Page 60 of The Science of Attraction

Do I really want that?

The answer ripped out of my brain.Hell yes, I want that.Or I at least wanted to try. I wanted to try everything while I had Liam here to walk me through it. I trusted him, and the realisation of that shocked me. Along with the fact that it wasn’t just because he was convenient that I wanted to try it all. I wanted it because it was Liam.

He stroked my cheek, bringing me back, his thumb tracing the line of my lips around his cock. “So beautiful.” Then he pushed me off and painted my lips with slick threads of pre-come. It was filthy and sexy and all I wanted was more.

“Damn, you look good like that.” He pulled me up for a kiss and licked my face clean. “Now finish me off, baby.” He pushed me back down and I did as I was told, licking, and nipping, and sucking, and grazing him with my teeth. But it was when I nibbled on his foreskin that he finally gripped my head between his hands and roared, his spill pouring into my mouth until it ran down my chin.

I gagged and swallowed and sucked the best I could, determined to see him through. And I did, slowing my efforts to an almost stop until he gently pulled me up.

“Come here.” He drew me up into his arms and I buried my face in his neck.

“Did I do okay?” I mumbled without lifting my head.

“Okay?” He laughed and turned us onto our sides so we were facing each other. Then he peppered my face with kisses. “It was amazing.Youwere amazing. I’ve got nothing left. I’m jelly.”

I looked for the lie, any sign he was just saying the right thing but there was nothing to find except honesty. My heart swelled with pride and I grinned and nestled against the beautiful inked hawk on his chest. “Like there was ever any doubt.”

He laughed and wrapped me in his arms. “As if.”

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Liam

I shifted the pan of scrambled eggs off the heat and kept stirring. I was so deep in trouble town, I couldn’t even read the sign at the top of the hole. For seven nights Jules Lane had slept in my bed and now I was cooking the man breakfast.

Breakfast, for fuck’s sake.

And it wasmewho had to go to work,nothim.

At a pinch, I usually made an effort to make coffee on the rare occasions I had an overnight guest, but that was about as far as it went. I glanced out the window to catch sight of those airborne porcine that should be blacking out the morning sun, but they were nowhere to be seen. Typical. You could never find a decent pig when you needed one.

“Shit!” I shoved the pan of burning bacon to the side as smoke filled the tiny kitchen. “Dammit.” I switched the extractor fan to high, opened the window, and dumped the blackened rashers into the bin before wiping the pan and grabbing some more from the fridge.

Thiswas exactly why I avoided getting involved with the men I fucked. They screwed with your perfectly sensible brain and got you thinking ridiculous things when you barely even knew them. Case in point, I’d been on the station barely a month. Hardly enough time to get to know my way around a kitchen, let alone fall for someone.

Because I was.

Falling for him.

Falling for Jules.

And it was the stupidest, most reckless thing I could possibly let myself do under the circumstances.

I didn’t have enough fingers to count the oh-so-very-many reasons why it was a mistake. A huge fucking big one.

I added fresh bacon to the clean pan and slid it back onto the heat before frowning at the now dry and unappetising scrambled eggs.Fuck.I added them to the bacon in the dog bin and cracked another six into a bowl before adding more butter to the pan.

It wasn’t like I had my head in the sand about what was happening with Jules. I knew I was getting feelings for the guy, but knowing it wasn’t stopping me from wanting to be around him, wanting to have him in my arms, in my bed, and in a few other places I wasn’t quite ready to admit to.

Because I liked the guy.Reallyliked him, and in a way I hadn’t liked anyone before. Jules was an intoxicating mix of sexy, capable, bossy farmer, and incredibly vulnerable, sensitive, and uncertain man. He was one of those rare unicorns I’d never really believed existed—a genuinely good guy who just happened to be sexy as hell at the same time.

He pushed all my protective buttons and a few more I wasn’t even aware I had. And on top of all of that, the sex was great, and getting better every time we hit the sheets and Jules relaxed more and found his feet. I shivered at the memory of him sucking me dry the night before because—fuck me—I couldn’t remember anyone doing it better. Of course, I was pretty sure that was less to do with his novice technique, and more to do with the fact it was Jules doing it to me.

“Christ!” I dropped the spatula I was stirring the eggs with and raced to turn the bacon before it caught again.

“Can I help with that?” Warm hands slid around the bare skin of my waist and a hot mouth found the side of my neck.

A shiver ran through me. “Yes, you can.” I wriggled free and slapped the spatula in his hand. “You take egg duty. If I burn another load of bacon, I’ll have Greenpeace after me for contributing to ozone depletion.”

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