Chapter 19

 

I woke up in the dark. Liam’s hands were on my breasts, his fingers gently teasing my nipples, and I smiled and ran my hands over his broad chest.

“Liam?”

“Yeah?”

“Hi.”

He leaned over me and flicked the bedside lamp on. He stroked the hair back from my face and smiled at me. “Hi, beautiful.”

He cupped my breast and then leaned down, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I moaned and ran my hands through his thick hair as he sucked and nibbled. My hands grazed the collar around his neck and I reached for the buckle. I unbuckled it and tossed it to the floor beside the bed before reaching for the cuffs.

“I want these off.” I whispered.

He watched as I unbuckled them and threw them on the floor beside the collar. I traced the red marks on his wrists and frowned.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were too tight?”

“They weren’t.” He assured me before nuzzling my neck. “It’s because I was pulling on them so hard earlier.”

He ran his hand down my side and squeezed my hip. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach and I reached between us and stroked it lightly. His breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes as I squeezed and rubbed him.

“I’m sorry for earlier.” He said quietly.

My hand stilled on his cock and he opened his eyes. I gave him a careful look. “Are you – do you regret it?”

He shook his head immediately. “No. It was amazing. I’m sorry because I told you that we wouldn’t have sex and then I lost control.”

I sighed. “It wasn’t you. I was deliberately teasing you, hoping that I – I could get you to have sex with me. I should be the one apologizing.”

He rubbed my lower back. “Honestly, it was ridiculous of me to think I could be with you and not make love to you. I wanted to take you the very first night.”

He kissed me gently. I returned his kiss, our tongues sliding against each other as his hand slid down and cupped my ass. I ran my thumb over the head of his cock and he groaned loudly.

“You have a very thick cock. I like it. A lot.” I informed him solemnly.

I watched amused as he blushed.

“It felt so good in my pussy.” I whispered.

His eyes turned a dark and stormy gray, and I shivered when he pushed me on to my back and pulled my thighs apart. He wedged his body between them and rubbed his cock against my pussy.

I inhaled sharply and he kissed me lightly on the mouth. “I want to be inside of you again, Mae.”

“I want that too.” I whispered.

He gave me a searching look. “Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you.”

I grinned at him. “Don’t make me chain you to the bed and have my way with you again, Mr. Knight.”

He returned my grin and then thrust his hips in a smooth, downward motion. His cock pushed smoothly into my pussy and I gasped and arched my pelvis upwards, sheathing him entirely inside of me.

He propped himself on his elbows above me and I reached up and cupped his face, rubbing my thumbs along his jaw. He moved in me with slow strokes that made me quiver with need.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my feet together at the small of his back. He was still moving with the same slow movements, and I slipped my arms around his shoulders. My fingers dug into his back as he stared down at me.

“Faster. Please, Liam.”

He shook his head. “No, honey. Not yet.”

I made a soft noise of frustration as he bent his head and licked my nipple. I gasped and arched my back before rocking my pelvis against him again.

“Liam, please.” I moaned. “I want to come.”

“Soon, honey.” He promised.

We rocked against each other as Liam pressed light, fluttering kisses across my face. His gentleness, the way he touched me so sweetly as he moved within me, was making my heart ache. I closed my eyes, feeling the burn of tears behind my eyelids, and breathed deeply.

“Mae?” He whispered.

I opened my eyes. He was staring at me with a look of concern on his face and he stopped moving.

“Have I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No, why?”

He wiped his thumb across my cheek and showed me the moisture on it. I smiled sweetly at him and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Don’t stop, Liam.”

He kissed me again and continued to thrust. As his movements became stronger and steadier, he reached between us and rubbed my clit lightly. I moaned and thrust my pelvis against his as his fingers circled and pressed on my throbbing clit.

“Oh God.” I whimpered. With a sudden, arching thrust, my orgasm tore through me and I shook and quivered helplessly under him.

He groaned loudly and propped his hands beside my head before plunging wildly within me. “Mae, oh Mae.” He whispered. “You feel so damn good. So warm, so wet…”

He stiffened, his back arching and the cords in his neck standing out in stark relief, as he came deep inside of me. I held tightly to him with all of my limbs as he buried his face in my neck, panting harshly and shuddering wildly against my body.

