Page 84 of A Ryan Recollection

Hard.

I soak his jeans and the cushion I’m kneeling on while Liam sucks on my neck as he grinds deeper into me, filling me with his own release.

When he finally stops, he pants in my ear and I look down at the mess we’ve made. The chair is soaked in my cum.

“I told you we’d ruin the chair. Callie is going to kill us.”

“I’ll buy her a new one,” he chuckles as he peppers soft kisses over my back, making me squirm.

“She’s going to know what we were doing in here,” I tell him, even though I’m pretty sure she already does.

He looks down too. “Fuck,” he mumbles. “I’ll tell her I spilled a drink.”

“What drink would that be, Einstein?” I ask with a roll of my eyes.

He slaps my ass. “Don’t be cheeky,” he growls and I giggle.

He pushes himself up and zips up his jeans.

“You’re in so much trouble, Liam Ryan. If Callie bans us from her boutique, Conor is going to be so pissed at you.”

That makes him falter and he screws his eyes closed. “We’ll take the cushion and I’ll have someone come pick up the rest of it and deliver a new one by the end of the day.”

“Why are we taking the cushion?” I turn and frown in confusion. “Maybe we could just flip it to the dry side?”

He shakes his head. “No. It’s soaked in your cum, baby. It’s coming with us.”

“You’re serious?” I ask as I search for my discarded underwear.

He hands me my panties. “Deadly.”

Taking them from his outstretched hand, I arch an eyebrow at him. “You happen to know a guy who sells giant purple velvet chairs then?”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighs deeply before he says, “I’ll get something else for today. Just get dressed so we can plan our escape.”

I laugh, wondering how he’s going to explain his way out of this. Once I’m dressed, Liam calls Callie into the room. He’s flipped the cushion so the huge wet patch can’t be seen. His jeans are also wet but he hides that with his coat.

“We’ll take all of the clothes,” he says. “And the chair.”

“The chair?” Callie blinks at him in confusion.

“Yup. It’s going to be Conor’s Christmas present.”

“You can’t have my chair,” Callie laughs softly.

“I’m gonna need it,” Liam replies. “I’ll have a replacement one sent within the hour and then if you let me know where to get the purple one from, I’ll have it here as soon as possible.”

“But that’s not possible. It was custom made. The designer doesn’t make them any longer. It cost me fifteen thousand dollars.”

“I’ll give you fifty thousand for it,” Liam offers and I suppress a grin. That chair is from a chain store and they still sell them now.

“But it was a family heirloom,” she adds.

Liam frowns at her. “But you just said…”

Callie and I burst out laughing at the same time and Liam shakes his head.

“You can take the chair. But yes I want a new one. Jessie knows where to buy them,” Callie says with a giggle as she wanders out of the room.

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