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  “I knew your touch would feel amazing, but fuck…” he murmurs as I lift up onto my toes and sear my lips to his. It takes him a moment to react, but when he does, it’s like a bomb goes off. His free hand tugs my hair, pulling me closer and his fingers part my folds, and I fucking love it.

  “I hope you know how to use those fingers of yours, because it would be a shame if mine forgot how to do this…” And I simultaneously squeeze and pull him toward me, making his breathing turn erratic.

  “You blackmailing me, beautiful?” he teases, a smile crossing his face. I shrug, my fingers tightening against his balls. This man undoes me at every turn. I’m in big trouble. “Don’t worry…” he whispers, his lips at the shell of my ear. His fingers travel lower through my folds stopping at my entrance, and I whine as his fingers trace the edges of my heat. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” And just like that, two fingers plunge into me, making every cell of my body light up.

  “Yes…yes, that’s it right there!” I almost forget to reciprocate, but when his teeth dig into my neck, I remember that I have his hard cock in my palm. I grip him with everything I have, the tips of my fingers lightly grazing his tip as his fingers sink into my heat, setting my skin on fire.

  “Jesus, JJ. Your hand feels surreal. I can only imagine what that gorgeous mouth would feel like wrapped around my big cock. Can you feel how big it is?” He groans into my neck again and I nod, because there are no words. His fingers are slipping through my wet heat and I can feel the crest coming fast. “I bet you would feel so tight as I sink into you. Fuck, sweetheart, after this I need to fuck you. I need to feel that pussy surround me.”

  I stroke him even faster with every word uttered. He’s driving me higher and higher to the point where my eyes roll into the back of my head. My hand stops its ministrations because the feelings coursing through me are too much. Way too much.

  All of sudden, Liam stops all movement and my head snaps down to see that devilish look in his eye. “I told you…you stop, I stop!” I cry out, my fingers fisting around him once more, loving the feeling of his hot, soft skin against my palm. “That’s it, angel. I know you’re close.”

  “Fuck yes…” I shudder as his fingers dive into me once more, but this time he grinds his palm against my clit, sending me over the edge. The orgasm comes fast and hard and I’m pretty sure I scream Liam’s name, but at this point I don’t know much of anything. Except for the fact that Liam takes my hand and pushes it harder against his erection as his hips roll against me. I stare with rapt fascination as his hips pump one, two, three times into my hand as his orgasm takes over.

  Feeling his release all over my hand sends beads of pleasure all over my body as I relax against the wall. His lips nip lightly at my neck, making their way up to meet mine. This kiss is different, slow and sensual, and I love it even more than the overwhelming passion we just shared.

  I take my hand out of his boxers and smile down at the evidence of his arousal coating my fingers. “Looks like you had a good time,” I tease as he sends me a heated look.

  “You have no fucking idea,” he says, breathless. I bring my fingers to my mouth, needing to know what he tastes like and the moment his arousal hits my tongue I know I’m going to need more. “Damn, JJ, you trying to drive me crazy?” he grunts, kissing me once more. I just smile as I pull my dress down, covering the evidence of what just happened. I turn to make my way down the hall, but he stops me. “Not so fast, gorgeous. You’re not walking away this time.” I stop, turn back to him and watch his gaze travel up and down my body. I must look like I just got fucked because his eyes tell me he wants to do it all over again.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, taking his hand in mine as I lead him out onto the dance floor.

  “What’s that stupid look for?” Damon asks as he enters my office looking like he had a late night himself.

  His dark brown hair looks disheveled and his suit is rumpled, but from the smile on his face, I’d say he doesn’t mind one bit. I’ve been staring at my phone for the last hour, looking at the text message JJ sent last night before she went to bed, and apparently I’m not good at hiding my expressions.

  “Nothing,” I mutter, putting my phone back on my desk. I texted her when I woke up since the image of her hadn’t left my brain since I dropped her off last night after the bar. When she asked if I wanted to come in for “a drink” I knew I needed to leave, because the moment that door shut behind us? I would be all over her and wouldn’t stop until we were both sated. Yet I knew having JJ the way I wanted right now would be too fast. If I’m being honest, what happened in that hallway was too fast, but once I got my hands on her, I couldn’t stop.