He rested against me. I could feel his warm breath blowing against my throat, and I rubbed his back soothingly as I stared blankly at the ceiling. The tears rolled quietly down my face as a strange mixture of dismay and euphoria rushed through me. I was in love with my goddamn boss.

* * *

 

“You’re quiet today.”

“Am I?”

“Yes. Will you tell me what’s wrong?” Liam reached across the patio table and squeezed my hand.

I squeezed back. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m just admiring the view.” I pointed to the lake glimmering softly in the warm sun.

He set down his Ipad and tugged me to my feet. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” I asked curiously.

“We’ll dip our feet in the water. It’s getting too hot sitting here in the sun.”

Holding hands, we walked down to the lake. It was Sunday afternoon and, despite what I had told Liam, I was feeling depressed and blue. We had made love twice more this morning, each time what Liam referred to as ‘vanilla sex’, and it had been incredible. In a few hours I would be leaving to go back to my shitty apartment, and I was already moping about it. I wanted to stay at Liam’s house. I wanted to sleep in his bed and wake up beside him each morning.

I sighed softly. I had made a terrible mistake in accepting the contract with Liam. I thought about the envelope in my purse and my stomach rolled with nausea. I was in love with Liam, and he had just paid me fifty grand to have sex with him. We could both pretend it didn’t make me a whore but I knew the truth. I really was just Liam’s well-paid prostitute. For one horrible moment, I thought I might throw up. My hand tightened involuntarily on Liam’s and he looked over his shoulder.

He stopped and gripped my shoulders lightly. “Mae? What’s wrong? You’re very pale.”

I cleared my throat. “I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache.”

“Do you want to go back to the house and lie down?”

“No. The fresh air is good and I’d like to dip my toes in the lake.” I replied.

“We can do that later.” He started back towards the house and I dug my feet in.

“No, really. I want to stay here.” I insisted. “C’mon, Liam.”

“Alright, honey.”

My heart constricted painfully at the endearment and my stomach gave another one of those nauseated lurches.

“Mae – “

“Come on, handsome. Let’s cool our feet.” I interrupted him.

He nodded and took my hand again before starting towards the lake.

I wouldn’t take the money, I decided abruptly. I had two more weekends with Liam, and once they were done I would give him back the fifty grand. My dream of owning my own coffee shop wasn’t worth feeling like a whore. Besides, it was only ten years. Less, if I took a part time job in the evenings and weekends which, considering how I felt about Liam, was probably a smart thing to do. I would need something to take my mind off of him.

The decision to not take Liam’s money made me feel better and as we stood next to the lake, I squeezed his hand and gave him a warm smile. “It’s so pretty here.”

“I’m glad you like it.” The look of worry on his face disappeared and his tense body relaxed.

“You’re sure you’re okay, Mae?” He asked again.

I nodded and slipped my arm around his waist. “I really am.”

He bent and rolled up his jeans. I was wearing a tank top and shorts and I waded into the water. I shivered delicately. “Cold!”

He laughed and waded in next to me. “It’s not that cold.”

“It’s freezing. I can’t feel my feet!” I started to head back to the beach and he caught my hand.

“Walk with me. It’ll warm up, I promise.”

I nodded and we walked down the beach, the water lapping at our feet. We were both barefoot but the bottom of the lake was soft sand, not the rocks I had expected. After only a few minutes, the water felt refreshing rather than freezing, and I wrinkled my nose at him.

“You were right.”

“I know.”

I poked him in the side. “No need to be smug.”

He grinned. “I can’t help it. I’m a lawyer, remember? We’re naturally smug.”

“Did you always want to be a lawyer?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Really? Even as a child?”

He nodded again. “Yes. When I was eight, I set up my first law firm. I charged neighbourhood kids a dollar to settle such disputes as – ‘who ate Jamie Davidson’s bag of kettle corn’, and ‘did Joey Thompson deserve to be punched in the face by Kimmie Summers’.”

I laughed and he gave me a mock glare. “Hey, I made fifteen dollars that summer.”

“Nicely done.” I laughed again and he slapped me lightly on the ass.

“You did not just do that.” I arched my eyebrow at him.

He gave me a wicked grin and then staggered back when I bent, scooped up water and splashed him in the face.

“Why you little minx.” He growled.

