by Blue Saffire
Liam’s jaw clenches. “That’s because this is my fucking company, something you’d do well to remember. I know you’re fucking spectacular at what you do. Every fucking thing you do! Do you think I’d put up with your bullshit otherwise? You’re the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met.”
“I’m infuriating?” I laugh. “That’s rich, considering you’re the most aggravating man on Earth.”
Liam runs a hand over his jaw. “It’s called sexual frustration, sweetheart.”
“Right,” I scoff. “You’d have to be abstinent to experience that.”
Trust me, I know. For the first time in my life, I understand why people obsess about sex so much.
He rolls his lips. "Exactly. I haven't fucked anyone in over six months, and quite frankly, I'm done with this dry spell bullshit."
Wait...what? We last had sex six months ago. Could he possibly be referring to that?
I shake my head in disbelief. “Six months ago is when you and I...when we...you know.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Fucked over my couch?”
I slice my hand through the air. “Yeah...that. Are you honestly trying to tell me you haven’t had sex with anyone since then?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Give the girl a prize.”
“I don’t understand. Why?”
Liam takes a step forward. “For the exact same reason you haven’t.”
“You don’t know that,” I sputter.
He smirks and takes another step. “Yes, I do. Because everyone else pales in comparison. You can’t duplicate our chemistry.” Another step. “Avery, I’ve tried. I’ve fucking tried like you wouldn’t believe, because it would sure as hell be a lot less complicated.” One final step and I’m pinned to my desk by his hard body. Liam runs his finger along my jaw, causing me to shiver. “See that? One innocent touch lights your body on fire.”
“Does not,” I lie.
His finger continues down my bare arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
He smiles when he sees the evidence of how much he affects me. "Why do we deny ourselves? We're consenting adults."
I narrow my eyes at him. “I can’t stand you.”
His eyes twinkle. “I’m not so fond of you either, but my dick hasn’t gotten the memo.”
I gasp when he starts trailing kisses down the nape of my neck. “What happened to not mixing business with pleasure?”
Liam groans as he palms my breasts through my clothing. “I know it’s a fucked up situation, but I don’t give a damn. I want you too badly.”
His erection is pressed against my abdomen as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my dress. I moan against my will when he finds that I’m not wearing any underwear and plunges two fingers inside of me.
“Fuck,” I pant.
He smirks as he pumps his fingers in and out. “Have you been bare down here all night, Avery? The night we met you weren’t wearing panties either. Were you going to fuck your date? Or did you take these off before you came into the office, knowing we’d be here alone?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t want any panty lines.” I claw at his belt buckle until I pull the strap free and unbutton his slacks. “Get your dick inside of me, Liam.”
He releases a low chuckle. “I didn’t hear you say the magic word.”
I glare at him. “Now.”
“That works, too.” Liam lifts me until my ass is balancing on the edge of my desk and thrusts into me without any hesitation.
He leans his forehead against mine and groans. “Shit. Need a condom.”
I watch as he slides out slowly, his thick cock painted with my arousal. “Don’t fucking go anywhere. I’m on the pill and safe.”
He shoves back in. “Me too. The safe part.” His fingertips bite into my hips when I lock my ankles behind his back, pulling him in even further. “Fuck, Avery. You feel amazing. So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.”
I brace my arms on the desk behind me. “You, too. Now stop talking. You’re ruining it for me.”
He makes a growly noise before making quick work of the ties on my wrap dress. Within seconds, each half falls to the side, exposing my skin to the cool air conditioning. Liam slides his hands up my ribs, over to my lace-covered breasts. His gaze never leaves mine as his thumbs brush back and forth over my peaked nipples. He pulls the bra cups down and immediately sucks one of the tight buds into his mouth, making me cry out from the pleasure-pain sensation.
He leans into my ear, continuing his unforgiving rhythm. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this? Fucking you on this desk? Or better yet, on mine? Driving into your pussy relentlessly, until all you could think about was my cock and how perfectly we fit together. How no one has ever fucked you like I do. No one knows your body like I do, Avery. Whether you like it or not.”
“Stop talking,” I whimper. “Your ego is killing the mood.”
He gets a wolfish grin. “Make me.”
My hands go to his hair, gripping it hard while I crash my mouth against his. Our kiss is not gentle—it's a power struggle full of tongues dueling, teeth clashing, and lip biting. I'm vaguely aware of things crashing to the floor, but mostly all I can focus on is Liam driving into me with so much delicious force, it feels like he might split me in two. I really hope no one else decides to stop in the office tonight because I couldn't hold back my screams if my life depended on it.
Liam rolls his thumb over my clit, alternating circular motions with a sharp pinch that sends me over the edge. Warmth spreads down my spine and between my legs until my entire body is quaking. Liam's teeth dig into my shoulder as his release rolls through him a few moments later. I'm limp and breathless and completely, utterly in awe.
I have no idea how long we were going at it; all I know is that it was the most profound sexual experience of my life. How can a man that I detest make me feel so incredible? I’ve never been a reckless person—hell, I’ve never had sex anywhere but a bed before I met Liam—but that’s exactly how I feel when I’m with him. I want it all, consequences be damned.
