Page 130 of Not That Impossible

“Closed.”

I typed it in.

After the first fifteen keystrokes, Liam said, “You don’t mess around with your passwords.”

“Shh.” I entered the last five, and hit enter.

His hands drifted up to my pecs and rubbed absently.

“Okay, so. This is my secret folder,” I said. I maximised the window. I’d organised the files into sub-folders for the stories that were easily categorised, and left the outliers and current stories in the main folder.

“That’s a lot of files,” Liam said. “You’ve worked very hard on this. If I didn’t know you, I’d be alarmed. Luckily, I know you. And I like weird.”

“Am I weird?”

“Yeah. You’re my kind of weird. I love it. I love you.” A hand skated down my abs and cool fingers traced the damp tip of my cock. He paused, as if startled, then drew a slow, deliberate circle over the head.

My back arched involuntarily.

“Is this turning you on, Jasper?” he said.

“You touching me? Of course it is.”

“I meant this.” He tightened an arm around my waist. “Being held here. Helpless. Me clothed, you naked. Doing as you’re told. Exposing yourself to me.”

Oh my god, he hadn’t evenreadany of them yet.

“It’s okay.” He pulled my head back and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I know you like it. Now. Shall I pick one? Or do you want to pick one for me?” The fingers circling the head of my cock became a light grip, and he jacked me lazily. I whined and pushed my hips up, seeking more. He lifted his hand away until I sank back onto his lap. Only then did he touch me again.

“I think I’ll choose,” he said. “Hmm. What do we have here?” He scanned the titles of the folders—I assumed. I’d closed my eyes.

“There’s a whole folder for warlords and barbarian conquerors,” he said contemplatively. “I’m tempted by the caveman one here. You mentioned that earlier. Oh. What about this?Alien Pirate Captain Liam Nash Plunders My Booty. That sounds good.”

“I’m terrible with titles! It’s just a working title!”

He shook against me. “I think the warlord folder looks interesting.”

I still had my eyes shut, but I heard the double click of the mouse.

“You should know,” I told him, “you’re not always the warlord.” Eventually he was, but I didn’t see any point going into details right now.

“I remember. Sometimes I’m your eager war prize and you mercilessly take me.”

“You remember that?”

“Hard to forget,” he said. “I’m interested to see how it would go. What about this one? Is this a good one?” The mouse clicked again. “The Bastard Liam Nash Gets What’s Coming:On His Face.”

It was one of the recently undeleted stories. “I suck at titles!”

“I don’t know. That’s compelling enough to make me want to read it.”

I heard a few more clicks, then silence.

“Liam?” I said.

“Mhm.” It was a rough noise at the back of his throat.

“Are you reading one?”

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