I turned and ran, splashing through the water. He chased after me and I ran faster, my heart pumping in my chest. I could see his house and I was nearly to the beach when his arms snaked around my waist and he lifted me out of the water.

I shrieked and struggled wildly. Not expecting it, he lost his balance and we both tumbled into the calf-deep water. I gasped and he bellowed a curse as the cold water soaked into our clothes and skin. I twisted in his grasp and quickly straddled him as he sat in the water.

“Jerk!” I laughed before kissing him hard on the mouth.

His hands dug into my hips and I rubbed my pelvis against his as we kissed deeply. His hand cupped my breast and he moaned his approval at the hardness of my nipple. I pulled my mouth away from his and stared down at him.

He ran his thumb over my mouth. “Your lips are blue.”

“I told you the water was cold.” I shivered.

“Stand up, honey.”

I climbed off of him and he stood gracefully, his jeans streaming water and his grey t-shirt sticking to his broad chest. He eyed me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my chest. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my nipples were poking again my wet and clinging tank top.

“Hey!” I prodded him in the chest and he raised his gaze to mine. “Eyes up here, buddy.”

He winked cheekily at me and I launched myself at him. His eyes widened with surprise but he caught me neatly, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my crotch against his. “Take me into the house and fuck me. Right now, Liam.”

“Yes, mistress.” He kissed me again, his hands squeezing and kneading my ass, and I moaned softly.

He carried me across the beach and into his back yard. I stroked his back and moved my mouth to his ear. “First, I’m going to make you lick my pussy until I come. Then you’re going to watch as I masturbate until I come again. Would you like that, Liam?”

“Yes, mistress.” He groaned as he pulled open the French doors that led into the living room. He cupped my ass again and I dipped my tongue into his ear.

“Even if I don’t let you touch yourself?” I whispered. I could feel his cock hard against me and neither of us even noticed the water we were dripping all over the floor.

“Maybe I won’t let you come at all.” I continued breathily. “As punishment for dunking me in the lake.”

“You – “

“Liam?”

I jerked in surprise at the soft voice and Liam nearly dropped me to the floor. I stared over my shoulder at the tall and slender Asian woman standing near the front door. She had a little boy in her arms and he stared curiously at us as the woman gave us a weak smile.

“Eileen!” Liam set me down and I self-consciously pulled my wet tank top away from my breasts.

“What – what are you doing here?” Liam asked.

“I’m so sorry.” She was bright red and she shifted the little boy in her arms, kissing him lightly on the cheek, before clearing her throat nervously. “Dean wanted to see his Uncle Liam and it’s been so long since we’ve visited, I thought we would surprise you and drop by. I knocked but when you didn’t answer, I used my key to um… I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you um, had a friend over.”

Liam glanced down at me. His cheeks were turning as red as his sister’s and I gave him a nervous smile.

I crossed the room, one arm covering my chest, and held a damp hand out. “Hi, I’m Mae.”

“Hi, Mae. I’m Eileen and this is Dean.” Liam’s sister said politely as she shook my hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you.” I smiled weakly. “I’m just going to change into some dry clothes. Please excuse me.”

She nodded and I quickly climbed the staircase. Behind me, I could hear Liam talking quietly and then he was climbing the stairs behind me. We entered his bedroom and he shut the door. I gave him a wide-eyed look of dismay.

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered.

He shrugged. His cheeks had already lost their redness and he no longer seemed embarrassed. “It’s no big deal.”

I quickly stripped off my wet clothes and towelled dry before pulling on a fresh pair of panties and my bra. I slipped into jeans and a t-shirt as Liam stripped and put on dry clothes as well.

“I’ll just stay for half an hour or so and then leave, okay?” I said as I hurriedly packed my suitcase.

He frowned. “The deal is until tonight, Mae.”

“Yes, but your sister is here and I’m sure you want to visit with her. I can – I dunno, maybe pop by Thursday night and make up the missing hours.” I was babbling, I knew I was babbling, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

He took me in his arms, his hand caressing my back. “It’s fine. I want you to stay. If you’re uncomfortable and don’t want to, I understand. But I don’t want you leaving because you think I want you to, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.” He kissed my forehead and took my hand. “Ready?”

“Ready.” I gave him a shaky smile and allowed him to lead me from the bedroom.