  “You’re such a fucking liar,” Damon chuckles as he sits down on the couch across the room. I’ve known Damon since we were kids. We grew up in the same circles, and discovered very early on that we both hated everything that came with money and privilege. Don’t get me wrong, it helped out a lot at times, but it also brought with it expectations that neither of us wanted. With as much time as we spent together as kids, we couldn’t be more opposite today. I’m at the office at all hours of the day, whereas Damon comes and goes as he pleases, something no one questions because he’s fantastic at his job. What Damon does outside of this office is none of my business, even though he’ll sit exactly where he’s sitting right now and tell me all about it.

  “If you’re not going to explain why you look like a lovesick puppy, then let me tell you about my night. Because holy. Shit. The girl I hooked up with last night was wild.”

  I roll my eyes as my phone vibrates beside me. I pick it up and smile.

  JJ: Didn’t expect to hear from you for at least three days.

  Me: Three days?

  JJ: Isn’t that the rule? You make a girl come in an abandoned hallway and then wait three days to call her again? Or is that only after sex?

  She sends a wink face emoji after her text and I can’t help but smile.

  “What the hell are you smiling at, dude?” Damon mutters from the couch. I look up and sigh at the expectant expression on his face.

  “I’m texting someone.” I don’t say who, but I’m pretty sure he knows.

  “No shit, Sherlock. What I want to know is if it’s the girl you’ve been daydreaming about,” I grunt, and he smiles. “Finally,” he mutters as I groan, leaning back against my chair and texting JJ back.

  Me: Considering I’ve been thinking about you and the sounds you made when my fingers were inside you all fucking night, I say six hours was long enough.

  She doesn’t respond and I picture the blush I know is cresting across her cheeks. I look up to see a smirking Damon leaning forward on the couch, hands clasped in front of him. “What?” I ask as he just continues to sit there silently. He shakes his head and gets up, heading towards the door.

  “I’m happy for you, man,” he says as he opens the door and walks out, not hiding the flirtatious look he gives my assistant. He walks toward his office and shuts the door, leaving me blissfully alone. I look back at the phone in my hands, seeing JJ still hasn’t responded, and I wonder if it was too much. God, I hope not, the idea of not seeing her again sits heavy in my stomach.

  Me: Go out with me tonight.

  I send hoping she wasn’t repulsed by my last text. It takes a few minutes but then my phone chimes and I smile at her response.

  JJ: Tonight? That seems a little soon, don’t you think?

  Me: I’m a desperate man, baby, and I want to see you again.

  It’s not a lie. If I knew where she was right now, I would be there in a heartbeat, if only to watch her. Okay, maybe that’s a bit creepy, but I can’t help it. She’s been in my head for days. After a few minutes of no response, I pull the one trump card I know I have.

  Me: I’ll bring the Camaro…

  Within seconds she responds.

  JJ: I’m in.

  I smile at her adorable love for my car, a car I never really wanted in the first place but
Damon told me to buy because it would be a chick magnet. I’ll have to thank him for that later.

  Me: I’ll pick you up at seven

  She immediately answers that she’ll be ready and I can’t help the shit-eating grin that comes over my face. This girl is going to turn my life upside down…and I couldn’t give a shit.

  “So where did you end up last night?” I ask, sitting at the kitchen island as Clara makes a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She shrugs and dips her head and I know from the glazed look that she was with a guy. “What’s his name?” I ask, smiling at the blush that covers her pale cheeks.

  “I don’t know,” she mutters, shoving a spoon of peanut butter into her mouth. I quirk an eyebrow in her direction, questioning the fact that my best friend spent the night with a nameless guy she just met. “Stop looking at me like that,” she says, pointing the now empty spoon in my direction. I put my hands up in surrender.

