Page 47 of I Wish I Would've Chosen You

I hear her footsteps trailing away, the shutting of the front door, and then the sound of her golf cart engine revving up and pulling away.

Liam opens the door and stares at me.

“Okay.” He sighs. “Get out of the closet. I’ll call security to take you to your dorm.”

“This is where you switch up on me again, isn’t it?”

“For someone with impeccable English skills, you say some very questionable phrases.” He nods toward the hallway. “Let’s go, Miss Edwards.”

The “Miss Edwards” confirms the switch up.

I’m not sure what comes over me, but I glance down at his pants. Since he’s still slightly hard from our kiss, I get down on my knees and pull them down.

I stare at his huge cock in awe, running a finger against the swelling veins.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He breathes.

Without thinking, I open my mouth and fill it with his huge cock, showing him that I want this.

So fucking much…

I press my palms against his thighs before he can push me away, taking him a bit deeper.

His tip hardens between my lips, and I dart my tongue against him.

“Fuck…” He sucks in a breath as I take a few more inches down my throat.

Satisfied with his reaction, I look up and into his eyes as he watches me.

Staring back at me, he groans when I slide a hand around his shaft. I rub it up and down between sucking, mimicking the slow and passionate rhythm he showed me when I was in his lap.

He threads his fingers through my hair, stiffening when his cock hits the back of my throat.

“Genevieve…” he whispers. “Step back unless you want me to come in your mouth.”

I suck him harder, letting him all the way down my throat until he has no choice but to let go.

“Fuck…” He lets go of my hair, and I swallow every drop.

Still hard, he whispers, “You’re fucking perfect…”

I want him to finish what we started, but Miss Shaw’s knocks interrupt yet again.

Adjusting his pants, he pulls me to my feet. Then he smooths my hair into place and leads me down the hall.

“Oh hey there, Miss Edwards,” Miss Shaw says. “When did you get here?”

“Just now. I couldn’t take anymore of this rain during my run.” “She needs a ride home.” Me and Mr. Donovan speak in unison.

“Okay, sure.” She tilts her head to the side. “How did you manage to get over here without getting wet?”

“She didn’t.” Liam points to my clothes on the hearth. He puts them into a bag and hands it to me.

“Thank you, Mr. Donovan.”

He smiles at me. “Goodbye, Miss Edwards.”

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