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“Liam,” I breathed, arching my back for him as he wiped me clean with his boxers.  I was in a state of euphoria but it was every bit like my rigid self to search my mind for something to worry about despite my bliss.  What I came up with was the advice Aria had given me at her apartment.  “Liam, wait.”

“Yes?”

“You can’t fuck me unless you promise you won’t let Riley find out.”

He cocked an eyebrow at my threatening words.  “Is that right?” Suddenly, he was on top of me, grinning and groping my tits.  I gasped as he muttered his words an inch from my lips.  “I will fuck you no matter what, Sasha.”

I shoved him playfully.  “Riley cannot find out!” I hissed, but I fell back against the bed as he kneaded me and kissed my neck.  “Keep it a secret from her and while we’re at it, all the girls who are obsessed with you because I know they’re crazy enough to take it out on me.  Make me that one promise, Liam, please,” I breathed, feeling his hands all over my body.

“Fine,” he murmured into my skin.  "As long as you make me a promise of your own.”

“Fine.”

“No running from me like you did tonight,” he grinned against my neck.  “Chasing only makes me fuck harder, babe.  And I promise I’ll be fucking you hard enough as it is.”

Chapter Seven

After calling the other night an episode of “booze-induced bitchiness,” Jenna insisted on buying dinner for both Aria and me.  “It’s the least I can do for coming off
so
aggressive,” she said.  “It’s just that I’m a type-A personality.  I can’t even help it sometimes.”

The Japanese restaurant Jenna picked was swanky and expensive but I quickly sniffed out the ulterior motives upon checking its address – it was just three blocks from Liam’s gym. I had a feeling she hoped to doll up, swing by after dinner and prance around in front of the boys in her short skirt and high heels. Armed with that suspicion, I still agreed to go. Aria grew up with Jenna and lived to give her all the second chances in the world, and for Aria, I’d do almost anything. Plus, Liam and I had both just finished taking care of our no-condom business with proper check-ups and prescriptions – meaning sex was literally just around the corner. So actually, I didn’t mind the idea of strutting around the gym after dinner. I’d spent the morning dreaming of being fucked behind the bar by Liam while serving customers – bizarre, but strangely hot – so I was absolutely dying to see him, basically counting down the hours till he finished training.

Luckily, dinner helped kill time. The second the bill was paid, Jenna was hinting at going to see Liam. Aria nudged me under the table, smirking as Jenna cooed down at a tiny smudge on the front of her dress. “Oh shoot, I spilled on myself. Let’s go swing by the gym. I wanna scrub this stain out in the locker room.”

Aria snorted. “Why don’t you just use the bathroom here?”

“Because they have shampoo at the gym?”

“Are you sure that’s the reason?” Aria sassed on like she always did when there was vodka running in her veins. “Are you sure you’re not just giving yourself an excuse to prance around Liam’s gym? Hm?”

Jenna scoffed. “Let’s be real, it’s a win-win. I’d get to clean my dress and I’d make all those boys’ nights by giving them something to look at after a long, hard workout.” She tossed her hair and stuck out her pushed-up cleavage. “One look at my girls and Liam’ll be jerking off in the showers.”

“I thought this dinner was about you saying sorry for your creepy obsession.”

“No, it’s about me softening the blow for Sasha because me and Liam are about to happen.” Jenna turned to me with a breezy smile. “I mean, you ate food and drank booze that I paid for, which is basically accepting my peace offering. All you need to do now is say thank you and stand back while I go seduce your stepbrother, right? Right.” Jenna tossed back the last of her martini. “Now let’s get moving, bitches.”

Aria looked at me and rolled her eyes all the way to the gym. We let Jenna walk excitedly ahead of us, fixing her lipstick in her compact mirror while crossing the street without looking. “That girl would rather get hit by a truck than see Liam without perfecting her makeup,” Aria snorted. “I want
so
bad to tell her about you two. You have no frickin’ idea.”

“Trust me, I’m tempted myself,” I said.  “But she comes to the bar enough to know Riley and we just can’t risk it.”

“I know,” Aria groaned. “Sorry on her behalf. She has a good side, I swear. She just gets so boy crazy sometimes.”

“I know,” I laughed. “We all get a little crazy. Especially around Liam’s guys.”

That point was proven the second we got to the gym. Usually, there was a small crowd of girls or fans outside, watching through the giant windows as the guys worked out. I thanked God that there were none tonight because Jenna was about to put on a show.

