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“Too late,” she says. “I think that ship has already sailed.” She smirks and plays with her hair. I lick my lips. I'd like to see her naked on my lap, smirking as I pull her hair back and watch as she sucks my cock.

“Uh-huh.” I bite down on my lower lip and run my fingers through my hair. I need to focus on the plan at hand and not trying to fuck her. While it is obvious that we both want each other, I know better than to actually fuck her. I’m not looking for that sort of drama in my life.

"So to be clear, The Watermelon Hole is not a good idea for a luxury hotel chain, unless you..." She frowns. "Are you listening to me, Liam?"

“Kinda...maybe I'm known by sexier names than the Tacky King.”

“Uh, I very much doubt it," she says, shaking her head. “Maybe grumpy asshole, but I mean, it’s not like I've heard anyone other than me say that.”

"I have another moniker you can give me."

"And that is?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know." She puts her hands on her hips and looks around. "I also don't have all day."

"You kinda do..." I reach over and brush a wisp of her hair away from her face. "You work for me now. I own your days."

"You own my nothing." She presses her lips together. "Get it right. Anyway, what's the other moniker you have for yourself?"

"Big Dick Liam." I grin at her and wait for her to blush and look down, but once again, she surprises me as she takes a step forward. She looks left, then right, and then runs her hand down my chest when she sees no one paying attention to us. My entire body stands to attention as her lips move closer to my ears.

"This is the only time you will hear the words Big Dick Liam coming out of my mouth," she says as she whispers in my ear, and her hand slides further down. I groan as she palms my crotch and leans against me. "It's not feeling that big right now, hon."

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me hard. Her breasts crush into my chest, and my hand slides down her ass. I thrust forward so that she can feel my hardening cock against her stomach and grin as she moans slightly. I know she can feel me against her. Her hand is still pressed against my cock, and I let it jump forward slightly against her hand.

"Like I said..." she mumbles as she looks into my eyes. "It's not feeling that big right now, but I'll let you know what I think when I see it in person." She licks her lips slowly and blows against my mouth softly. "Because when the time comes, I'll be able to use all my expertise in evaluating little Liam," she purrs as she reaches her arms around my neck. She presses her entire body into me and murmurs loudly before slipping her hand up under my chest. "I'm so wet right now." She moans against my lips. "If we're not going to The Watermelon Hole anymore, do you mind if I take care of business?"

"Take care of business?" I raise an eyebrow at her. I can't believe how hard she's making me.

"I think you know what I mean."

"You want me to allow you to masturbate while on the job? Is that what I'm paying you for?"

"You can watch." She grins. "Might teach you a couple of things about how to get a woman off."

"Are you joking?"

"Cancel the typing test and you'll find out."

"I thought you weren’t going to blow me to get out of..." I grin as she presses her finger to my lips. "I guess technically this is not blowing me. So, where do we go?"

"Where do you want us to go?" She shrugs and takes a step back. "We can go to your place or mine?"

"Let's go to your place." I nod. "Let me just make a few calls, and we can head over there now." I pause as I realize that going to her place might not be the smartest idea. "Actually, let's go to my place. I quite like the idea of your juices on my sheets." I stare her directly in the eyes. "Where do you want me to sit while you're doing your thing?"

"We'll see." She winks and shakes her head. "I'm not sure yet. Maybe I'll have you standing by the bed. Or maybe you'll have to wait in the doorway. If you're lucky...." She lets her voice trail off. "Well, I'll save that secret for later."

"Fuck." I mumble under my breath. This is a bad idea. A very very bad idea. But I know there's no way in hell that I'm going to tell her no now. Elisabetta Franco is a bombshell and the most openly sexual creature I've ever met in my life. And I'm loving every moment of getting to know her better.

Chapter Nine

Elisabetta

My legs are trembling in the back seat of the cab. Liam is on the phone with someone from The Watermelon Hole, explaining why he's canceled their meeting, and I'm questioning my sanity. I want to whip out my phone and call Skye and ask her how to get out of the predicament I now find myself in. I’m about twenty minutes away from being naked on Liam's bed, playing with myself. Half of me is excited to live out this fantasy, while the other half of me feels like I need to be locked up.

Liam Gallagher is too sexy for his own good. And too damn cocky. He truly thinks he is God's gift to women, and I know he thinks he could have me whenever he wants. It is a pet peeve of mine when men think they can have whatever woman they want, whenever they want. Especially men like Liam. Because the fact of the matter is that I do want Liam. And if I were to have met him in another setting, he could have his wicked way with me, whichever way he wants it, and I hate to admit that.

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