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“We both know,” she grins. “A little Mr. Gallagher.”

“There’s nothing little about Mr. Gallagher,” I whisper. I run my fingers across her trembling lips, and she just stares at me. My hand moves down to her neck and then her collarbone. She starts breathing rapidly now. My finger runs down her collarbone toward the valley between her breasts and moves over to the right. She gasps. My thumb gently caresses her nipple, and she stares at me. I wonder if she’s going to stop me.

“What are you doing, Liam?”

“I think we both know what I’m doing. The question is, do you want me to stop?”

She licks her lips slowly, grabs my tie again, and pulls me down so that my lips are mere inches from hers.

“Listen to me very closely,” she says, as she pulls me down even further, and now my lips are grazing hers. She leans up and presses her lips against me. It’s such a sweet, surprising moment that, for one moment, I absolutely lose my mind. I kiss her back, my fingers running through her hair. My hand grazes the side of her breast. I groan as she reaches up and runs her fingers down the side of my neck.

“You want to be inside of me, don’t you?” she moans against my lips.

I feel her teeth biting down on my lower lip, and I grunt as I nod my assent.

I reach down and play with her belly button, my fingers moving further still. I want to touch her. I want to bring her to orgasm. I want her to know that my fingers can do things that her fingers didn’t even know existed. They move down a couple more inches, and I’m just about to slide between her legs to meet paradise when she bursts out laughing and pushes me away.

“Like I said before, Liam. You can look, but you cannot touch.” She sits up and runs her fingers through her hair.

“I had a very nice and amazing orgasm all by myself,” she said, smiling. “And, unlike Lucinda, I don’t give a shit about you and what you can do or where you are or why you haven’t called me. So, now, I think I’m going to put my clothes back on, and we can go back to the office to do some work. Sound good?”

She winks at me, and I stare at her, flabbergasted. She knows that she’s won this one.

Chapter Eleven

Elisabetta

Oh, my gosh! What am I doing?That’s the only thought running through my head as I hurriedly put my clothes back on.

Liam’s gone to the living room to get himself some water, and I am literally trembling from the moment we just had. The look in his eyes when I’d orgasmed almost made me spread my legs and beg him to take me because he was right; I did come a little bit. But I was so far away from the orgasm I really wanted that it wasn’t funny. Only he could fulfill that itch.

I’ve never masturbated in front of a man before. Yet, I realize that it was the biggest aphrodisiac that I’ve ever had in my life. It was way better than champagne and oysters. Fuck! I wanted him, and he knew it, but the fact of the matter was he wanted me, too, maybe even more than I wanted him. I’d seen the shake in his hand. I smile to myself as I run my fingers through my hair. He wanted me badly.

I frown as I think about the phone call that he got. Who the fuck is Lucinda? I know I shouldn’t care. I mean, he is my boss, and we haven’t even gone on a date, so he doesn’t oweme anything, but I’m pissed as hell. She’s obviously important enough to him to take the call while I was playing with myself, which in itself is a travesty. So rude!

I lick my lips. I’m dressed, but I’m not ready to go out and see him again. I know I should feel slightly embarrassed, but I don’t. I’m proud of my body, and I’m at peace with my sexuality. I’m a sexual woman, and I don’t care who knows it. I’m not ashamed of the fact that I like to receive pleasure more than I like to give. In fact, sometimes I really like to give, and if Liam were a nicer guy, I would have been on my knees sucking him off already. Because even though I teased him and called his wiener "little Mr. Gallagher” it looked big as hell in his pants, and I really wanted some eye-to-eye contact. I giggle to myself as I stand there. I’m totally out of my element.

I’m about to walk out into the living room and tell him that we should get back to the office when my phone starts ringing. I’m going to ignore it unless it’s Skye. But then, I see it’s my dad. He rarely calls me. I don’t really want to speak to him now because I don’t want to have to explain where I am, but for some reason, I find myself answering the phone.

“Hey, Dad. What’s going on?”

“Darling, I am so glad to hear your voice.”

“Is everything okay?” I say immediately. For one, my dad has never been glad to hear the sound of my voice before, and two, he sounds stressed. My dad never sounds stressed.

“I’m okay,” he says. “It’s just been a bit of a crazy time for me right now. I didn’t hear from you about the engagement ball, so…”

“What engagement ball, Dad?”

“Your engagement ball.”

“Umm…what are you talking about? You said it was going to be a party for me to come out and meet a bunch of eligible bachelors and possibly meet someone I want to marry. Not thatit was going to be celebrating an engagement. I haven’t even met this man yet.”

My father sighs. “Things are a little different here, Elisabetta. You know that.”

“I don’t know anything. What are you talking about? What is different? What is going on?”

“I just want to know when you’re going to be in town and how many of your friends are going to come because…”

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