Page 37 of Hired By the Enemy
And then Liam’s pushing inside me, and along with the initial burn, there is so, so much pleasure, like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“Oh, holy fuck,” he rasps. He presses a kiss into the back of my neck, and he sounds as bewildered as I feel. “Why the hell is this so good?”
I can’t answer that question. I have no idea why either.
But it’s reassuring to know it’s not just me feeling this way.
Why does the person in the world who seems the most sexually compatible with me have to be the person I despise the most?
Liam plants another kiss on my shoulders, his hands reverently stroking my side, leaving trails of goosebumps on my skin.
“Move,” I command.
Liam obliges, pistoning his hips, lighting me up from the inside.
“Oh shit, shit,” he chants.
“Liam,” I manage to get out in a half-moan. “Don’t…stop…”
It’s perfect. It’s bliss.
I have never had someone fuck me this good. Nailing my prostate on every thrust, filling me so impeccably that I’m almost sobbing with pleasure.
And I can feel my orgasm building inside me, like a tidal wave that cannot be contained.
Liam reaches around with one hand to touch me, and it’s all over.
“Oh, I’m coming. I’m coming.” My words are unnecessary because I’m currently spilling all over the bed.
Liam lasts a few more thrusts before he’s coming too, emptying himself into the condom, buried deep inside me.
I flop forward, and Liamcomes with me.
He withdraws slowly, gently. He deposits one last kiss on my shoulder, and somehow, it lingers there, the feel of Liam’s lips on my skin, like it’s soaking into me.
I roll over so I can see his face. He smiles, and there’s something so unguarded about it. I’ve never seen Liam smile like that before, at least not at me.
I find myself giving him a tentative smile back.
“That’s the best way to work off animosity that I can think of,” he says.
“Yeah, I can’t think of a better one.” I’m still breathless, so my words come out ragged.
My breath takes a while to settle because Liam is apparently a cuddler after sex, pulling me into him, tracing slow circles on my arm, a lazy smile still on his face.
I keep touching his incredible chest because, really, it’s such a waste to just look and not touch.
Liam finally glances at the clock, and his expression turns to alarm.
“Oh shit, we’re going to be really late for breakfast.”
He’s right. We have a limited time to get to breakfast, and then I’ve got to make my meeting.
We both quickly clean up and throw on some clothes.
My head is spinning, trying to come to grips with what just happened as we walk along the path toward the restaurant.
A dog is yapping happily on the beach as its owner throws the ball for it, and Liam pauses to watch it with a wistful smile.
