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“Are you trying to hide something, Miss Jones?” he says while wearing a smirk.

I give up and pull my body off of him, needing the space before I do something stupid. His lips were looking too soft and plump for my self control to last much longer.

“It’s nothing. I just like to have some easy reading that I do over the summer,” I say. Trying to play it off like there is nothing dirty or embarrassing about my books contents, hoping he will leave it alone.

“Well, let’s see what’s inside.” He begins to open the book and I cover my eyes, shaking my head.Please be an innocent scene that he opens up to.

“She begins to stroke my big, throbbing cock while I try not to explode all over her hand. Her grip is tight as she pumps up and down before rubbing her thumb over the tip,”Liam reads before his jaw hits the floor. “Miss Jones, I must say, I’m shocked.”

“I cannot believe out of all pages, that’s what you opened up to,” I rolls my eyes at my bad luck.

Liam’s head falls back as he laughs out loud. He turns the page and skims it before reading out loud again. “When I slide into her, I feel her tight walls squeezing me. My head falls down into her shoulder as I let out a groan. I begin to pick up the pace, slowing pulling out before I slam into her as I hear her moans and whimpers pick up.”

Liam stops reading suddenly, making me look up at him. His demeanor has changed and he is biting his lip, looking affected by the words. Okay, I don’t know that I can handle an aroused Liam sitting next to me right now.

“Why did you stop reading?” I mutter.

He meets my eyes before they leave mine to slowly run down my body. He stops at my breasts and I see his look turn dark. When I look down, I see the proof of my own arousal through my tight tank top. Embarrassed by the evidence, I move my hands to cover my chest.

“I will do something stupid if I keep going,” he growls. “Do you, umm,” he clears his throat, “want to watch something?”

“Sure.” What would he have done? Is he saying he wanted to touch me? Would I have let him? I think back to what Tiffany and Faye said about the idea of Liam and I not being crazy.

Liam puts on the history channel. He must have remembered me telling him that I like to get lost in these shows. This one is about the JFK assassination, something I have always been interested in. We settle into the show as the busy morning and afternoon start to catch up to me. I feel myself yawn and reach for the fuzzy cream colored blanket that’s thrown over the couch. After I place it over my legs and get cozy, I feel Liam adjust in his seat somehow ending up even closer to me. Our bodies are touching, my thigh resting next to his, my side touching his. The warmth that spreads over me brings me even further to a calming state of mind.

My eyes start to get heavy somewhere in the middle of the show. Without thinking, I lean my head to the left, resting it on his shoulder. When I realize what I did, I almost pick my head back up but Liam moves his arm to wrap it around my shoulder as my head falls onto his chest. He pulls me in closer, letting his hand rest on my arm. My hand moves to his chest to rest as I feel his tight muscles underneath his shirt. This is the last thing I remember before I fall asleep.

An hour later, I’m woken up by Liam nudging me. I lift my head up, a little confused as I try to remember what happened and how I ended up in his arms.

“Hey, sorry to wake you,” he says, looking like he just woke up himself. “I need to go get Harper, I hear her talking through the monitor.”

I sit up and scoot over so he can head upstairs. When he comes back downstairs with a happy Harper, I feel relief that she is in the room and we don’t have to address what just happened. I glance at the clock and see that it’s three o’clock. Deciding it’s best if I get out of here, I fold the blanket I was using and begin to gather my things.

“I’m exhausted. I think I’ll get out of here and let you two enjoy the rest of your day.”

“Oh, okay.” Liam looks surprised and slightly disappointed. “Thanks for letting me tag along today, I had a lot of fun.”

He has Harper resting on his hip as he walks me to the door. We have gotten to a point where I normally just let myself in and out, so him following me to the door is a little strange. When I open the door, I turn to him, not quite sure what to say.

“I’ll see you soon, Riley,” Liam says. He leans in and gives me a hug, Harper throwing her arms on me as well. My heart skips a beat as these two hug me at the same time. That’s it, I’m screwed!

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