Page 53 of Undeniably Corrupt (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #7)

T his girl. My fucking girl.

I dip and take her lips with mine, kissing her so she knows I meant what I said, but also to reassure myself.

I’ve never been more scared in my life than I was tonight.

I thought I was going to lose my girl. I thought Shien wouldn’t make it back and that not only was I going to die, but that Liora was too.

In the end, it was his ignorance as to who Shien was and the deal we’d made with him that cost him.

“Better?”

“Almost,” she replies. “You’re too tall.”

I grin against her lips and step closer, eliminating the already narrow space between us.

The counter digs into her lower back, and I see the slight catch in her breath.

My hands find her waist, and without warning or effort, I lift her onto the countertop.

The surprise in her eyes quickly melts into something darker, more urgent.

The counter is cool beneath her, and I watch goosebumps rise along her thighs.

We’re eye to eye now, her legs dangling on either side of me.

I lean in but don’t kiss her. Not again.

Not yet. Instead, I breathe her in. The scent of my body wash clings to her skin, mixed with something that is uniquely Liora.

Her fingers find the collar of my shirt, tugging me closer until our foreheads touch.

Her lips find mine, tentative at first, then with growing certainty and a touch of desperation. My hands move from her waist to her thighs, feeling the muscles relax beneath my touch. I trace lazy circles with my thumbs, each one moving slightly higher than the last.

My breathing grows heavier by the moment as Liora’s hands travel up to my hair, her fingers creating pleasant shivers that skate down my spine.

I pull back just enough to see her face—the flush spreading across her cheeks, the slight part of her lips, the way her eyes have gone dark and deep.

Time seems suspended in the space between one heartbeat and the next.

“I love you in this light,” I tell her because it’s true. Moonlight is spilling through the window and catching her just right, making her look like an angel. My angel.

“Just in this light?” she challenges, the corner of her mouth quirking up.

“In every light. In darkness. In the spaces between.”

Her expression softens at this, the playfulness giving way to something more profound. I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing across her cheekbones. She leans into the touch, her eyes half-closing.

“Vander,” she whispers, my name becoming something sacred in her mouth.

My hands slide down her neck, over her shoulders, and down her arms. I take her wrists gently, guiding them to rest on the counter beside her hips. Then I lean in, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips.

The T-shirt she’s wearing—my shirt—has risen, exposing more of her thighs.

I trace the hem with one finger, a question in the touch.

She may say this is what she wants, but I need to go slow.

I need to be sure. But at the same time, I need to touch her.

I need to feel her and be inside of her and know that she’s here with me and okay.

She answers by reaching down and pulling the shirt over her head in one fluid motion, then drop it beside her on the counter.

I’ve seen her like this countless times, but the sight still steals my breath. She doesn’t move to cover herself or pull me closer. She simply watches me, allowing me to look my fill. Damn, I’m going to get her so fucking pregnant soon. The thought has my cock jerking, anxious to fill her up.

“You’re staring,” she accuses after a moment, but I hear the pleasure in her voice.

“I’m appreciating,” I correct, letting my gaze travel slowly over every curve and plane. And plotting, but she doesn’t have to know that part.

When I finally reach for her again, it’s with reverence. My hands map the landscape of her body. The dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the soft underside of her breasts. She sighs, her head tipping back slightly, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat.

I lean in to press my lips to her collarbone, then lower, tracing a path that makes her breath catch. Her hands find my shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to ground us both as she shivers against me.

“Cold?” I ask against her skin.

“Not where it matters,” she replies, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

I straighten, watching her eyes close as my hand slides between us.

Her legs part further, an invitation I’ve never been able to refuse.

The first touch of my fingers on her pussy makes her gasp, her eyes widening before fluttering closed once more.

I can’t tear my gaze from her face as my fingers move in slow, deliberate circles on her clit.

I’m utterly enraptured. Captivated. In love .

Her hands clutch at my shoulders, my arms, anywhere she can reach. I steady her with my free hand at the small of her back, drawing her closer to the edge of the counter, to me.

“Look at me,” I whisper, and her eyes open, hazy with pleasure but focused entirely on mine.

I can’t get enough of her like this. The slick heat of her cunt beneath my fingers, the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lips part with each quickening breath.

I can see everything she feels written on her face, in the tension of her body, in the grip of her hands, in the wetness coating my fingers.

“Vander,” she pants, a warning and a plea as I increase my pace, circling faster and pressing in deeper.

But it’s not enough for her. She needs more.

She needs me to shut her brain off for her.

I adjust the pressure, the pace, watching as her expression shifts from pleasure to something close to disbelief.

Her thighs tremble, and I wrap my arm more securely around her waist, holding her steady as she begins to come apart.

