Page 25 of The Havenport Collection

Cecelia

W aking up next to sexy-as-hell Liam Quinn was my dream come true. I stared at his profile as he slept. His dark hair was mussed and his beard was in desperate need of a trim. Oh my God, the things that beard did to me. I wonder if I have beard burn across my face…or between my thighs?

His chest was broad and strong and peppered with chest hair. I never had opinions on the matter, but chest hair was so sexy on him. It made him look strong and masculine. And if last night was any indication, he was all man.

Just being in his proximity while he slept made me weak with desire.

I debated waking him up for another round but decided to just enjoy the moment.

I was buck naked in bed with a hot, kind man who effortlessly delivered multiple orgasms last night.

I had never even slept naked before. I usually covered up immediately after sex, too self-conscious of my nakedness to relax.

But here, in his big comfy bed, with his strong arms around me and his warm, muscular body curled up around me, I was happy and content.

Should I leave? We had agreed this was a casual thing.

If it’s casual then I should go. But I felt so good and so comfortable, I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.

Plus, how often does the universe just throw a hot guy who is amazing in bed at you.

Pretty much never. I owed it to myself to at least enjoy my amazing luck for a bit.

Plus, the story of how I banged my hot boss would make a great anecdote to tell my friends in the nursing home someday.

I took a few moments to look around the bedroom.

We were in such a rush to fall into bed last night I hadn’t taken a very good look at the place.

It was really nice with exposed brick walls, huge windows, and lots of light.

The massive king-sized bed took up most of the floor space, and there was a nightstand with a coffee mug on it.

No other furniture, rugs, or throw pillows, so basically the typical bachelor pad.

I was debating whether to sneak off to the bathroom to deal with my morning breath when he opened his eyes.

His face was sleepy, but his eyes were sharp. His hair was a wild mess and he looked delectable. “Were you staring at me, Leary?” he asked playfully.

How embarrassing. Stop being a weirdo. Normally I would die of shame at this moment.

However, this was a new day and I was New Cece.

I did what I wanted and didn’t apologize for it.

I knew this wasn’t going anywhere, and I knew that it was probably a bad idea to sleep with my boss.

But I also knew that what we had was once-in-a-lifetime sexual chemistry.

So instead of covering up, I decided to let him know just how much I wanted him.

I sat up and let the sheet drop, exposing my bare breasts.

I threw him my sauciest look. “I was definitely staring. What are you going to do about it?”

He pounced like a cat, pinning me to the mattress with his strong arms. I inhaled his masculine scent and luxuriated in the feel of his large body on top of mine.

“I am going to make you scream, that’s what I’m going to do about it.

” I was not in the habit of just whipping my tits out.

But his reaction indicated that maybe I should rethink that strategy.

I had never been one of those women who was comfortable naked.

I was a grown-ass adult woman and had done a lot of inner work to be secure and confident in my body.

But that was still a far cry from strutting-around-naked confident.

But it didn’t matter. Liam brought out something in me that was positively primal.

I moaned and wiggled under him, feeling his cock harden against my thigh. Who was this brazen hussy and where had she come from? New Cece was a wild sex goddess, and Liam knew just how to bring her out of me. “I knew it,” I gasped between his kisses. “I knew you were a boob man.”

Liam pulled back and looked down at me seriously.

“Nope. I’m not. I’m a Cece man. Your elbows and toenails turn me on, babe.

” He kissed down my neck while he rubbed his hard cock against my center.

“What am I going to do with you?” he groaned in my ear.

While lowering his mouth down to my aching nipple, his beard brushed my skin and sent a bolt of lightning straight to my aching core.

He lavished my breasts with attention, licking, sucking, and kneading.

I didn’t know where this was going or what we were doing.

My brain was screaming that we should stop and have an adult conversation about this.

But my body didn’t care. I needed to take control of this situation before things got completely out of hand again.

I pushed back on his shoulders. “Slow down, tiger. I need some coffee.”

“And I was planning on making you some. Until you whipped out these gorgeous tits and now I need to be inside you again.” He groaned as he snaked his hand down my stomach and gently stroked my needy slit.

He growled and I clenched. “Oh my God, Cecelia, you are soaked. You want me, don’t you?”

