Page 44 of Boss Abroad
“Keep me busy, Liam. Just for today. Make me forget.” Giving Liam full reign over my body seems like the perfect way to do that. “I wanna forget you, forget this day, forget all about this mess.”
He pulls me into him and the doors from the elevator open. Me? I didn’t even notice the elevator stopping.
Liam stands in the way to keep the doors from closing and checks if the corridor is clear. He kisses me stupid again and reaches for my ass, raising me to his waist, where I wrap my legs around him. “Good reflexes. Not that drunk then.”
The show-off carries me with only one arm, hand on my ass, and pulls my luggage with the other.
I start undoing his tie and shirt buttons before he reaches our room.
“I’ll make you forget about today, baby girl. But about me? Not a chance. Why the fuck would I make you forget about me, when you’re all I thought about since the moment I woke up?” He throws me on the bed, and my brain bounces in my skull longer than my body on the mattress, trying to recover from the blow of his words.
“Me? You thought I was a hooker!”
“A very talented one at that.” He finishes what I started, taking off his jacket, tie and shirt.
I laugh out loud, loving when he catches me off guard with a good comeback. Liam is too intense to be labeled as funny, but when I’m not mad or wanting to kill him, I’m usually smiling or laughing with him. Oh, and moaning too.
“I was about to book your services again, that was, before you blew my brains all over the conference table. And I don’t do seconds, April.”
“Escorts or dates?” I ask with sass.
“Neither.”
“And yet, here you are.”
“Yes, you’re making me break my own rules. So how about you let me break one of yours? It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
Liam grabs the tequila bottle from my purse and walks back to the bed, unscrewing the cap and taking a few gulps. My mouth goes dry at that image: he’s shirtless, all muscle and golden skin.
His eyes roam all over me like he’s deciding where to start. I’m no longer laughing. I’m panting, waiting to be pounced on by this beast of a man.
He puts the bottle on the side table and leans one knee on the bed as he reaches for my legs. His strong hands wrap around my ankles, massaging my calves up and down.
I’m relaxing, about to turn into a puddle, when all of a sudden he pulls both of my legs, bringing my ass to the edge of the bed and making me yelp. He’s rough with me and I. Love. It.
Men tend to be careful with me just because I’m little. Like I’ll break in half or something. Not Liam, he likes to test me, to see how far he can take it. How deep. How loud he can make me scream his name. I’m more than willing to rise up to his challenges, begging for the next one, like a thirsty little…
I blush before I finish the thought. He’s turning me into someone else, and I’m having the time of my life with it.
His knee is between my thighs now, and I start dry humping it. My skirt rides up and I can feel my cheeks burning. I must look like a bitch in heat. I lean up onto my elbows to get a better look at him.
He raises his eyebrows, encouraging me to say something. He looks like he’s trying to pry into my mind. I make an effort to clear the fog of lust and tequila from my brain and try to remember what he said last.
Rules? Something about rules? “I can’t think of any rules for you to break.” To be honest, I can’t think, period. When Liam’s this close to me, my pussy takes over and my brain is happy to take the back seat.
“I can. You’re going to fuck your boss.”
“Don’t remind me. I don’t think that bottle has enough tequila to make me forget that.”
He leans in to kiss me again and I put one arm, then the other, around his neck. He’s not afraid I’ll break and I’m not afraid to use his size and strength to my advantage.
I’m hanging from his neck and he doesn’t even budge. I can’t walk a straight line at the moment, but I bet good money I can climb this man blindfolded.
He moves his thigh backward and his hand moves up my leg, all the way up until he’s caressing me through my panties. I’m soaked and he can feel it. He breaks the kiss and holds his forehead to mine, making a sound from the back of his throat that makes me clench. “So fucking wet for your boss and I haven’t even taken off your clothes yet.”
He presses his thumb to my clit, applying pressure and making me squirm. “So responsive. Are you aiming for employee of the week?” I’d laugh if he wasn’t moving my panties to the side and inserting a single digit in me. He pumps in and out slowly, before he brings that finger to his mouth, sucking my arousal from it. “So fucking delicious.”
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