Page 64 of The CEO I Hate

“Easy,” I murmured.

“I know how to handle myself,” she said, her fingertips inching along my jaw.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I grumbled, brushing my thumb over her lips before nipping at her earlobe. My next words ghosted across her cheek. “You have no idea…I’m about to make you lose control.”

I ducked out of the door and around the car, offering her my hand. I tugged, and she came willingly into my arms, pressing close. I let myself go, my hands roaming free. I grabbed her ass, squeezing through her skirt, and she made a noise that I swallowed with the next kiss.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked, needing to hear the words before we were too far gone.

“I’m sure. Are you?” she gasped as my lips latched onto her neck. “Don’t forget, you’re the one who’s always showing me the door.”

I pulled her closer, letting her know that wasn’t an option anymore. “The only thing I’m showing you tonight is my bed.”

“Promises, promises,” she said breathily.

“Promises, indeed.” I shoved her up against the Porsche, grinding my hips against hers as I sucked harder on her neck.

“Oh,” she groaned, her hands tugging at my shirt, my belt, my back. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to undress me or just looking for something to hold onto as I rocked against her. This was how I wanted her. Soft and warm and very clearly as hungry for this as I was.

“Liam,” she whispered, sounding needy and desperate. “Please.”

I reached down slowly, pressing the palm of my hand between her thighs, and I watched her eyelids flutter as she clung to my shoulders, riding my hand.

“Liam,” she gasped as I eased the pressure a bit. Her hips chased the friction, her fingers clawing at me desperately. “God…please.”

“I want you to come right now,” I said, removing my hand long enough to hike her skirt up. I looked into her eyes before I made another move, waiting for permission. She nodded, her mouth open in a littleOof pleasure.

I slid my hand between her legs, shoving her underwear aside, finding her slick and eager. Mia’s eyes closed, wanton sounds spilling from her throat as I rolled my fingers against her clit.

“I want you to think about coming every time you see me in this car. Think about how good I make you feel.”

All she could do was moan in response, her hips moving in time with my fingers. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, bracing myself against the passenger door, the other hand fully devoted to driving Mia wild.

She seized up suddenly, her entire body jolting like it had been struck by lightning. And then she sagged, trembling in my arms as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Fuck,” she said, sinking against me.

“I plan to,” I said, my fingers still gently teasing her clit, drawing out the pleasure ricocheting through her body. “How’re your legs?”

“Jello,” she murmured.

I chuckled. “Should I carry you to the bedroom?”

Mia looked up at me coyly. “Oh, were you wanting something?”

I growled, leaning close to her, and said, “Yes,you…splayed out for me on the bed, moaning my name as I fuck you.”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

“I’m going to make you come so many times tonight you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

She lifted her chin, meeting my eyes defiantly. “We’d better get started then. You’ve got a lot of work to do.” She tugged on my hand, and I let her lead me to one of the doors in the garage. She paused, looking over her shoulder. “I don’t know where I’m going.”

“This is not new information, Gretel.”

She rolled her eyes, and I laughed as I led her through the door that connected to the kitchen. From there, we passed into the living room. Mia muttered “wow” under her breath.

“Did you want the tour?” I asked.

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