The second we walked in, A.J announced our arrival with a thundering, “
Goddamn.
”

I blushed as suddenly, the entire floor stilled to look at us. Dozens of eyes widened and stared, hopping across each of us and traveling from head to toe. It was almost embarrassing. I felt like such an obvious attention whore that I instantly spun on my heel and walked back out but before I could go too far, A.J dragged me back into the gym, holding my hand up high and making me do a spin for him. To my delight, his attention soon moved onto Aria and stayed there, turning her into a nonstop giggle machine. It was at that point that Max came along to kiss my cheek and murmur that I looked beautiful. Slipping a big arm around my waist, he took me around and introduced me to the guys I didn’t know while A.J whisked Aria off somewhere, leaving Jenna to happily misbehave on her own, sitting on guys’ laps to introduce herself.

I was in the midst of talking to Max and some guy with a neck tattoo when I caught Liam coming out of the back.

Oh God.

He tore his baseball cap off his head the second he saw me, his eyes pinned to me even as he yanked his shirt up to wipe his face. Every muscle on his body glistened, highlighted with sweat that had me picturing him pumping iron, sexy grunts ripping from his chest as he bench pressed my weight times two. I swallowed as his lips pressed into a firm, straight line. His green eyes glinted as they flicked up and down my body in my heels and little cocktail dress. There was nothing playful about the way he looked at me. He looked almost pissed and suddenly, I wondered if he was angry about the fact that I was parading my friends into his gym, where he discouraged bullshitting and all forms of distraction.

I forced a smile through the rest of my introductions but fear was pitting in my stomach as I watched Liam walk past Jenna’s strut toward him, still glaring at me till he had his hand wrapped around my arm.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” His tone didn’t match his polite words as he pulled me away from his friends. His eyes looked me up and down. “Sasha – Christ, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m sorry.  Jenna wanted to come by after dinner and I – ”

“You can’t come in here dressed like this,” Liam murmured, shaking his head as his gaze dipped down to the sweetheart neckline of my dress. He gave a slight but insanely sexy tilt of the head for a better view of my lacy sides. “Christ, you look fucking incredible.”

“Liam,” I whispered warningly, biting back my little grin. My eyes slid past him for a second to his friends. They were grinning and nudging each other. They knew exactly what was going on and they thought nothing of it. Jenna, however, was a different story. She squinted at us with total confusion. “Liam, you’re being a bit obvious right now,” I scolded under my breath as he thumbed the sheer lace, arousal glazing over his eyes.

“I can’t exactly help it when you walk in here looking like you’re begging me to fuck you right in front of all my boys,” he murmured, a wicked grin twisting the corners of his lips. “Which I’ll gladly do if you say the word.”

“Liam!” My hand shot out to smack his chest. Bad call. It was harder than steel after his workout and it had me so instantly hot I could barely breathe. He smirked.

“Hey, it’s what they get for all the years of talking about you right in front of me.”

“What do you mean?”

Liam sneered. “What do you think I mean? Every time you come in here to train with Max, the whole fucking floor stops so these assholes can talk about all the shit they’d do to you.” His jaw clenched just thinking about it. Every muscle on his body flexed tight as he turned to shoot smirking “I’ll-kill-you” looks at his friends who dared to hoot at him from afar. For some reason, it turned me the hell on.

“Yeah? What do they say they want to do to me?” I teased Liam, curious to see how much I could rile him up. Jenna was nowhere in sight now – I figured she’d gone to the locker room – so I let myself get a little closer to Liam, standing so tight that my feet were between his, my breasts brushing up against his pecs. His attention snapped quickly from his boys back to me.

“You really gonna make me answer that question?”

“Yes.”

“What, you like seeing me pissed off?”

“I like getting your blood pumping nice and hard.”

Liam grabbed his package and adjusted. “That’s a painfully accurate choice of words. In case you don’t know, you’re fucking kill me right now.”

I giggled. “Good. Now tell me what your friends say about me.”

“Sash, what do you think? They talk about those ‘dick-sucking lips.’ They talk about coming all over those big tits. They imagine what that ass would look like riding them reverse cowgirl. You turn them into fucking animals, Sasha.” Liam’s cheeks flexed as he gazed down at all the parts of my body that his friends had fantasized about. “And you can bet they’re saying all that shit right fucking now,” he muttered as he walked me back till we were hidden behind a rack of weights.  “Which is why,” he cupped my hand over his shorts and watched my mouth part as I felt him grow stiff in my palm, “I’d have no problem bending you over that bench right there and fucking you for them to see. Of course, I’d also settle for fucking you anywhere you let me because you look way too goddamned sexy right now it’s getting fucking impossible for me to handle.”

