Page 27 of Boss Abroad
Oh boy, this is going to be fun. Game on, you fucking prick.
“No need to pay me, Liam. I've already received the appropriate compensation for my services, so don’t worry about that.” I wave the contract Mad Melanie gave me in the air. “There’s just a little something I need you to redact before I sign this. There’s a mistake in there.”
He shuts his laptop down with one hand and a bang. His nostrils double in size when that doesn’t get a reaction out of me. But seeing him losing his shit just helps me keep this calm facade on. I came here fueled by my anger and now I’m filling my tank with his. “There’s no mistake. You just need to keep your mouth shut when it comes to my name and don’t come here again. Go service Max somewhere else.” His teeth grind as he says that last bit. He thinks I’m an escort, and he’s jealous of Max. Oh, Callie is going to have a field day when she hears about this.
I stand up and slap down the contract on his desk as hard as I can. “Here. It says ‘our future sex encounters’. Right here, can you see? And believe me.” The next words come paused and enunciated. “There will be none.”
He leans back in his massive leather chair and crosses his thick arms, making the thread work hard to keep the fabric of his suit together. Damn, the man is built. Focus, April!
“Oh, really?” he challenges my resolve, eyebrows raised high in defiance.
“Really.” I try to mirror the smugness in his face.
“Is Max paying you to be exclusive?”
I chuckle before I answer, “Oh, me and Max are certainly not exclusive.” I swear I can feel the venom dripping down my chin. Best part is, I haven’t told a single lie since I came into his office.
Liam rises from his chair, hands in his pockets, most likely to keep himself from strangling me. He moves at a deliberate pace, making his way over to my side of the desk. He looks angry and hungry. It’s safe to assume he has a hard time taking no for an answer.
“Then please, enlighten me. You seemed to be having a great time last night. You even said so on your little note.” Oh, why couldn’t he be illiterate? Education is overrated. “My pockets are deeper than his. You must be aware by now that he works for me.”
Seriously? I could gag on his arrogance.
He stops moving only when he’s standing right in front of me, mere inches away, and my breathing speeds up, betraying me.
Liam towers over me and I salute myself for choosing my highest platform heels today. They make me taller and also less likely to shake like a leaf. I still need to lean on his desk for additional support—his proximity overwhelms me.
I struggle a bit to find my words, but after too many and too fast heartbeats, I do. “Well, the meeting I had with your head of HR was very off-putting. So no, I have no interest whatsoever in meeting you a?—”
I must not have sounded very convincing because Liam brings his punishing lips down to mine, and against my better judgment and whole speech, I’m kissing him back just as hungrily. Angrily, I mean angrily.
But what the hell is he angry for?
He thinks I’m a sex worker. And while I do appreciate the praise of my sex skills, I’m livid at myself. Of course, this had to happen the one time I connected with a guy on a first date. How stupid can a smart woman be over a dick?
I truly didn’t feel like he was treating me like I would expect a man to treat an escort. Damn, I’m so confused. And horny, because wow this man can kiss and I damn it, my hands have a mind of their own and are all over his body.
He pulls my hair back with a bit too much force and his eyes bore into mine with a bitter and resentful stare.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” You’d think he is a poor victim by the way he says that and how tortured he looks.
Boo-fucking-hoo.
I’d like my power back. So I drop my hands to my pants, unzip them, and boss him around. “I want your mouth. Don’t just kiss me. Eat me out, make me come. Now.”
Liam tosses his laptop on his chair and the contract on the floor before he lays me on his—lucky me—almost empty desk. Not keen on a workspace cluttered with personal stuff, this one.
He yanks my baggy pants down past my knees and licks my pussy through my lacy panties. One lick has me moaning and my back arching for more. He rips them from my body like a caveman and goes down on me like he hadn’t had his fill mere hours ago.
Liam moans into me and my moans top his; our sounds filling the whole damn office.
This time around is messy and angry and hurried, and so freaking good, too. He pushes three fingers in me, almost forcing me off his desk. He licks and sucks my clit as if he’s getting his oxygen from there. His desperation is driving me crazy and I already wanna come.
He’s the pro here, that’s for sure.
I can’t think straight. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know it shouldn’t be this. But damn it if I have it in me to stop him.
Yes, yes, yes, I’m gonna come. That’s got to be a record for me. “Come for me, April.” Fuck me, did I say that out loud or can he read minds? Whatever just happened, his tongue skills are undisputed and his fingers touch me just where I need.