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Liar. I had been attracted to him from the moment I first saw him.

CHAPTER16

Liam

Six weeks.

She hadn’t had sex in six weeks.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I demanded to know. That was what her report showed. She grumbled. “What was that?” I asked.

“We broke up.”

“Good.” One less thing to worry about.

And the fact she hadn’t done something like this before made me want to growl with satisfaction. The possessive streak I hadn’t felt before made me want to claim all her firsts. The thought in itself was ludicrous. I was in my forties; demanding any firsts was out of the question.

In one quick motion, I spun her around to face me and I searched her face. Her flushed cheeks matched the red skin on her ass. Her hazed eyes reminded me of the dark clouds of Ireland, right before the spring rain.

Fuck, she was sexy as fuck. Too young.

Yet, the bastard in me didn’t fucking care. I struggled to rein in my control, to drag air into my lungs. I was ready to pin her down and thrust ruthlessly into her. Fuck her until she forgot everyone’s name, including her own.

I strode to the couch and sat down.

“Come here.”

She hesitated for a heartbeat then obeyed. Her hips swayed as she drew closer. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, her breathing heavy, and I watched in fascination as her generous breasts rose up and down with each inhale and exhale.

The dim lights of my office reflected against her glossy dark strands. God, that hair. It was my weakness. Long enough so I could wrap it around my fist twice and hold her firm as I fucked her mouth.Jesus Christ!

She stood in front of me, her pussy in full view. Her inner thighs slick from her arousal. Around this woman, I could lose my goddamn mind and not mind one bit.

Too late, I mused. I must have lost my mind because I didn’t forgive people who crossed me. Yet, I couldn’t bear to see any harm come to this woman. In the past four years, I heard so much about Juliette’s ‘ride or die’friends. Until today, I didn’t really believe her until the four of them attempted to rob me.

Now, I was inclined to think there was merit to Juliette’s statement. Because the performance the three women pulled in the bar as a distraction, and wearing the colors of the Irish flag at that, was a sure sign the four women worked together. The question was why rob me? What did they need money for?

Davina stood still, waiting for the next instruction, and it pleased me she didn’t try to take the reins. I preferred to take charge in the bedroom.

I stretched out on the couch, my eyes never leaving her. “Sit on my face.”

Davina gasped in shock and I pulled her closer then slapped her ass. “Now. I want your pussy on my mouth.”

She scrambled onto the sofa, straddling me, and scooted further up my body. My fingers gripped her thighs pulling her closer, but she hovered over my face.

“I said sit on my face. Otherwise, I’m going to have to spank that sweet arse of yours.”

I tilted my head upward and inhaled deeply, then licked a slow path over her entrance.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her thighs quivering.

Fuck! She was dripping wet. Her arousal perfumed the air, and it was the best kind of scent. I scraped the scruff of my beard against the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

I grabbed her hips and jerked her down until her pussy came onto my face.

“Fuck,” she breathed, and finally sat all the way down on my face. Her eyes locked on me as my mouth sucked on her pussy. Call me perverted, but I liked that she didn’t look away. She stared at where my mouth and her pussy connected, her lust-filled eyes shining like diamonds.

I ate her like she was the last meal I’d ever get. Like the world would burn down at any moment and we both needed this last bit of pleasure to get to heaven. I sucked and licked, her hips rocking against my tongue.