I bit my lip.  A naughty thrill coursed through my veins as Liam moved my hand over his erection, forcing me to rub his cock right in the middle of his gym.  “Fuck me then,” I murmured. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah?” Liam growled and yanked my body to his. He pulled my skirt up, pushing my panties aside to tease my wetness.  “I can tell,” he grinned, dropping my jaw as he fingered my pussy just yards from his friends. “Come on, baby. Let’s go home.” Liam lifted an eyebrow as I breathed hard and shook my head, knowing I couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside me. “Really?” he smirked. “You gonna let me fuck you here?”

I could hardly talk as he pumped into me faster. “Uh huh.” I’d only ever had sex with Ethan in bed. But Liam wasn’t Ethan. Liam made my head spin and my rules go out the window. He made me feel like the kind of dirty, filthy bad girl who didn’t let worry get in the way of her pleasure. “I need you to take me now,” I breathed, making him suck in a sharp breath and groan.

“Then I will. Meet me in my office.”

I went fast, my panties drenched but my expression casual as I walked past the guys with a smile, heading upstairs for Liam’s office. On my way, I spotted A.J and Aria flirting it up by the juice bar.  I winked at her and continued on my way, grinning to myself till I ran straight into Jenna.  She had a smug look all ready for me.

“Done with your little tantrum, Sasha?” she cocked an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

Jenna crossed her arms. “You knew I was trying to say ‘hi’ and you pulled him away from me so I couldn’t. I mean, girl. Jealous, I’m used to, but petty is not a good look on you.”

“Yeah, except that’s not at all what just happened.”

“And now you’re in denial, too? Cute,” she smirked. “Look, I get being possessive, doll, but Liam is not your boyfriend and he’s never going to be, so it’s time to back off and let the girls with an actual chance do their thing. ‘Kay?” I fumed when she patted my cheek, jerking away. I was so damned ready to tell her everything right then and there. But before I could, she was off. I gazed over the railing of the stairs as she sauntered straight to Liam. My heart was pounding but I didn’t even bother to watch her throw herself at him. I was too hot in my little dress, desperate to just get it the hell off.

In the office, I reached around to unzip it, ready to rip it off my skin, which buzzed with anger and adrenaline. I was still struggling to undress when I suddenly felt strong hands on me. Liam. He yanked my zipper down. I heard threads tearing as he ripped my dress off my body. Before I knew it, I was naked and bent over his desk, facing his wide open door.
Oh God.
Next to it was a mirrored window. I caught the carnal look in Liam’s eyes as he gripped the nape of my neck and gazed down at my ass, yanking my panties down and growling something filled with dirt and gravel as he ran his cock along the length of my seam.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hissed, his fiery stare meeting mine in the mirror. “Tell me how bad you want this cock.”

His tip pushed just inside me. “I want it – oh God, I want it so bad.”

“Beg for it.”

“I need it, Liam,” I moaned raggedly as he slid in another inch, the smooth head of his cock pulsing inside me. “Please. I’ve wanted it for so long.” I groaned, leaning back against his chest as he played with my tits. He rubbed them hard as he kissed my shoulder, his free hand still wrapped around his cock, still teasing my pussy. “God, Liam, please put it inside me... you can fuck me however you want just
fuck me
already!”

A growl left his mouth as he plunged all the way inside me.
Holy shit.
Pain and pleasure burst through my body as he filled me to the hilt, stretching me perfectly around his girth. I didn’t recognize the sounds that hurtled from my lips as Liam claimed me, his pace immediately harsh and wild. He slammed into me mercilessly, pounding me. He wrapped his hands around my shaking tits and grunted loud with every deep thrust into my pussy. My eyes watered, my mouth wide open as I stared into my reflection, watching the blood rush to my cheeks and my lips, swelling them so plump and red that I
looked
like sex. I was the living, breathing, moaning embodiment of the word.
Yes, God, oh God.
I gasped for breath, my body overwhelmed with sensation as Liam’s hips rocked deep and steady into me, his hands claiming my curves and his tongue sucking my skin between all the filthy words he whispered in my ear.