  “Sorry. I’m just shocked my strait-laced best friend would sleep with a guy she doesn’t know. Let alone not get his name.”

  “We didn’t do much talking, if you know what I mean…” I burst out laughing, loving the smirk that twists across her face.

  “You slut!” I yell as she throws the peanut butter jar at me. I catch it no problem, sticking a finger in and savoring the taste of it in my mouth. “Since when do you…you know?”

  She shrugs and bites into her finished sandwich. “It just sort of happened. We were dancing and his hands felt so good…” Damn, do I know the feeling. Just listening to Clara talk about some other guy’s hands makes me remember the feel of Liam’s hands on me and in me.

  “Girl, I’m one to talk,” I mutter as she chuckles, leaning back against the counter. “But I’m just surprised you would go home with a guy you don’t know. That’s all.” She averts her eyes and I know she’s hiding something. “What?” I ask as she shoves the last of the sandwich into her mouth, shaking her head. “Come on, you know I will follow you around and bug you until you tell me. I did the same thing in college, remember? When you had that crush on Ian Hunter and you refused to admit it?” Her shoulders deflate as she rounds the island and sits next to me.

  “The thing is, I didn’t exactly go home with him…” she mumbles, and it takes a few seconds for the words to sink in. Did she just admit to having sex in the club? No way. Not Clara.

  “Are you telling me you had sex with a stranger in the club?”

  She gives me a slight tilt of her head, masking her face in the palms of her hands. “It all happened to so fast! We were making out on the floor and it felt so amazing, and then we were in the hallway and then before I knew it we were in a room and…you get the rest.” Jesus. This is insane, especially for Clara. I must be silent for longer than I thought because Clara takes my hand and says, “Say something…please?”

  I burst out laughing and I notice her face fall. “Oh no, sweetie, I’m not laughing at you. I’m just laughing at the whole situation.” She gives me a questioning look, her hand leaves mine and I know she’s getting ready for a verbal attack, but that’s not what this is. I take her hand back in mine, making sure she knows I love her no matter what. “I was laughing because of course it would be you, strait-laced Clara, that would end up fucking a nameless guy in a club and then never see him again.” She starts laughing as the tension lifts off her shoulders, and mine.

  “I know. I still can’t believe I did it. It feels like a dream.” Her eyes cast down and a blush creeps up her cheeks. Oh, this is gonna be good. I turn toward her.

  “A good dream, I hope? I mean from the pink on your cheeks I would hope he knew what he was doing,” I joke.

  “Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing,” she mutters, and I smile. Good girl.

  “So he was good?” She quirks a brow and I smile. “What? What’s the point of having a best friend if I can’t live through your experiences?” She just rolls her eyes as she takes her spoon and dips it once again into the peanut butter.

  “You have your own mystery man if I remember correctly,” she says with a mouthful of spoon. I say nothing because she’s right.

  “True. But there are a few key differences. One, I know his name,” I joke.

  “Touché” She nudges me with her shoulder, making me chuckle.

  “Second, I have never done it in a closet at a club hours after meeting someone.” She blushes again and my eyes bulge. “Not hours?” She shakes her head. And I laugh because damn, this girl is living my fantasy. “So I’m going to ask it again, was he any good?”

  “The best,” Clara says, looking me dead in the eyes, and I smile at the evidence of that statement on her face.

  “Ever?” I ask, she nods blowing out a breath. “Wow. That’s saying something.” She slaps my arms and we both laugh. Clara might be famous on YouTube, but I’ve told her on many occasions that she needs to get out more. No matter what the comments on her videos say, she is not as experienced as they think she is, and honestly some of those comments are just gross. Yet Clara never really lets them get to her, even though she reads every single one.

  “Don’t you need to get ready?” she asks as I look over at the clock on the stove and mutter a curse.

  “Yup, he’ll be here in a few hours. I need to shower and get this working from home smell off me.” She laughs, since she knows all too well what that’s like. I head into my bedroom and then into my bathroom, hoping I can stop thinking about Liam’s hands long enough to get ready.

