No.
I won’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that Liam Cartwright doesn’t kick me off this file.
I leap to my feet and drop my notepad in my chair. I approach him tentatively. “Sir – I promise. I didn’t even notice your scar.”
He doesn’t answer. His shoulders heave harshly as he breathes ragged breaths.
“Sir – please,” I say gently, resting my fingers lightly on his arm. He flinches softly but doesn’t shrink away from my touch. “I swear. I wasn’t staring at your scar.”
He’s still facing the window, refusing to look at me. “I know – I’m hideous. Half of my face is burned off. Half of my left ear has melted away. Children cry in horror when they look at me. Adults cringe. I get it. I’m ugly.” He finally spins around to face me. He towers over me, looking down on me with an intensity that should frighten me. Instead, it arouses me. “But, I got this scar defending our country. Fighting for our freedoms.”
His words are harsh and defensive but the vulnerability in his eyes is unmistakable. It lets me know that I can be vulnerable as well. My voice comes out soft and breathy. “I wasn’t staring at your scar…I was staring at your lips. Your beautiful lips. I was wondering what it would feel like to kiss you.”
A heavy silence settles upon us and his eyebrows crinkle as my words register in his mind. I can see the confusion on his face – it’s as if I’ve spoken to him in a language that he doesn’t even understand.
I haven’t gotten through to him. This file is a lost cause for me. There’s no way he’d agree to work with me now. And on top of that, I’ve just humiliated myself by admitting that I was fantasizing about kissing him.
I’m kicking myself on the inside. Way to make a professional first impression, Jasmine.
I might as well salvage what’s left of my dignity and leave the reclusive Liam Cartwright alone with his demons.
And head back to the world of uncertainty that is the rest of Cartwright Moretti Stevenson.
I turn around slowly and reach for my notepad on the chair.
But then, I feel the pressure of his large hand wrapping aggressively around my wrist. Alarmed, I spin around to face him.
Not a fraction of a second later, his strong arms circle my waist with a startling urgency and pull my soft, curvaceous body into his hard, sculpted frame. His lips bear down on mine with a bruising intensity. Stunned and breathless, I groan against his soft lips. His rough beard scrapes against my face as he tilts his head to the side, kissing me with a wild, feral passion. His tongue darts into my mouth when my lips part, gasping for air. Possessed by an indescribably intense desire, I grip the lapels of his suit jacket to keep from melting into a puddle on the floor as my eager tongue licks against his.
My every nerve ending is on fire. Sweat dampens my skin. My heart pounds in my chest. I feel his erection pressing against my stomach and it drives me absolutely wild.
His hands slide down my back to my buttocks and he lifts me off of my feet. My skirt bunches around my waist as I wrap my legs around his back. I throw my arms around his neck and grind my core shamelessly against him as he carries me to the edge of his desk where he sets me down.
He grabs a handful of my long, dark hair in his fist and thrusts his warm tongue deeper into my mouth. The force of his kiss pushes me backwards unto the desk until I lay splayed beneath his heaving body. My panties are soaked – drenched with the need to feel him deep, deep inside of me.
Sooner rather than later.
“Oh, god. I want you,” I moan, unable to control myself.
Suddenly, he jerks himself off of me and stumbles backwards as if the sound of my voice has ripped him out of a trance. His eyes are heavy with arousal, his brow damp from exertion. “What the fuck am I doing?” he mumbles to himself as he rakes a hand through his disheveled hair.
I’m sprawled off on his desk, desperate and panting for him and dazed by his abrupt change of disposition. “What’s wrong?” I rasp breathlessly.
He shoots a daggered glare in my direction. “You’re an intern. And I’m an animal. Look what I’ve done. Five minutes alone with a beautiful woman like you, and I’ve already lost all control.” He’s pacing the floor now, running his hands through his hair.
I prop myself up on my elbows and crane my neck to follow his movements. “What?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about. I’m as eager for this as he is.
He stops pacing and faces me, but keeps his eyes lowered to the floor. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ms. Santiago.” I can hear the shame in his voice.
