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Her blonde hair swishes back and forth while I drive inside of her with more force. “Are you close?” I huff, trying to ignore the pounding in my ears.

“Keep going! Harder!”

Finding every last ounce of strength in the muscles in my ass, I pump harder and harder and harder until I feel how her walls clench to milk my cock. A wail falls from her gorgeous lips, her neck arching backward as she comes apart in my hands. Her legs shake, her pussy constricting around me, and that’s all I can take. The sight of her coming always has me in pieces.

I feel her body come down from her high, a lazy look in her eyes as I shoot my load, with a roar blasting from my chest. For a few seconds, I feel like I’m no longer standing on my feet, my head floating somewhere around the greenhouse. The rush that left my body takes every last bit of energy before I collapse against her.

My forehead rests against her chest as I try to catch my breath, her arms latching around my body like she’s a koala bear.

“I love you, my little exhibitionist,” I whisper against her skin.

“Little exhibitionist?” she snickers.

“You liked knowing that she was watching us. That I was fucking you and not her.” I find her eyes with a smirk and the glint that flashes through them is evidence enough to tell me I’m right.

She shrugs, pressing my lips against hers. “Maybe a little.”

I cock an eyebrow.

“Okay, it was fuckinghot.” She laughs.

I shake my head with a grin that will probably stay on my face until I fall asleep with this beauty wrapped in my arms. “I love you, baby.’

“Even now that we know I like it when people have a peek?”

“Baby, we could be having sex on a stage with thousands of people watching, and I wouldn’t care. I’ll only have eyes for you anyway.”

“Hmm, good answer,” she muses.

“You’re sexy when you act like the dirty little thing that you are.” I smirk. “But the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen… is this.” I pull out, taking a step back as I lower my vision to her spread legs, then rub my fingers over her center until my cum drips from her slit. “Knowing the only seed that will ever drip from your sweet cunt… is mine.” I bring my fingers to my lips, sucking them clean of our combined releases with a groan.

“Oh my God, Liam.” The shock on her face is golden, morphing into renewed lust as I keep swirling my tongue around it, not wasting a drop.

“Yum.” I pop my lips with a smile as she bites hers.

“You’re going to lick me until everyone can hear me scream, aren’t you?”

I wink, dropping to my knees. “Hell yeah.”

27

IMOGEN

PRESENT DAY

Whenwecrawledintobed last night, still disgusting and sweaty from our time in the greenhouse, I was cackling. I had a shit-eating grin on my face that I couldn’t get rid of. Liam kept looking at me like I was high or something, but the truth was, I was.

I am.

Waking up now, with his warm skin against my back and his lips resting against my neck, I still feel it.

The first few moments I was angry when I found Cristina’s eyes lasering into Liam’s back as he kept thrusting inside of me. My organs twisted, my muscles rigid, while I was contemplating how to get rid of her without losing Liam’s touch. But as soon I heard him whisper in my hair, ordering me to let go, that feeling was replaced by power. The realization that he was making love to me while she was watching with jealousy in her dark eyes made me feel strong. On top of the world, of her. That final inkling of doubt caused me to feel insecure around her finally vanished into the humid air of the greenhouse, because in that moment, she showed her cards. She showed every ugly piece of her soul as she kept glaring at me. I’m sure she wanted to convince me she didn’t care as she watched the show, but she couldn’t hide the sense of failure that was cutting through her gaze, knowing she will never get Liam back. I saw the hint of defeat, the slight panic when she finally turned around and left.

Cristina has nothing on me, and I’m about to show her.

“What are you all chipper about?” Liam hums against my neck, his morning wood resting between my cheeks.

“Had a good night's sleep.”

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