  I chose a tight pair of jeans that hug all my curves and a light beige flowy top that accentuates the girls enough for Liam’s eyes to bulge upon seeing me. That look alone made me feel sexy as fuck as we left my place. He brought his Camaro as promised and the minute I sit on that leather seat and feel the rumble of the engine as we drive, I’m in heaven. He could’ve taken me to a drive-through and I would’ve been happy just to sit in this car all night.

  The drive is too short for my taste and I sigh when he pulls into a semi-deserted parking lot. “Don’t worry, angel, if I have it my way we’ll be spending a lot of time in this car.” His wink sends heat straight to my core, his laughter filling the cab as I shift in my seat.

  The moment the small diner is in front of us I know I made the right decision concerning my jeans. I give past JJ a high five and look over at Liam, who is just staring at me with a small smile across his lips.

  “What?” I question as he takes my hand and brings my fingers slowly to his lips. His tongue traces circles across my knuckles and my thighs clench as the heat travels through my body. What is this man doing to me?

  “You’re gorgeous…you know that?” he whispers, his eyes meeting mine with a look that says he didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m glad he did.

  “You keep talking like that and we might not make it out of this car.” He growls as he kisses my palm and tells me to wait as he gets out of the car. Once my door is open, his hand appears, helping me out.

  “Such a gentleman,” I murmur. He presses me against him and traces his lips across my neck, sending goosebumps all over.

  “My parents weren’t around for much, but they did teach me manners,” he says, a flash of sadness crossing those deep brown eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly and replaced by that sexy look that sends my sex clenching. Before I have a chance to ask more questions about his upbringing, he steers me around the car and towards the diner.

  It’s your typical rundown diner from the outside, and a rusted sign that reads “Mama’s Diner” sits atop the dated brick and windows that take up the entire front of the building, but once you’re inside, everything changes. The décor is a mixture of modern chic and 50s flare, and I love it instantly. There are splatters of Christmas decorations placed strategically around the diner, my favorite being the small white tree beside the old-fashioned cash register. It’s decorated with all black ornaments and red-painted popcorn garland, making it stand out the moment you step into the place. I can hear a radio station playing “All I Want for C
hristmas is You,” and I smile, loving that song. “How come I never knew this place existed?” I say in utter awe Liam leads me towards the back of the diner, to a table with a sign that reads “reserved.” I look over at him questioningly, but he just smirks and gestures for me to sit.

  “No one really pays attention to this place because it’s off the side of the road and it looks abandoned from the outside,” he motions to the booths surrounding us. “But they don’t realize how amazing the atmosphere is…and the food.” He groans, remembering the taste.

  “Well, aren’t you an ass kisser,” an older woman says from beside the booth. I look over and see a huge smile on her face as she beams at Liam. Her graying hair falls elegantly down her shoulders and a pair of cat eyeglasses sit on the bridge of her nose. If I didn’t know better I would think we went back time, but the Rolling Stones T-shirt and ripped jeans give her away. “Don’t let those compliments fool you, this boy is nothing but trouble.” She winks at Liam, who smiles brightly up at her, and for a second I wonder who this woman is to him.

  “JJ, angel, this is Mama Jenn, the woman who practically raised me.” I quirk an eyebrow at him, knowing this isn’t his mother, not with what he’s told me. “No, she’s not my mother,” he says, reading my mind. “But she might as well have been. I worked here until I went off to college.” Hmm…interesting.

  “It took me that long to whip his ass into shape. You should have seen him when he first got here. Entitled little thing.” Liam rolls his eyes as Mama Jenn just laughs it off. “I didn’t expect much since he came from those leeches, but after a few months he warmed up and then I couldn’t get him to leave.” A smile rises across my face, because the idea of young Liam here, working, is a sight I really wish I could have seen.

  “You worked here?” I know I shouldn’t be shocked but I am. I just can’t see it. I look over at Mama Jenn and see a skeptical look on her face and I backtrack. “I just can’t see his parents allowing it, from what I’ve heard.” The smile returns, and they both start laughing.