Liam eyes me curiously. “Are you okay? I might’ve lost control for a bit there.”
I laugh, which is no easy task with him still inside of me. “The control freak has finally found his kryptonite, huh?”
He tilts his head to the side, pondering my question. “I suppose so.” He brushes a lock of sweaty hair away from my face. “You didn’t answer my question. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I give him a soft smile, surprised by his sensitivity. “Only in the best way.”
Liam sighs, seemingly relieved. “Good. Because I want to do that again.” His dick stirs to life inside of me. “Right now, in fact, if you’re up for it.”
I clench my inner muscles and wink. “I’m definitely up for it. Impressive recovery, Mr. Maxwell.”
He smirks. “I’ve been waiting six fucking months for this, Ms. Jacobs. I’m making up for lost time.”
He starts moving slowly, his dick growing harder with each slippery slide. Before I know it, Liam’s magical touch is taking me to new heights once again, vanquishing all cognitive thought.
16
Liam
Throughout my entire adult life, I had never thought about a woman after having sex. On the rare occasion I did have a fuck buddy arrangement, not once had I looked forward to actually seeing them. Sure, I was excited about getting my dick sucked or screwing a woman against the wall, but I never thought about the actual person I’d be doing it with.
Maybe that makes me an asshole, but I’m pretty sure we’ve already established that.
I was so careful to never cross that line, and yet somehow, Avery Jacobs has fucking obliterated it. I feel more alive when she walks into a room and restless when she's not around. It's been a few weeks since that night in her office and rarely a day has gone by that we aren't tearing each other's clothes off the second the rest of my staff goes home.
I would live with my dick in
side her 24/7 if I could. I can’t stop replaying images of sinking into her body from behind. Her sitting on my face, writhing above me, panting my name. Rubbing the sting away from her ass when I spank her for making me feel so goddamn out of control. She invades my every waking thought and the majority of my dreams.
We’ve clearly set boundaries that whatever this is between us, only happens in this building, outside of regular business hours. And during those business hours, we’re at each other’s throats, just as we’ve been from the start. There are no dates, no pillow talk or meeting at each other’s houses.
But here's my quandary: I want more. Merely the sight of her infuriates me because I don't like catching feelings, yet I find myself falling harder and harder every day. It's impossible not to. I've always been the one wielding power, yet this woman has pushed me into unfamiliar territory whether she realizes it or not.
I've woken up hard so many times after dreaming about her, that I'm actually considering modifying our arrangement. I haven't spent the night with a woman in over a decade, but I'm quickly learning that my workplace trysts with Avery aren't enough. I'm not sure how I would even approach the topic, let alone whether or not she'd actually go for it, but my aching cock will never forgive me if I don't try.
Speaking of the woman of the hour...
The door snicks shut as she walks into my office. I quirk my head to the side when she turns the lock with a devious smile.
“May I help you, Ms. Jacobs?”
I try to maintain eye contact as she walks toward me, but it's no easy task with the way her hips are swaying.
“Olivia just left for lunch.”
“And?” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s usually what she does every day at noon.”
Avery bites her lip as she continues her approach. “Right. Which means we have an hour.”
“An hour for what?” I’m pretty sure I know where she’s going with this considering she just kneeled in front of me.
She scratches her fingernails down my thighs. “I couldn’t wait for tonight.”
I smirk as I lift my hips just enough so she can pull my pants down. “Oh yeah? And what is it that you have in mind?”
Avery wraps her fist around my dick and strokes me from root to tip. “I think you know exactly what I have in mind, Liam.”
“Why don’t you tell me? Just so there’s no room for confusion.”
I groan when she pulls the head of my dick into her warm, wet mouth then slides all the way down until I’m tapping the back of her throat.
She releases me with a pop. “I want your dick in my mouth until you’re close, then I want to ride you until we both explode.”
My head falls back when she takes me in deep. “Fuck, Avery.”
She moans as her head bobs up and down, tongue swirling with the perfect amount of teeth raking against my shaft. I have to shove my clenched fist against my mouth to stifle my groan when she cups my balls and tugs lightly.
Doing this in the middle of the day is irresponsible and dangerous, but I wouldn't stop unless the building was on fire. Even then, I would probably assess the severity of the blaze before breaking our connection.
I run my fingers through her hair and across the indentation in her hollowed cheek. Avery increases the suction, and when her icy blue eyes look up at me under thick black lashes, I'm a goner. As amazing as this feels, I need to bury myself inside her sweet cunt more than anything right now.
I pull her into my lap, loving the fact that she’s taken to wearing dresses or skirts every day. Knowing she does it for me, so it’s easier to touch her, drives me wild. My hands snake beneath the fabric to find her pantyless and soaking wet. I line myself up with her entrance, and in one smooth motion, I'm balls deep inside of her.
Avery moans. “God, Liam. Why is it always so good?”
I run kisses along her neck as she rides me slowly. “I don’t know. Nothing has ever felt better than being inside you. I don’t ever want to stop.”
