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Oh shit.He wasn’t planning to back off at all. Time to brush off my acting skills and hope they were good enough to keep my brother from figuring out what was going on.

“Where are you?” Jake asked.

“Went for coffee,” I lied. “Then I gotta grab groceries. Sophie wants to have a movie night.”

I felt Liam’s hot breath against my center. The rational part of my brain told me to push him away. But that part wasn’t calling the shots as my stomach tightened in anticipation.

“How was dinner?”

Liam’s lips brushed over my clit, and I bit down hard, squeezing my eyes. “Lousy,” I said, trying to fob him off. “But Liam was there for moral support when Mom and Dad got out of line.”

Liam stopped teasing and finally started sucking on my clit. I held the phone away from my mouth as a gasp shot up my throat. I ripped the sheet back and glared at him. But that was the wrong move because the sight of him between my legs only made my blood burn hotter. My hips moved against his tongue, desperate. Needy.

“Heading home soon?” Jake asked. “Maybe we can order brunch?”

“No,” I stammered, watching Liam’s tongue swirl wickedly. “I’m not coming yet.”

“You will be soon,” Liam muttered with a sly grin, too low for Jake to hear.

The pulse between my legs ached.

“How about a late lunch?” I suggested.

“Sure,” Jake agreed.

“Perfect. Talk to you later.” I hung up before he could say anything more, tossing my head back into the pillow as Liam worked me over with his tongue. I sank my hand into his hair, eyes closed as the pleasure began to take me over.

He was too damn good at this.

Before I could fully unravel, he climbed up my body, a fresh condom on, and slid his cock through my wet heat, tracing over my clit again and again. I was so wound up it didn’t take much more, and I came as soon as he finally sank into me, my orgasm rippling across my body as he thrusted.

Liam went still as he came, letting out a hard grunt as the aftershocks of my orgasm milked him. There were so many sensations running through me that I felt like jelly as Liam collapsed beside me.

“You can’t do that,” I muttered, nudging him when my good sense came back. “Not with Jake on the phone.”

“You’re just going to have to learn to hold it together,” he said, smug and sated. “Or else you’re going to have to answer a lot of awkward questions.”

23

LIAM

“You need to see this!” Paula said, marching into my office, the sharp clip of her heeled boots cutting through my thoughts as my hands paused above my keyboard. Carl chased after her, but I waved him away.

People bursting into my office unannounced was usually a no-go, but Paula wasn’t one to make a fuss over nothing, and the look on her face concerned me. Whatever was going on, I needed to hear about it—right away.

I didn’t get the chance to ask. Because as she stormed in, so did the dog.

Ash trotted in like he’d been personally invited, tail wagging, paws click-clicking across the hardwood floor.

“Is this dog haunting me?” I asked.

“Someone left the conference room door open,” Paula said flatly. “He’s been sniffing around all morning. Already stole half a bagel and pissed on Carl’s laptop bag.”

“Of course he did.”

Ash trotted over, yawned like he owned the place, and curled up at my feet in a shaggy, smug pile of fur.

“You can thank him later.” Paula shoved her cat-eye glasses up her forehead as she stuffed her phone under my nose.