Page 43 of Boss Abroad
I try listing the reasons I’m mad at him, but I lose count while I get lost in those whiskey eyes and let his strong arms carry my weight. Why was it again?
Amnesia by tequila and lust would be an accurate diagnosis for my current condition.
“Did you let Terry touch you like this, April?”
His eyes are dark and hooded. He spreads his fingers, some finding a path between my top and pants to my skin. His touch gets rougher. His hand is punishing and his stare menacing.
My throat goes hoarse, and I have to cough before I find my voice to answer him. “It’s Doctor Hadden to you, Mr. Gunn.”
“No, it’s not.” He erases what little distance there was between our bodies and my back molds to his front. “There’ll be no Mr. Gunn or Dr. Hadden in this hotel. It’s just Liam, hard and ready to fuck you, April, until you forget both of those last names.”
That sounds tempting, not gonna lie.
The elevator arrives and I try to walk in to get rid of him, but Liam holds me in place, showing me who’s in charge. He guides me in, his body pushing mine from behind.
We walk into the empty elevator and I see that he’s carrying a suitcase he must have gotten from my apartment. Oh, no. It’s Callie’s suitcase. Guess the big tag with “London Essentials” cued him in.
He turns us around, ready to exit as soon as the doors open. We’re alone in the car, but he still whispers for my ears only, “If you trip again, I’m going to carry you over my shoulder.”
“Caveman.” I’m happy I’m not facing the mirror right now, so he can’t see how much I like the sound of that threat.
“I can smell the tequila coming out of your skin,” he accuses, like that’ll offend me. Ha!
“Oh, you like my perfume? Thank you, Mr. Gunn.” He grabs my hair and pulls my head back.
“I said…” and then he pulls harder, “you will call me Liam when we’re here. Haven’t I told you I don’t appreciate repeating myself, April?”
He trails the flat of his tongue from behind my ear to where my neck meets my shoulder, bites me hard right there and my legs turn into overcooked spaghetti.
I moan in surprise, desperate to remember why I should stop him when it feels this good. I can do that, right?
Keeping April and Dr. Hadden apart should be easy. The arduous, grueling task is to separate Liam from Mr. Gunn. The delicious, intense, sex-on-legs Liam from the asshole, patronizing, rude as hell Mr. Gunn.
He caresses the place he was pulling my hair a mere second ago and kisses where he for absolute sure left a mark on my neck. Punishment and reward, yes, that’s Liam alright.
His hand moves to the tequila bottle poking out of my handbag.
“Were you planning on drinking this up straight from the bottle? All by yourself?”
I push my ass back at his hard-everywhere-body.
“Are you offering me a shot glass or your company?”
Liam turns me around like I’ve been his dance partner for the last decade and pushes me against the door. “I’m not offering, April. I’m taking.” And with that, he brings his head down and crushes my lips with his.
His kiss is rough and just what I need right now, because I may be horny, but I’m mad as hell too. He bites and sucks on my lips and tongue. I kiss him back with the same fight, taking more than giving. Then I smile into his mouth, loving it.
“How drunk are you?” he stops to ask, his control seemingly hanging by a thread, and fuck if consent isn’t hot as hell.
“I’m sober enough to know what I want right now, Liam. And what I want is for you to fuck my brains out until I forget about this day.” I nip and lick his bottom lip, dragging my wet tongue all the way to his ear, feeling his hard dick throb against my stomach. “And drunk enough to let you do whatever you want with my body to make that happen.”
Liam draws back, still pinning me in place, his wide chest rising and falling. He looks torn, unsure. It’s cute that he cares if I’m too drunk. That it matters. As it should.
But I’m not. I’m surfing that sweet spot where you lose your inhibitions, but still can be trusted to make decisions. Yeah, I’m drunk, but I don’t want to drive a car. I just wanna fuck. The raise of his eyebrows lets me know I for sure said that one out loud.
“Keep up that dirty talk and I might need to wash that mouth with more tequila.” I smile at the sound of his promise.
If I can’t practice self restraint around Liam when I’m a hundred percent sober, I won’t waste my time attempting that with the amount of tequila pumping in my veins right now. This day was too much and I want to shut everything off, shove everything out of my mind.