I leap off of the table and rush over to him. “Liam – I want this,” I say firmly, my small hands reaching for his strong shoulders, willing his eyes to meet mine. When he refuses to look at me, I climb onto my toes and press my lips to his. “I want you to fuck me,” I beg playfully, “Please, Mr. Cartwright.”
He reacts fiercely to that. “That’s what this is about?” Anger flickers in his eyes as he shrinks away from me and retreats to sit on the edge of his desk. “It’s part of your plan, isn’t it? Fuck the boss’s monster-son so that you can advance your career. Is that what you’re trying to do? Because there’s no way that a gorgeous woman like you is attracted to me – I’m disfigured…and ugly.”
I’ve had it! Enough of this!
“Stop it!” I shriek. “Stop saying that! You’re fucking gorgeous and I just want you to fuck me!” Liam stares at me as I approach him, no doubt shocked by my outburst. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.” He just stares at me dumbfounded. Those cloudy, lusty, intense gray eyes staring at me. I place my hands on his shoulders and lean in close to his face. I run my tongue, slowly and leisurely, along the scarred tissue blemishing his cheek and jaw. I feel his erection grow against my stomach as his eyes flutter shut and his breathing deepens.
My tongue trails down his neck, lapping at the salty flesh and goose bumps rise along his skin. I feel my nipples tighten and my breasts grow heavy as I witness his arousal. I yank off his tie and push his jacket off of his shoulders. My fingers work to undo the buttons of his shirt and he lets me. I stare in awe at his beautiful, chiseled chest and stomach as his shirt slips off of his body. His muscular arms are adorned with patriotic tattoos that make him even more irresistible to me.
I flick my tongue across his nipples and he moans my name in response. I smile softly to myself as I watch his inhibitions melt under my touch. I unbutton his pants as I continue to kiss and lick his torso and he writhes, barely able to control himself. His pants and underwear slide to the floor and his long, thick, rock-solid cock bobs in his lap. I lick my lips, painfully aware of how badly I want it in my mouth.
“I’m gonna suck it,” I announce quietly, sinking to my knees in front of him.
He looks down at me, his eyes wide and betraying his eagerness. “I want that,” he whimpers softly as he grasps his heavy cock in his hand. I sigh hungrily at the sight of his long fingers stroking up and down his long shaft. He responds by rubbing the wide head against my bottom lip. My eyes roll back into my head and a guttural noise escapes my throat when I swipe my tongue across my mouth and taste the tang of his precum.
I greedily reach forward and yank his cock towards me. I waste no time wrapping my lips around the warm, rigid column. His fingers curl around the lip of the desk behind him as he struggles to keep his cool. My head bobs back and forth as I devour his dick shamelessly. His hands thread into my hair and he guides the back of my head over his cock, shoving it deep into my mouth. The rougher he tugs on my roots, the more pleasure I feel. Gagging on his dick only excites me further.
I can’t help but glide my hand up under the hem of my skirt and shove my lace thong to the side. I moan and rub my fingers furiously against my throbbing, aching clit, as the need for release builds in me. The harder I rub myself, the more desperately I suck on Liam’s pulsing cock. My lips tighten around him and I suck long and hard, pulling loud, raw sounds from the depths of
him.
“Ohgod, Jasmine. I’m coming. I’m coming,” he pants just as his body tenses all over and his face pinches with strain. I rub myself frantically searching for release. He thrusts against my lips as he pumps his virile juices into my mouth. I explode fiercely, orgasmic relief seizing me, as his cum shoots down my throat.
Breathless, he sags against his desk as I fall back onto my heels, reaching for a chair to give me support. His face is flushed, his eyes hazy.
It takes him a moment to compose himself. When he does, he reaches for me, shame once again covering his expression. “I was rough with you,” he says tenderly. “I’m sorry I got carried away.”
I’m still struggling to regain my bearings. “But I liked it,” I say softly, hoping to reassure him.
“You’re beautiful and sexy. You deserve so much better than this.” He helps me to my feet.
I step closer to him and look deep into those cloudy eyes. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to.”