“I’ve got you,” I tell her, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ve always got you. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

Her hands grip tighter as my fingers circle faster, moans and whimpers fleeing her sweet lips.

Her body shudders against mine, her breath coming in sharp, quick gasps against my cheek.

I don’t stop. I don’t slow down. I guide her through each wave of her orgasm until she pushes at my hand, too sensitive to continue.

For a moment, we stay like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other’s air.

I bring my finger back to her clit in a featherlike touch that almost immediately makes her shudder and moan lightly.

Her heartbeat pulses against my chest, rapid and strong, and thank fuck.

That pounding is everything I need to feel right now.

Her hands move to my face, cradling it with unexpected tenderness. “Your turn,” she whispers, and the promise in those two words sends heat coursing through me .

But I shake my head slightly. “Not yet.” I want more of this. More of her pleasure, more of the way she looks at me in the aftermath, more of the trust that allows her to be so vulnerable, more of everything with her.

I kiss her now, deep and slow, until she relents and melts against me. My hand finds its way between her legs again, and I slip two fingers into her. She sighs into my mouth, her body already responding. I feel her hands at the waistband of my pajama pants, tugging impatiently.

“Patience,” I murmur against her lips.

“Never,” she replies, and I feel her smile.

But she allows me to set the pace, her hands moving to my shoulders instead, dragging along my chest and abs until she returns my arm and cups her tattoo.

I take my time, slowly pumping in and out of her, building her up until she’s a shuddering mess.

Until she can’t take anymore before she comes again, except I want to feel it on my cock.

I slip my pants down my hips, line myself up, and push in.

And god, how does she always feel this good? Better than anything ever has. My world narrows to the point where we’re connected, my eyes glued to the way her body holds my cock in.

Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper, and I hold still, already closer than I want to be. Liora’s eyes meet mine, a question in them.

“I just need a moment,” I explain, my voice rougher than I expected. “Just a moment exactly like this where I’m holding you and inside of you and it’s just us.”

Her expression softens. “We have time,” she reminds me. “We have all the time.”

We do. We have forever and then again after that.

I begin to move slowly at first, establishing a rhythm that builds gradually.

I pump in and out, shifting her so her ass is at the edge of the counter, and I can drive into her deeper.

I hold her up against me, needing her close, and her hands find purchase on my shoulders, her head tipped back as pleasure overtakes her again.

I watch, mesmerized by the expressions that cross her face, the way her body responds to mine.

“You are everything,” I tell her, the words pulled from somewhere deep inside me.

“My everything. You’re my blood. What keeps me alive.

” And I would have died for her tonight.

It didn’t even scare me. I mean, it did a little, but the thought of Liora living and Hazel having her mother as she should made me determined. It always will.

Her eyes open, finding mine with startling clarity despite the haze of pleasure. “And you’re mine,” she replies, the words both statement and promise. “Ours.”

I place my hand over her chest, over her pounding heart. It’s my silent promise.

A tremor starts deep inside her, her body tightening around mine. My movements become more deliberate, angled to deepen her pleasure. But also more erratic as I push and pull and slide and press into her over and over. I can’t stop. I can’t slow down.

The tight sheath of her pussy grips me, covering me in sweat and lust and love. This is only the first time I’m going to have her tonight and I can already tell I’ll be nothing short of insatiable.

Moans and pants and whimpers flee both our lips and I kiss her, holding her, fucking into her as her legs hold my body tight. When she comes again, it’s with my name on her lips and her eyes on mine.

The sound of it, the feel of her body yielding completely to mine, pushes me over the edge. Release crashes through me in waves, stealing my breath and my thoughts, leaving only sensation and an overwhelming feeling of relief. Of happiness. We cling to each other, neither willing to let go.

“I love you,” she says simply .

“I know,” I reply because I do. It’s written in every touch, every glance, every moment we share. Even when she hated me. Even when I told myself I was over it and it wasn’t always her. “I love you too.”

She smiles, that crooked line that has always been my undoing. “Enough to make me dinner now?”

I laugh. “Enough to make you dinner.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close for one more kiss. “Good,” she whispers against my lips. “Because I’m starving, and I want pasta. Creamy pasta.”

“You got it. And then I’m taking you up to bed. And tomorrow we’ll wake up and get our girl and take her out for pancakes.”

Liora’s eyes glisten when I call her our girl, but she is.

“Can we tell her?” I ask.

“Tell her what?”

“That she’s mine. That we’re together. That this isn’t temporary, it’s permanent. It’s her home. And yours.”

She bites her lip and nods. “I’d like that. I think she would too.”

A loud exhale leaves her lips and with it the weight of everything she’s been carrying around for eight years goes with it.

No more secrets. No more lies. No more uncertainty. No more danger.

It’s going to be us together. Undeniably.

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