Page 21 of Begin Again, Part 2

Ten minutes later, Kayla returned without Eden, explaining as she sat down, "she's on a call with her nanny."

Liam nodded, but when another five minutes went by, and Eden was still not back, he excused himself to check on her.

She'd just hung up from the call when he found her outside the unisex restroom. He pushed her inside, and as soon as their cubicle door banged shut, he pulled her in his arms and kissed her hungrily.

"What was that?" He squeezed her ass, his dick aching for her.

"What?" she asked breathlessly.

"That shit with the olive and the glass. Were you teasing me?"

He didn't wait for her response. He turned her around, pressed her on the tiled wall, and hitched up her dress, groaning at the feel of her bare thighs.

"Liam," she moaned as his hands drifted to her inner thigh, feeling her up. "Oh, God."

"Keep quiet," he whispered in her ear as he covered her mouth with one hand, while the other worked his zipper and pulled out his throbbing cock.

"Bend over," he ordered, and the minute she did, and her pert ass came up to greet him, he pressed himself on her and began dry humping her, thrusting into her through her pink lacy underwear as he held on to her tiny waist.

"I want you," Eden whimpered, pushing back against him to match his slow thrusts.

"I know. I can smell you," Liam growled as he pushed her undies aside, slipped his fingers inside her, and gently stroked her before bringing them to his mouth, licking off her juices.

"And you taste as divine as you smell." He sighed, turning her around to face him. He picked her up and held her up against the wall.

"Open your legs for me, Princess."

She did, and he rubbed his cock on her wet slit, moaning at skin-to-skin contact. He closed his eyes, relishing the sheer pleasure of being so intimate with her again. He'd dreamed about this moment for two years, but nothing could have prepared him for the intense pleasure rippling through his entire body.

"Oh fuck," Eden said, her voice thick with need. "Please."

"Please what?" he asked, still brushing himself at her entrance, groaning at the sight of his swollen tip as it vanished briefly in her warm folds before he pulled out. He did this a few times, and each time it became increasingly harder to resist the urge to not just push into her and fuck her hard.

"Please take me." She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I don't want to wait for tonight."

"Not yet," Liam shook his head and pulled out completely. "This was just your punishment for toying with me when you know I'm trying to make money for us."

"But—" Eden protested, pouting her lips crossly.

"No buts," Liam kissed her, shoved his still painfully hard dick back in his pants, and lowered her slowly.

"You are such a tease," she said as she stepped out of her underwear, threw it at him, and quickly cleaned herself up.

"And tonight, we'll see who's an even bigger tease," she called over her shoulder as she slipped out of the cubicle, leaving him chuckling.

When Liam left the restroom with Eden's lacy panties safely tucked in his pocket, he ran into Laura and her entourage of lawyers and accountants. He'd met them a few times and went out to dinner and a show with them once or twice. But he couldn't say he liked any of them.

"Li!" Laura ran into his arms, but he held them stiffly at his sides, refusing to open them up for her.

"Play along and pretend you're happy to see me," she said under her breath. "They don't know we broke up."

"Not my problem," he replied, matching her smile as he pushed her away.

Laura turned to her friends and excused herself, promising to catch up with them in a bit. The friendly mask she'd worn just seconds ago came off the minute they were alone, and she went off on him, hissing viciously like a rattlesnake. "Really, Liam, you couldn't do me this one favour?"

Before he could remind her he didn't owe her shit, she reached up and kissed him hard.

Stunned by the unexpected smooch, he didn't know how to react. He was even more amazed that he still felt nothing for her. No warmth. No rush of blood to his dick. Nothing.

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