He gently probed my slit with his index finger while slowly circling my clit with his thumb. I arched my back under him. “Yes, Liam.”

“Is that yes, you want me inside you? Or yes, you want coffee?” He laughed evilly while torturing me with his incredible fingers.

I could feel the need building up inside me, low in my belly. I don’t know how I could be so close so fast, but I knew what I needed. “Both, Liam. I need both.”

I panted as he slipped a second finger into me. “But I need you to fuck me first,” I added.

“As you wish, princess.” With that he pushed back on his hips and flipped me over so I was lying on my stomach. He quickly smacked my ass cheek, and I arched my back up for more.

“Look at that beautiful pussy. You need me so badly, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Tell me. Beg me.”

I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and I looked over my shoulder. He was kneeling behind me, looking so large and imposing, slowly stroking his massive dick.

It was an out-of-body experience. I had been reduced to nothing but aching need. Gone was my usual self-consciousness, gone was my desire to strategically hide my body parts. Instead, all I could think about was how badly I wanted this man and the orgasms he was definitely going to give me.

I opened my mouth and words came out. I am not even sure if my brain was working correctly. “Yes. Please. Please. I need you.”

“Do you need me or my big dick?” He smirked, perfectly in control of this situation, the bastard.

“I need your big dick. Please give it to me.”

He draped his large body over mine, pushing my legs open wide. He slowly entered me from behind, while I lay flush against the bed. His body was on top of mine and he breathed into my ear.

I gasped from the intrusion at this angle. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I hissed. “I love it.”

He started to move gently, slowly. The angle was intense. He was only able to manage short, hard strokes, but my God, I could feel him hitting my G-spot. I arched up to try and meet his thrusts while his body weight held me down.

“I am not going to last long like this, babe. You are gripping me so tight. Reach down and touch yourself for me.”

Wait, what? That was not something I did. Well, it was something I did regularly since I was fifteen, but not with a guy. That seemed really…intimate.

But I had to say, it sounded pretty damn good right now. Liam had scrambled my brain and I would give him anything he wanted.

“Okay.”

I gently snaked my hand under my body and found my needy clit. I slowly stroked, circling the tight bud.

“Oh my God. You just got tighter.”

I moaned. It was too much sensation. Every cell in my body was on fire.

I felt dirty and desired and liberated. I felt my ass jiggle every time he pounded into me, and I didn’t care.

I liked it. I wanted this fast and dirty sex with this delicious man.

I wanted to desire and be desired. I didn’t want to live in my head.

I wanted to give in to my body for once and enjoy it.

“You got this, girl. Rub yourself. I can feel you squeezing me. Tell me what you need to get there.”

“Harder. I want it harder.”

He picked up his pace, slamming into me while his strong arms caged me in.

Every thrust got me closer and closer. Within seconds I was detonating.

Just completely coming apart. The pressure, the intensity, being pinned down—all the sensations were washing over me and I was powerless.

I screamed and bucked and flailed as every muscle in my body contracted.

I could feel him swell inside me and heard him growl in my ear as he found his release.

I was spent. I should have probably found my clothes and left, but after disposing of the condom, Liam climbed back into bed and pulled up the fluffy comforter.

So instead of fleeing, I let him curl his arms around me, and I sank into his body heat.

I closed my eyes, inhaled his scent, and allowed myself to drift away on a cloud of orgasmic bliss.

I woke to the blaring of my phone. Liam’s arms were still curled around me protectively as I disentangled myself and jumped up, searching for my purse. He sat up and I got another eyeful of his exquisite chest.

“Everything okay?”

I finally found my phone on the floor under my bra. “Hello?”

“Where the hell are you, Cecelia?”

Oh shit. Oh shit. My mom. I should have texted her last night. My mom rarely got angry. She was pretty zen most of the time. But given what happened with my dad, she was obsessed with our safety. Not calling and telling her I wasn’t coming home was a huge offense to Grace Leary.

“Hi, Mom. Don’t worry—I’m fine.”

“I thought you were dead.”

I wasn’t even sure how to respond. Sorry didn’t seem like enough, but at the same time, I was thirty-one years old.