Page 51 of Accidental Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

It takes a few seconds for what he’s said to fully register. When it does, I can’t help but blush furiously, heat flaring from my cheeks down my chest. There’s something about hearing those words uttered out loud. They send shivers of pleasure down my spine and the sincerity in his tone and eyes sends a tingle through me. A strange feeling I can’t quite describe fills me as he reaches for my hand, wrapping our fingers together tenderly and giving them a gentle squeeze. The intimacy of the gesture sends waves of heat rolling down my torso and making my nipples harden.It’s amazing how much control this man has over my body.

I swallow thickly, looking away.“Me too.”I whisper, feeling my heart beat faster. My hand squeezes his gently back and I turn to face him properly, meeting his intense gazeas I shift in my seat next to him. I find myself wanting to lean into him, to kiss him. I want so badly to give into the urge and close the distance between us and just sit here against him, letting his strong arms wrap around me protectively.

I allow myself to drift slowly toward him until our lips meet, soft, slow, and sweet. His lips part easily, his tongue slipping inside my mouth languidly, and I sigh into the contact, tilting my head to deepen the kiss and take control of our kiss. Liam moans into my mouth, pulling me closer, kissing me more deeply, hands coming up to rest at my back as I cling to his suit jacket, trying to move closer to him. It feels so good. So right. Like I was meant to fall for him. It almost scares me as the moment passes and he pulls away, a slight frown etched onto his handsome features.

“Lily, I—“He breaks off.

“What is it?”

“I still feel really terrible that I can’t give you what you want. At least not now.”

I cut him off with a kiss.“Don’t talk. Don’t even think about talking. Please just kiss me.”

And he kisses me. It’s short and sweet. But it’s so passionate that hehas me pressed me againstthe cushions of my seat.I whimper,archingmyselfintohimin return. The way his lips caress mine, the taste of his breath mingling with mine. God, this man will be the end of me.

“Follow me.” He whispers as he unbuckles his seat belt and gets up, walking towards the very lavish bathroom in the back. The flight attendant has already gone towards the front of the plane after our meal service, and I quickly follow him and close the door behind us.

In one swift motion, Liamundoes the zipper of my dress,sliding it down my legs and off of me,and tossing it carelessly to the pillowed bench next to the shower. He smiles when he sees I have no braon, andhow hardmy nipplesare, aching for his touch. Hepullsme effortlesslyinto him, cradling me against his large body. One hand moves from my ass to cup my breast, squeezing gently as his lips leave mine and trail across my jaw and neck.“Oh god.”I moan softly, moving my hips against his eagerly.

“I’m afraid I can’t be as patient as I was yesterday.” He whispers.

“Who says I want you to?”

He smirks and pushes me to bend over while spreading my legs. His large warm hands grab either side of me and he holds me firmly. I hear him unbuckle his belt and the sound of fabric rustling echoes throughout the small interior of the plane as he pulls his pants down. The air grows tense and charged with anticipation as Liam straddles me from behind, his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck and making me shiver. I bite back a moan.“Are you ready?”He asks me teasingly.

“You talk too much.”

“Argh, fuck. That mouth of yours will be your undoing.”He groans, thrusting into me roughly. I cry out a tiny bit in surprise, biting down hard into my lip not to make any noise. I feel him smile before kissing my shoulder.“That hurt?”He asks me quietly, continuing to hit my sweet spot.

I can’t help but gasp aloud,“Kinda,”I manage between clenched teeth.

He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher, harder and deeper. The slight turbulence exciting us even more. I grab onto the towel rack in front of me for balance, as he lifts my leg onto the bench, spreading my pussy even wider and allowing himself to go deeper up into my tight walls. The position is perfect in every way, as it only takes mere seconds for me to erupt. I squirt all over his balls, and my liquid makes even more of a lubricant for his girth. “Fuck- I can’t hold it anymore.” He growls as he releases his warm seed, both of our pleasures dripping on the bench under us.

We stay like that for several moments breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths. It all feels surreal, completely foreign, yet somehow so right. And so utterly perfect.

Chapter24

Liam

…..THREE WEEKS LATER.

“Imust admit your collection is really beautiful.” Layla, another one of my biggest clients says as she gazes at the painting on the wall beside mine. Another one of those extremely wealthy clients that got their fortune from a late husband.

“How did you get that?” She continues to stare, mesmerized by the beauty of the artwork.

I smile. “Which?”

“That’sPortrait of Paul Eluardaif I’m not mistaken, a vintage Salvador Dalì painting? How did you get your hands on that?” She asks again. This time her tone is more curious and she seems to be very impressed. It fills me with a sense of pride. The effort of both creating good art and collecting it, has cost quite a fortune, but it’s worth it when it gets the praise from the right people.

“Let’s just say I go all out when I want something.” I reply. A smile plays at the corners of my mouth. From the sultry look that appears in Layla’s eyes, I know she’s read the wrong meaning into my comment so I quickly give her an innocent smile. “Especially when it comes to art.” I add quickly, hoping to erase any lingering suspicions from her mind.

“Right.” She chuckles. Her brown eyes crinkle at the edges. The effect of the dim lighting makes them shine even more. “I wouldn’t mind you going all out for me though.”

She bites her bottom lip lightly while giving me a suggestive look over the top of her dark frames. Not today Satan, I silently pray to whatever deity there may be. I’m here to sell art, not hook up. I give an innocent smile and continue walking, ignoring her obvious attempt at flirting.

Layla follows closely behind me. I can hear her heavy heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Every now and then, she stops in front of me, stopping my stride or leaning close, her soft perfume filling my nose. The scent of jasmine and citrus, mixed with the sweet aroma of her hair shampoo and perfume. It smells divine, like a garden of flowers and freshly mown grass.

“So how much would it cost to take that piece off your hands?”

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