She gasps when I flick the tip of my finger against her clit. “I hate admitting this, but me neither.”
The pressure builds with each swivel of her hips and I know I’m not going to last much longer. I coat my fingers in her wetness and focus my attention on her pretty pink clit. Avery works me harder, our breaths ragged from the increased tempo.
“Shit...Liam...I’m going to come.”
“I know, baby. Just hold on.”
Her rhythm is choppy as she chases her release, so I plunge into her from below, never letting up on her sensitive bundle of nerves. Avery muffles a cry into my shoulder as her inner walls spasm around me, shivers course throughout her entire body. A few thrusts later, I'm nuzzled against her neck, muttering intelligibly as bursts of cum explode from within me.
After our heartbeats return to normal, I lift my head to look at her. Really look at her. A sheen of sweat covers her skin, her lips are swollen, and her eyes look drunk. She's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen, and I feel like the luckiest bastard on Earth being with her like this.
Avery runs her fingers over the scruff on my jaw and taps my temple. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
I’ve fallen completely head-over-heels in love with you.
I press my lips against hers before pulling back with a bite. “I was just wondering how an asshole like me managed to snag a babe like you.”
She chuckles as she releases me from her body and stands. “It was a weak moment on my part.”
I give her a wry look. “A few dozen weak moments at this point.”
"Right." She's smiling softly as she adjusts her dress and smooths down her hair. After a quick visit to the attached bathroom, she jerks her thumb over her shoulder and says, "Well, I should get back out there. I don't want to be here when Olivia gets back."
I fasten my pants and walk her to the door. “Hey, what do you think about amending our arrangement?”
An adorable crease forms between her brows. “How so?”
I lean against the wall. “I think we should give sleepovers a try. I’m sick of waking up hard because of you then having to wait at least twelve hours to do something about it.”
Avery smirks. “Why are you blaming me for your morning wood? Isn’t that something that men normally have?”
I shake my head. “Not this bad. And it’s your fault because more often than not, my subconscious likes to replay our encounter from the night before while I’m sleeping.”
She releases a throaty chuckle. “That does sound like a dilemma.” I don’t like it when her expression sobers. “I’m not sure, Liam. How would that work? If we’re not having sex, we’re irritating the shit out of each other.” She points a finger between us. “What we have is working. We get off then we go our separate ways.”
Fuck. Who would’ve thought I’d be on this end of a conversation like this?
“Just think about it.” I shrug. “We can do a trial run when we fly back to New York next week—share a hotel room. If it doesn’t work out, no harm, no foul.”
Avery bites her lip, and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to press my mouth to hers.
“Okay.” She points a stern finger at me. “But I’m keeping my own room so I can leave if you’re driving me crazy.”
I laugh. “Honey, you’ll be too busy coming all over my face to worry about anything else.”
I don’t miss the way her nipples perk up beneath the sheer fabric of her dress.
She opens the door and throws a glance over her shoulder. “We’ll see about that, you cocky son of a bitch.”
17
Avery
Every year, PR professionals gather ‘round to discuss the latest news, analysis, platforms, and strategies that we need to utilize to bolster our clients’ image. Over the last five years, Liam’s former Director of PR for the L.A. branch has attended on his behalf.
This year, Liam's being honored on the 40 under 40 list—people who are known for redefining the role
of communications, PR, and marketing— so he has to be here and engaged throughout the event. The official conference doesn't begin until tomorrow, but right now, we're attending the welcome cocktail party, much to Liam's dismay.
Liam leans down close to my ear. “This schmoozing stuff is bullshit.”
I smile. “Schmoozing is what you do for a living.”
“Yeah, because that’s what I get paid to do,” he grumbles. “Making small talk with a bunch of schmucks doesn’t affect my bottom line. If anything, it’s preventing me from making money because I have to be here socializing instead of actually working. I don’t like doing things if I’m not getting paid.”
My lips twitch. “Oh, I don’t know...I can think of a few things that you really enjoy doing. Things that you’re very good at, and you don't make a dime."
His eyes light up with mirth. “Ms. Jacobs, are you actually flirting with me?” Liam places his open palm against his chest dramatically. “Be still my heart!”
“Don’t get too excited.” I roll my eyes. “I didn’t say I enjoyed doing those things with you.”
“Don’t make me kiss you in front of all these people and prove you wrong. I’m sure it will cause quite the uproar, but you should know by now how far I’m willing to go to make a point.”
I glare at him. “You wouldn’t.”
Liam couldn’t look any smugger if he tried. “Try me.”
We’re locked in a silent stare down for at least a minute before we’re interrupted.
“Liam Maxwell!” Clint Roberts, the primary publicist for a major social media platform, slaps Liam on the back like they’re best buds. “I haven’t seen you in years! They had to bribe you with an award to get you to come to this thing, huh?”
Liam pastes a smile on his face, but it's obviously forced. "Clint, nice to see you." Liam nods in my direction. "Have you met my Director of PR, Avery Jacobs?"
