Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He tensed beneath me, his free hand gripping my hip hard, and a raw groan rumbled in his chest as his hips jerked erratically. His stiff cock was aligned with my pussy and I felt him pulse against me, growling deep in his throat as he came too, right there in his pants, while I was still coming down from my orgasm.
We both sat there afterward, breathing hard, chests heaving in the dark car. I was shocked, my mind reeling from how fast things had escalated, and how intense it had been.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his head dropping back against his seat.
I pulled back slightly, still straddling him, my hands on his shoulders. His hooded gaze looked up at me, and a slow smile curved my lips.
“Did you just…come?” I asked, because, well, that was hot as fuck.
A rueful grin tugged at his lips despite the heat still in his gaze. “Yeah,” he admitted, his hands sliding down to rest on my thighs. “Haven’t done that since I was a fucking teenager.”
I laughed softly, but his expression grew more serious. The warmth in his eyes shifted, giving way to something more conflicted and my stomach dropped.
He exhaled slowly. “What are we doing, Morgan?”
The question made something in my chest tighten. The high of what we’d just done was still pulsing through my body, but reality pressed in just as fast.
“I don’t know,” I whispered. It was the truth. My heart was racing for a hundred different reasons, and not one of them made sense.
Liam closed his eyes for a moment, like he needed to collect himself. When he opened them, the heat lingered, but it was softer now, layered with something more cautious.
“Jesus, Morgan,” he said, his voice threaded with frustration and uncertainty. “I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. “Are you putting me back in the friend zone?” I tried to keep my tone light, but there was a hint of vulnerability beneath that I couldn’t hide.
He huffed out a strained laugh. “That’s what I should do,” he said reluctantly. “This could get complicated. We work together. We have a business relationship. If something goes wrong…I don’t want to screw that up for either of us.”
His words weren’t dismissive. They were real, thoughtful, and laced with the same frustration and desire I felt. I could see the internal tug-of-war in his eyes, and I understood where he was coming from. This wasn’t just about us. He was a business man who’d invested millions into my father’s company, and I was adult enough to acknowledge that neither of us could predict what could potentially happen between us in the future.
I nodded, even though a small ache bloomed in my chest. “I get it. I do. It’s confusing.” My voice softened. “I’m confused. As much as I want you, the work stuff makes it tricky.”
I saw the relief on his face that I wasn’t angry or hurt. He cupped my cheek gently, just his fingertips, like he was afraid that too much contact would pull us right back into the spiral. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly. “And I don’t want to mess up whatever is happening between us.”
He didn’t elaborate on that, but we both knew that our attraction, connection, and chemistry was off the charts and clearly not something we could ignore, no matter how hard we’d already tried to do so.
“I don’t want that either,” I replied, my hands resting on his chest, not ready to break the connection just yet.
“Let’s just…slow this down,” he suggested. “Figure it out without rushing.”
“Okay,” I agreed, knowing it was for the best.
I started to move off him, and he helped me back into the passenger seat. His hands stayed on me a moment longer than needed, sliding from my waist to my hips in a way that felt reluctant, like he was fighting the urge to pull me back onto his lap. I didn’t take it as rejection. I recognized his restraint, the kind that told me he wanted more but was trying not to rush whatever this was between us. Because other things were at stake.
“Are we good?” he asked, and the concern I heard in his voice made it impossible to doubt his good intentions.
“Yeah, we are,” I murmured, giving him a smile.
His eyes dropped to my lips for a beat, like the idea of another kiss was still too tempting. “Yeah, we will be,” he said quietly. “We’ll figure this out.”
His words were meant to reassure, but I didn’t think either of us really believed getting through this and figuring things out would be that simple.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Liam
By mutual agreement, the following Monday at the office we were back to being professional, no mention of what happened in my car Saturday night. And even though I’d been the one to establish that “let’s slow things down” suggestion, I fucking hated it.