Page 93 of Corrupted Pleasure

“But-”

“My money is yours, Davina.”

I snickered softly. “Oh, in that case,” I teased. “Hand over the checkbook. I’ll move all the money into my account.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Your money is mine and my money is yours. It doesn’t matter what account it’s in.”

I chuckled. “I bet people going through a divorce would disagree.” Our eyes locked. Liam was dead serious. “It’s just so much money,” I muttered seriously.

He ran a hand across his jaw. “I’m doing this for a selfish reason, Wife. I don’t want you traveling to Texas to visit him, and I certainly can’t be such a bastard to forbid you from visiting him. I have a list of the best facilities, and you can decide which one is the best for him.”

A smile pulled on his lips and my insides melted while tears pricked the back of my eyes.

“Thank you,” I choked out.

This man, who barely knew me and had never met him, cared about my grandfather's well-being like it was the most natural thing in the world. Regardless if he was doing it for me or him. Something warm spread through my chest, feelings blooming like the first spring flowers.

It terrified me and thrilled me at the same moment.

I placed the glass on the table and closed the space between us. Reaching out to him, my fingers gripped the end of his tie. God, he was like a furnace on a cold winter day.

Rising to my tiptoes, I reached for his mouth.

“It means so much to me,” I murmured against his lips, my voice shaking. My grandfather was the most important person in my life. My girlfriends were important to me too, but my grandfather had been there for me my entire life. I wanted to repay him for all of his sacrifices throughout his life. If it wasn’t for him, who knew where I’d have ended up.

I pressed my lips to Liam’s strong jawline, his scruff rough under my lips. Kissing a line down his throat, I ran my tongue up his neck, tasting his pulse. He set his glass down, grabbed the back of my neck and took my mouth for a deep kiss.

Somehow it didn’t surprise me that gentle wasn’t him. He liked dominating, possessive and hard. And apparently so did I.

The taste of him made me drunk. Dizzy with desire and something else I didn’t care to evaluate.

“Bedroom?” I breathed against his lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, then grabbed my hips and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist as his mouth consumed me. He kissed like he was starved for me, just as I was for him.

He walked us to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. He kissed me like I was all he ever wanted, like he would eat me alive. His kiss was controlling, consuming, and everything that made my thighs clench with need and burning desire.

Once in the bedroom, I slid off his body. Every single light in the penthouse was on, like he wanted to ensure he could devour every inch of me. He trailed his mouth down my neck, nipping my skin. Marking it as his.

He yanked on my dress, and a rip sounded as it slid off my body. He pulled down my bra, then bent his head to suck my breasts. My hands buried in his hair, and I sighed as he bit my nipple gently.

“P-please,” I breathed as his hands gripped my ass. A lungful of air escaped me as he bit the sensitive skin on my left breast. “I want to see you naked. Please.”

I had yet to touch all of him while he was naked and like a greedy wife, I demanded to see him. I’d enjoy all this for as long as it lasted. I’d give him everything, because he was giving me everything.

He straightened and our eyes locked. The only sound in the bedroom was our heavy breaths and the thundering of my own heart.

He took a step backwards, and I watched him remove his clothing and my mouth watered. The orgasms he had given me last night had me quivering with anticipation.

Watching every single inch of him, I admired his strong body. I called him an old man but his body was that of a thirty year old that spent a lot of time in the gym. His chest was sculpted and broad, and my fingers itched with the need to explore him. Every single inch of him.

His pants followed, leaving him only in his briefs and the outline of his cock mesmerized me. A loud gulp sounded in the room. I wanted to taste him, let him deep throat me. For the first time in my life, I was willing to get down on my knees and offer a blow job.

“Your eyes,” he murmured and I lifted my head to meet his gaze. “They become darker when you’re turned on.”

“Must be all the time when I’m around you.” The words slipped out before I thought better of it.

He didn’t seem to mind though, because his deep chuckle followed. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes greedy on me.Good, I thought smugly. I wanted him to crave me as much as I craved him.