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"Liam!" I say.

"Recline your chair," he whispers in my ear.

"What?"

"Recline back. It will make it easier."

"It will make what easier?" I glare at him. I have a feeling I know what he's about to do, and I don't know if I should stop him or not.

"I told you I wanna help relieve some of your stress." He grins at me. "I think you want me to, as well.”

I stare into his eyes. They’re dark, seductive. And I know that he knows that I want him.

His fingers are tracing the edge of my panties now. I gasp slightly as he pushes them to the side and rubs me gently.

“I wish my tongue were touching you know." He grunts. "I wish my cock were ready, but we have time."

"I thought you didn't wanna sleep wih me," I retort back at him. "I thought you said that?—"

"Shh." He places his fingers on my lips. "You're not to talk right now."

"Excuse me? You can?—"

"Elisabetta, for once in your life, just be quiet."

"Um, I know you didn't just tell me to be quiet."

"If I was your husband, I would do more than tell you to be quiet." He grins. "I'd make you."

"Oh, yeah? How would you make me be quiet?" I pause. "Actually, don't answer that question. I think I know what you're gonna say."

"And what's that?"

"You'd stuff your cock into my mouth or something gross like that."

"You think having my cock in your mouth would be gross?"

"No comment."

He laughs loudly then. "You are the most marvelous thing, aren't you?

"Am I? Or am I just telling you the truth?"

"I don't know."

His fingers rub my clit, and I watch as he pulls them back from under the blanket and licks them. My jaw drops as he puts them in his mouth and sucks. "You taste sweet." He licks his lips. "Very, very sweet."

"Are you freaking kidding me right now? Did you just do what I think you just did?"

"If you are asking me if I just rubbed your pussy and then sucked your juices, then yeah. Is it wrong for me to wanna know what you taste like? I mean, let's be real. I've seen those lips up close and personal. I've seen you come at the touch of your own fingers. I wanted to taste that beautiful?—"

"Stop!" I hold my hand up. "I'm not drunk enough for this conversation."

"You weren't drunk the other day when you?—"

"Liam!"

"Yes, darling?"