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“You don’t have to ask twice,” I breathed. I thrust up into my hand one last time, feeling the first spurt of cum shoot out. Liam opened his mouth, and I aimed my cock towards it, watching as a glistening string of cum connected us for a moment before disappearing into his waiting lips.
My body shook at the sight, and a moment later I fell off him, sprawling by his side, trying to catch my breath. Then Liam did something unexpected. He leaned over and kissed me. When he opened his lips against mine, I tasted myself, my spunk still hot in his mouth. A moment later, Liam broke the kiss and got out of bed. He fumbled with the camera for a moment, then he placed his hands on hips and grinned at me.
“Not bad for a rookie, Jack. Wanna do it again?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jack
My face burned as the words sank in. I blinked at him, unsure if I was supposed to laugh, flirt back, or throw myself out the window. Instead, I did the most sensible thing I could think of: I bolted.
I practically tripped over my own feet getting out of Bradley’s old bedroom. My heart was thudding in my chest like I’d just sprinted a mile. I couldn’t deal with this right now—not the smirk, not the words, not the... feelings.
Once in my room, I slammed the door, leaning against it as if Liam might follow me. Of course, he didn’t. He probably didn’t even notice how fast I’d run away. I grabbed the first clothes I could find—a pair of sweats, an old hoodie, and my sneakers—and yanked them on. Then I glanced in the mirror and realized I’d forgotten something very important if I was to wear these gray sweats out of the apartment.
“Shit, I’ll need underwear too.”
After putting them on, I realized I could barely think straight. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on in my head.
After leaving my bedroom, I made a beeline for the front door. My hand was on the knob when I heard footsteps behind me.
“Jack?”
I froze.
I didn’t want to turn around, but I did. And there he was—standing in the hallway with a towel slung low around his hips, damp and shiny from the shower. Damn it, he was too sexy, dripping water down his neck and chest.
Liam cocked his head, his expression soft. “Are you okay? Because I know what it’s like to—”
“I’m fine.” The words shot out of my mouth too fast, too sharp. “I just... I need to clear my head.”
Before he could say anything else, I threw the door open and stepped out into the hallway, closing it firmly behind me.
The elevator was blessedly empty when I stepped inside. I hit the lobby button and leaned back against the mirrored wall.
My reflection stared back at me—flushed cheeks, slightly messy hair, and eyes that couldn’t quite decide whether to look pissed off or terrified. I didn’t know which one I actually felt.
“I think I felt more than I’m supposed to,” I mumbled, staring at my mouth as it formed the words. Then I dropped my head into my hands.
The ding of the elevator stopped me from spiraling further. On the third floor, the doors opened, and in stepped an older woman who looked like she should be gracing the cover ofChic Seniorsmagazine. She eyed me like I’d just stepped out of a mud pit, her lips twitching with something between amusement and disapproval.
“Ma’am,” I murmured, gesturing for her to step out first when we hit the lobby. She swept past me without so much as a nod.
Before I could make it out of the elevator, Nessa appeared, almost tackling the poor woman in her haste.
“Jack!” she called, grabbing my arm. “You’ve got to tell Liam—”
“Nessa,” I groaned, already knowing this wouldn’t end well.
“—that he’s so damned handsome, but he really needs to do something about those eyebrows. They look like two caterpillars glued to his forehead! If he’s going to make X-rated videos, the least he can do is be well-groomed.”
The older woman stopped, turned around and stared at us for a moment, then rushed away.
“How do you know about that?”
She flashed a full-on I’ve-got-you-now smirk. “My bestie Moira and I found Lucien’s FantasyFans page. Small world, huh?”
My mouth opened and closed a few times, no words coming out.