Page 65 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

The steam was suffocating. The water was blinding, and all I could feel was the relentless pressure of his hot mouth. I reached my limit in seconds, my body coiling tight until I shattered, a long moan escaping me as my internal muscles clamped down. I saw stars behind my eyelids as the orgasm wrung me out, leaving me boneless and gasping for air.

When he finally stood up, his face was glistening, and his cock was a thick, heavy weight pressing against my stomach. He looked smug as he kissed me, letting me taste myself until I felt him.

I licked my lips and glanced down, but he didn’t seem to care about how hard his cock was.

“Let me…” I whispered, and his eyes widened, color slashing his angular cheeks.

“I’m all yours,” he rasped, his breath hot against my lips.

I was shy at first until he had wrapped my hand around his cock. It was massive and thick with heavy veins, and pulsing with a heat that felt like it would burn my palm. He guided my movements, showing me the exact speed and pressure he wanted, his jaw tight as I pumped him.

“Faster, Deepika,” he groaned, his head falling back against the tiles. I watched him, mesmerized by the way his throat moved when he swallowed and the way his abs rippled with every breath.

I abandoned the guidance and took over, my thumb rubbing circles over the weeping head of his shaft while I used my other hand to cup his heavy, tight balls.

The sound he made was a filthy growl of my name. “Deepika... fuck.”

Liam squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body tensing like a bowstring, and then he came apart with a violent force. The thick, white heat of his release splashed across his sculpted abs and my trembling fingers.

It was one of the hottest, most humiliatingly beautiful things I’d ever witnessed.

I woke up to an empty bed and sunlight streaming through the windows.

My body was deliciously sore and relaxed in a way I hadn’t felt in months. Maybe even years.

I stretched with a long sigh, the silk sheets sliding over my skin, and my face immediately flushed hot at the memory of last night. My thighs felt heavy and well-used, a lingering ache between them that served as a delicious reminder of what had happened the night before.

I bit my lip hard, the phantom sensation of his mouth still tingling against my skin, as the heavy, persistent throb between my legs returned.

To distract myself, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

My stomach dropped seeing the notifications.

The first text was from Blake.

Blake: We have a problem!

She had sent a link with it, and I clicked it open, my stomach churning with nerves as the article loaded slowly, each word appearing like a death sentence.

Olympic Playboy’s Shame: The Teammate’s Girlfriend He Seduced!

Photos of Liam with a gorgeous woman with dark hair, an athletic build, and a smile that could sell toothpaste. She was Sofia, the Portuguese swimmer.

The article included text exchanges, screenshots of messages that looked damning out of context.

You looked beautiful tonight.

Can we talk privately?

Anonymous sources claimed that Liam deliberately pursued his teammate Joshua’s girlfriend at an Olympic after-party. That he’d been inappropriate and a home-wrecker.

The internet had split into warring factions. #CancelLiam trended alongside #TeamLiam. His sponsor was ‘reconsidering their partnership’ while Joshua was getting media requests.

I’ll ask him

Blake called me as soon as I sent her the message.

“You should distance yourself from him,” she said immediately. “This is exactly the kind of scandal we’re trying to avoid. Break up with him publicly. I’ll draft a statement⁠—”