her, and a giggle burst from her chest when we went stumbling into the room. She smiled that same teasing smile she’d flashed at me in the club before I was pushing her up against the wall and claiming her mouth again.

Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, she pulled up, and I quickly tore it off and dropped it on the floor before reaching for hers. When it joined mine, I made a trail of kisses down her throat and across her shoulder as I pulled down the straps of her bra and she unhooked it. Her breaths deepened in my ear as I moved down her chest and reached for the button on her shorts. She tossed her bra behind me as I slid her shorts down her legs and moved aside her underwear to run my fingers against her.

Her back arched off the wall and a soft whimper filled the entryway of the room, and I stilled when my fingers touched something hard on her clit. Everything since we’d gotten in the room had been rushed, but now I couldn’t move. My breaths were harsh against her chest as I curled my fingers against the metal, and she moaned.

I slowly lifted my head until I was looking into her dark blue eyes, and couldn’t stop the way my lips tilted up into a smirk when I asked, “What is this?”

Heat filled my veins when I rubbed my fingers over it again, and she bit down on her lips to stop another moan. “Piercing,” she whispered through her heavy breaths.

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