Playboy Prince

There's no pretense.

No bullshit.

None of the walls he normally throws up.

Right now, there are no walls between us.

Only pure, honest need.

And I need him.

I really fucking need him.

I wrap my arms around him, then I rock my hips against him.

He matches my rhythm, filling me with slow, steady thrusts.

Again and again.

He stays there, pressed against me, filling me again and again, driving me closer and closer.

The tension in my sex winds tighter and tighter.

Until it's almost too much to take.

Then it's too much, but somehow it's not enough either.

Liam's teeth scrape my neck, and I go over the edge.

My sex pulses as I come. I groan his name into his ear, rocking my hips, digging my nails into his back.

He works me through my orgasm, then he moves faster.

Deeper.

His breath speeds. His groans run together.

He holds me close, scraping his teeth against my collarbone. His cock pulses as he comes.

There's something so satisfying about it.

Some primal need I've ignored for far too long. Some primal need only he can fill.

After he finishes, he untangles our bodies, takes care of the condom, rejoins me in bed.

I relax into the sheets, spent and sweaty.

He rolls onto his side. Looks me up and down with equal parts pride and satisfaction. "You want more?"

I shake my head.

"I remember dares."

"Warnings not to dare. I didn't dare."

"You sure?" He smiles. "'Cause I'd really like to see how many I can hit."

"It's all about you?"

"How many we can hit."

I can't help but smile. "Tomorrow. I'm exhausted."

"Is that a promise?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay." He presses his lips to mine. "I promise to make you come tomorrow."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Liam

This isn't the first time I've woken up in another bed.

But it's the first time I've wanted to stay.

Briar West is sound asleep next to me.

Briar West is naked under the white sheets.

Briar West slept naked, next to me, last night.

Everything else—the complications, the wedding, the fate of my father figure—drifts away as I watch her chest rise and fall with her breath.

I've never watched someone sleep before. Not on purpose.

But this feels right.

She's never this serene. That's what I love about her. She's all fire and purpose, even when she's holding a perfect poker face.

I never see her with her guard down.

She stirs. Rolls onto her side. Blinks her eyes open.

"Hey." Her voice is soft. Gentle.

"Hey." Mine is too.

"I like this look for you." Her gaze flits to my bare torso then moves down it.

"Right to the dick?"

"That's what you're here for." She does nothing to hide her stare.

"You're using me?"

"You didn't realize?"

"Why do you think I'm naked?"

Her smile lights up her eyes. "Smart man."

"I have my moments."

"You really are…"

"I am…"

"Do you need me stroking your ego?"

"It's my second favorite thing for you to stroke."

A laugh spills from her lips. "Really though? Would your ego actually grow if I said, 'Liam Pierce, you have a massive cock.'"

"My ego. And my favorite thing for you to stroke."

Her smile widens. "How can you make obnoxious so adorable?"

"Skill."

"It is a skill." She stretches her arms over her head as she yawns. "Do I need to get up?"

"If you don't want your boss to reprimand you."

"What if I do?"

Fuck, the ideas that fill my head. I'm not usually into the whole punishment thing. I'm not opposed, but it's not where I go when I need to cross the finish line.

Right now, the thought of Briar bent over my desk, purring about how she's a bad girl?

Fuck.

"I guess you were right." Her eyes stay glued to my dick. "It is growing."

"Baby, you have ten seconds. Stop or I'm going to fuck you."

"What if I take all nine?"

"Might fuck you anyway."

She props herself up on her elbow. "What time is it?"

"Time to get dressed."

"Hmm…" She taps her chin. "Quite the predicament. Since my boss is the most annoying person on the planet."

"I've heard that."

"Seriously. He thinks the entire world revolves around him."

"Massive ego?"

"Oh yeah."

"But he backs it up?"

"How did you circle back to your dick so quickly?"

"I told you. Skills."

She laughs. "Can we be late?"

"Yes."

"Then let me brush my teeth first."

"It's been more than ten seconds."

"I know. You do it too."

"Bossy," I say.

"If you think this is bossy, you should try working for Liam Pierce."

I can't help but chuckle. "I'll put coffee on."

"Coffee?" Her nose scrunches in distaste. "Not tea?"

"Would you rather fuck me or have your tea?"

"Why is both not an option?"

"Go. Now. Or I'm fucking you right here."

She smiles and shifts out of bed.

Fuck, she has a fantastic ass. Those round hips, the thick thighs—

I want to die between them. I really do.

I wait until she closes the door, then I use the bathroom in the master, fill the kettle, set it to boil.

Briar steps into the kitchen in a black silk robe.

"You trying to drive me out of my mind, baby?"

"Is it working?"

"What do you think?" I motion come here.