I wish I knew where this girl has been all my life to have given myself to her sooner.
“Liam,” she yells my name and scrapes her nails down my back as she unravels around me.
"Fuck, Holly," I groan as her pussy clenches around my cock and I think her nails take off some skin, but fuck. My balls tighten as I come deep inside her. My forehead falls to hers as I try to catch my breath.
“That was,” she breathes heavily as her glassy green eyes bore into mine.
“It was,” I agree with her unfinished sentiment. “But we’re not done quite yet.”
“No?"
"No. I told you I was going to make this an experience. Now, roll over.” I scoot down her legs as she rolls onto her stomach, spying me over her shoulder. I grab her hips and yank her to her knees. My dick slides along her slick center and I slide back into her as she clenches the sheets with my name on her lips again.
Oh, yes, this evening has only started.
“That was worth the wait,” she purrs and nuzzles her head into my chest. Her eyes flutter closed and soon she’s snoring softly against me. She’s simply beautiful.
Sleep evades me as I find myself just watching her as her chest rises and falls.
This is new. Besides the night she fell asleep on me on the couch after I made her come, I haven't slept with a woman in ages.
Is this something I can do?
We've been dating, but this is…more… This is everything.
My one-night stands were dry—they were fun, but they only filled a purpose of what needed to be done before I was out of there. I didn’t want to connect. I never wanted more, like I do with Holly.
My heart rate increases, and I feel like it’s going to pound out of my chest. I slip out of bed and grab my phone. The bright numbers on my screen read four a.m. and I haven't slept at all. I'm going to need a hell of a lot of coffee to make it through today. I make my way to her bathroom to get dressed, needing to head to work.
CHAPTER TWELVE
HOLLY
"Mama, Mama, Mama," Matty's voice echoes through the monitor. I groan. My body is deliciously sore—everywhere. My thoughts drift back to the memory of Liam’s tongue working me over to then taking me from behind and it only makes me cuddle deeper into my mattress, not ready to get up.
“Of course, he has to be up early,” I mumble as I peel open my heavy eyes. I roll over in search of Liam’s warm body but find his side empty. Sunlight peers through my blinds and illuminates the white-folded paper on the pillow beside me.
Déjà vu hits me like a freight train and I shoot up in bed, wrapping the sheet around me. With a shaky hand, I pick up the note and flip it open. Written out in Liam’s familiar chicken scratch is a line I’ve read once before years ago:
Last night was fun. Had to get to work.
“Seriously?” I crinkle the note into a ball and toss it to the floor. Seething.
Fun? Fun?
Way to make a girl feel special. How many times has he used this line on all his other one nighters right before he snuck out?
This is what I was afraid of. I gave myself to him and he leaves after he gets what he wants.
Don't overthink this Holls!
The man poured his heart out to you. Bared his soul by sharing his deepest, darkest secrets to you. It's just a note.
But what if that is the problem? He didn't want me to know that side of him.
I exposed him.
What if he got scared and ran because I saw too much.
Stop thinking crazy. Breathe woman.
But a note which says he had fun? Really? He couldn’t have woken me up and kissed me good-bye? It’s not like he hasn’t done so before over the last couple weeks.
“Mama!” Matty hollers again and I hear the rattling of the crib through the monitor which means he’s seconds away from getting out. I roll out of bed, pushing the words of the note away, and get ready for the day.
“Now this is what I call a conference room.” Liam steps into the room with a team of employees behind him. It's been over seven hours since I woke up this morning alone and this is the first time I’ve seen him or heard his voice since. “Do the screens work?” He taps the table with the interactive screens which will connect it to a larger one at the front of the room.
“Yes, IT finished hooking everything up this morning, Mr. Morgan. I'm waiting for a few more pieces of furniture, then the room will be yours. We will copy the same look in the conference room below, the one I use for an office, next month.”
“Great,” he says, but he doesn't look at me. In fact, he has looked everywhere but at me.
My guard is now fully up. The employees he brought with him shuffle around the room, admiring all the new high-tech features.
Don’t give up yet, Holly. He’s distracted by new toys.
I step in closer to him, allowing my fingers to trace over his hand. He clears his throat roughly, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Did you need something?”
My heart sinks at his rejection. I fold my arms across my chest. “It’s about your office?”
“My office?” He questions stoned face, giving nothing away. I’m starting to feel like I’m in a bad dream. Doesn’t
