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Liam slides his hand down the side of my thigh, and then he’s lifting up my dress. He rucks the fabric up around my waist, handful by handful. When he reaches the hem, his fingers graze my bare thigh. I gasp against his mouth. His touch, so close to my center, sends a wave of need through me, and my panties dampen with urgent desire.

He skims his palm higher up my thigh. I’m quivering as his thumb reaches the edge of my panties, teasing beneath the hem. He groans when he feels how wet I am, and he pushes the tip of his thumb inside me. I feel my muscles clench around him, wanting more. But he slides his thumb out of me, then up along my folds, dragging my wetness up to my clit.

When he presses my sensitive bud, my legs go weak. I cling tighter to Liam’s shoulders as he supports me against the wall. He rubs his thumb in circles, and I tip back my head to moan. He knows exactly how to touch me.

“Liam,” I pant, and he presses harder. The muscles of my thighs tighten as pressure gathers in my core. I feel myself tense, desperate for release. “Liam, I’m close.”

“Come for me, Brioni,” he orders, and the commanding sound of my name from his lips sends me over the edge.

My orgasm rushes through me, shockwaves of pleasure pulsing from my core. Liam keeps his pressure on my clit until tears leak from my closed eyes. Then he’s burying his face in my neck, his body pressing mine to the wall. I feel his hardness against my hip, and the urge to wrap my fingers around him is too much.

I slide my hand down between us. I’m so lewdly desperate to feel him that I go straight for his zipper, tugging it open so I can slip my fingers inside. He groans into my hair as I stroke him through his boxer briefs. It isn’t enough. I want to feel him, his bare skin against mine. Sliding my touch beneath the fabric, I curl my fingers around his hard length.

We both gasp then. Him in pleasure, and me at the size of him, the velvety feel of him in my hand. As I begin to stroke him, I’m vividly aware that this is Liam, and what we’re doing breaks past the boundaries of friendship.

But it’s exactly what we both want.

He reaches down to help me undo his pants. The sight of him, how huge he is, how eager for me, sends another rush of wetness to my core. With my dress around my hips, he pulls my panties to the side and positions himself at my entrance, so similar to how I’ve imagined him taking me. I cling to his shoulders, needing him so badly I’m shaking.

Then he’s pushing into me, and the sensation overwhelms everything else. I bite my lip, whimpering as he stretches me open. He grips my thigh to pull my leg up around his hip. It changes the angle of him inside me, and I moan as he sinks even deeper. He buries himself all the way in, filling me, claiming me as his.

When he tilts his hips to hit my inner spot, stars flicker behind my eyes. I cry out, and he chuckles darkly. He pulls back to slam into me, hard. I scream as he rams his cock inside me again and again. The way he stretches my inner walls makes me close my eyes in ecstasy.

My jaw is slack with delirious pleasure, and I feel Liam kiss my open mouth, shoving his tongue inside the way he shoves his hardness into me. I am entirely his as he keeps me pinned against the wall, like I exist only for him, for this moment.

He breaks our kiss, panting with exertion.

“Look at me,” he says roughly.

I open my eyes to see his beautiful face an inch from mine. Sweat beads on his skin, and the musky smell of him surrounds me. He hikes my leg higher to plunge as deep as he can, hitting my inner spot with each of his thrusts. I moan, tempted to let my eyes roll back, but I keep my focus on his emerald irises.

With his free hand, he returns his thumb to my clit, rubbing vigorously. This time I can’t help it, and I close my eyes as I scream. Every muscle of my body spasms as I come. He roars, and I feel him pulse inside me while I spasm around him.

As he slows his thrusts, Liam keeps me supported against the wall. He kisses my neck, and I weave my fingers through his hair, desperate to be as close as possible for one moment longer. When he finally slips out of me, I feel his seed rolling down my inner thigh.

He steadies me on my feet, then turns me to face the wall, holding me in place with his strong hands. I tense up. He isn’t finished with me, and this time, he’s going to take me from behind.

He starts unlacing my dress. But his touch is sensual, not demanding, and I realize he’s simply helping me with my gown. I melt at his tenderness. My sweet Liam. He presses kisses to the back of my neck as he goes, each one giving me goosebumps again.

When my dress lies puddled on the carpet, I step carefully out of it. My thighs are warm and sticky, causing me to move awkwardly as I walk toward the bathroom.

Liam grabs my wrist.

“Don’t wash up,” he orders, and my nipples stiffen at the authority in his voice.

His gaze is dark and demanding as he tracks my body’s reaction. Then, as if remembering he can, he reaches out to cup my breast, to brush my pebbled nipple with his thumb. With that wicked grin of his, he squeezes my breast so hard I cry out, collapsing toward him. He catches me against his chest, possessive one moment and then tender the next.

And I love every second of it.

Liam scoops me into his arms and lays me down on our bed. He picks up my dress from the floor, draping it reverently over a chair. Leaving his own clothes in a heap, he flicks off the lights.

In the dark, I feel him climb into bed behind me. Together we lie naked beneath the sheets, his firm body pressed close to mine. His warm hand drifts along my thigh, reaching for my center like it belongs to him. He slides his fingers down my skin, lower and lower until he’s pushing them between my legs. When he feels his seed leaking from me, he makes a noise of satisfaction deep in his throat.

“While you’re mine,” he growls, “you’re only mine.”

I feel the timbre of his voice between my shoulder blades, and the meaning of his words settles deep between my thighs.

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