Playboy Prince

"Do you want to talk?" Liam cups my neck with his palm.

I shake my head.

"You're not here, baby. I want to fuck you, but only if you're here."

"What if I want to imagine someone else?"

"Then pick a location with fewer mirrors."

"You want to pretend I'm in the zone?"

"It's been a week." He pushes my dress up my thighs. "If you want to imagine other guys already… that's going to be a blow to my ego."

"Is it?"

"Yeah. In a few months, maybe, when we've exhausted other options for novelty."

"It will only take a few months?"

"If I fuck you three times a day."

"Can you even go three times a day?"

"What did I say about dares?" He pushes my dress a few inches higher. "You're riding the line."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"You think I won't punish you?"

I'm not sure. I dare him anyway. "I don't think you want to."

"Not now, no." He slips his hand under my dress. Presses his palm flat against my sex, over my panties. "But I will tease you." He runs his thumb over me, pressing the fabric against my clit.

"You will?"

"Yeah." He does it again. Again. "Are these silk?"

I nod.

"Feels like heaven." He presses his lips to my neck. "At first." He runs his thumb over me again. "Then it's torture, not having my hand on your skin."

"Is it?"

"Yeah." He kisses my neck again. Softly. So softly I can barely feel it.

Again and again, as he runs his thumb over me.

My eyes flutter closed.

My fingers curl into his chest.

My breath hitches.

He teases me, again and again, soft kisses and soft touches.

Winding me tighter and tighter, but not close enough, never close enough.

A groan falls from my lips. "Please."

"Please?"

"Please, Liam." I shift my hips, rocking against his hand, increasing the pressure of his touch. Better. But not enough. "Touch me."

"Not yet." He places another kiss on my neck. "I'm torturing you, baby."

I shake my head.

He nods. "You dared me."

"Please."

"Never thought I was into begging." He teases me with another slow, soft stroke. "But please sounds so fucking good on your lips."

"Liam."

He runs his thumb over me again.

"Please."

Again and again and again.

I'm putty in his hands. So, so, so close to where I need to be, so desperate for release, too full of bliss to move.

All I can do is say "please" again.

Liam doesn't release me. He teases me again and again and again.

Until I'm wound so tight, I'm sure I'm going to break. And then he does it more. That perfect slow brush of his thumb, back and forth, again and again.

Until my hips act of their own accord. I rock into his hand again, demanding more pressure, taking it from him.

Fuck.

I nearly come on the spot.

I have to tug at his shirt to stay upright. And I'm sitting.

"Bad girl," he purrs with approval. "Impatient." He places a kiss on my ear, shoulder, collarbone.

Liam repositions me in his lap, then he brings one hand to my chest, pushes my straps off on my shoulders.

"Fuck." His breath hitches.

He wants to relent as badly as I do, but he holds strong. He runs his thumb over me again, teasing mercilessly.

Then he cups my breast, teases me with his thumb.

Again and again and again.

My eyes go to the mirror on our right. The beautiful image of Liam, still in his button-down, the same Liam I've seen at work every day for two years, toying with me again and again.

He's in his shirt and I'm topless in his lap.

I've never been an exhibitionist, but being on display for him sets me on fire.

Maybe I do want to put on a set of sheer mesh and dance for him in a room full of mirrors.

No, I do.

I want that. I want this. I want everything.

All of Liam's creativity and drive, all focused on blowing my fucking mind.

"Please." It falls off my lips.

He toys with me again.

"Please, Liam."

Again and again.

"I need you inside me."

"Fuck." He presses his palm flat against my sex. "You have any idea what that does to me, baby?"

"Yes."

He shifts his hips, so I feel his hard-on.

"Please." I pull my dress up my thighs. "Please, Liam." I look down at him. Savor the desire in his blue eyes. "Fuck me."

"Fuck." His fingers hook into the sides of my panties. "Off."

I raise my hips so he can pull them off my feet. It's torture, shifting off him for long enough to undo his zipper and push his boxers aside.

Fuck, he's beautiful. I've never thought of a cock as beautiful before, but his really is. Long and thick and hard and—

"Sit on my cock, baby." Liam brings his hands to my hips. Guides me into place.

Slowly, I lower my body onto his.

His tip strains against me.

A sweet fucking tease. And it's all him. No barrier between us.

Nothing between us.

I rise, tease him one more time. Then one more, for good measure.