He watches me, probably trying to evaluate whether there’s truth in my words. “I feel like I’ve dreamed you in to life,” he growls in a sensual voice before wrapping his arms around me and pulling my lips into another luscious kiss.
I feel so much with his lips on mine. I just want to give my body to him completely.
My eyes flutter shut when he scoops me up in his arms and carries me across the room, his lips never leaving me. I hear the sound of a door creak open and then I feel him lay me down on a bed. My eyes slide open and I find him hovering over me, leisurely unbuttoning my mint green satin blouse in the dim lighting of the small, understated bedroom. His eyes explore each inch of my café au lait skin as it is exposed to him. I’d usually be self-conscious about granting a man an unencumbered view of my extremely voluptuous body. But the nearly violent desire in Liam’s eyes has me dripping like a faucet. He removes my skirt. Then he removes my bra and panties. And I lie there, fully exposed to him. Curves and all.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commands in a tone that rumbles with desire.
So turned on, my thighs spread wide at his command without hesitation, without even considering that this man is a stranger, my boss’s son. My hand glides to my core and I massage my aching clit. I abandon myself to my primal desire, head falling to the side, moans pouring out of my mouth.
“Oh, Jasmine. You’re trying to kill me,” Liam growls as he removes my three inch black pumps and tosses them to the floor. He picks up my left foot and massages the sole as he watches me pleasure myself, erotic sounds flowing out of his throat. When he slips my big toe between his plush lips, I lose my mind. Screaming and thrashing about on the bed, I climax hard and fast.
A soft and sensual chuckle escapes Liam’s lips as he stands at the foot of the bed, licking each of my toes in turn, driving me wild. Although my body is so sensitive that the gentle suction of his mouth against my foot literally hurts, I don’t tell him to stop. I know he can bring me to ecstasy again and again tonight and I want that. I really, really want that.
“I’m gonna make you come again, Jasmine. I’m gonna make you come all over my mouth. All over my beard.”
I groan at the threat. “Please, Liam. Yes.”
His kisses move to my ankles and then to my calves. The contrast between his soft lips and his prickling beard is an aphrodisiac. He lifts my leg and flicks his tongue against the alarmingly sensitive spot behind my knees and I writhe on the bed. He kisses up my thigh, inch by inch until his beard grates at the curve of my buttocks. “What a beautiful ass. A beautiful body,” he moans.
And then, he’s right there, with his face hovering above my valley. He takes my weary but relentless fingers from my core and brings them to his lips. His eyes close as he savors them, one by one.
“Jasmine, you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid my hands on,” he growls.
Then, his tongue is swiping along my glistening slit, greedily and unabashedly. From the sensitive pucker of my anus all the way to the throbbing bud of my clit. Over and over and over.
“Liam!” I’m crying; actual tears are streaming down my face. I need to come. So bad. “Liam! Make me come!” I groan.
“Be patient, beautiful. Be patient.” He returns his full focus to devouring me. The contradictory sensations of his rough beard bruising my sensitive thighs while his soft tongue strokes my heated core is infuriatingly erotic. My entire body strains towards his mouth, desperate for release. Meanwhile, he eats me unhurriedly, like he has all the time in the world.
But me? I can’t take anymore of the teasing. I slide my fingers into his hair and apply pressure, holding his head in place. “Make me come,” I whine.
His lips clamp down on my clit and waves of pleasure roll through the throbbing bundle of nerves. Right then, he slides two fingers into my slobbering channel and literally pulls an earth-rocking orgasm from the depths of me. A long, frantic wail of relief pours out of my mouth as the climax wracks my weakened body. But Liam’s licks and sucks don’t let up, not till I’m pushing his face away and begging him to stop.
He eases to his knees and now he’s hovering above. A dark satisfaction glows in his eyes. “Be careful what you wish for, Jasmine,” he murmurs in a threatening tone, “because I’ll give it to you…every time.” All I can do is whimper in response.
Liam slithers up the bed until he’s lying right next to me. I look into his beautiful face, still panting and fighting to catch my breath.
“You’re a beauty, Jasmine,” he says, his finger tracing a fiery path around my engorged nipple. I want to protest – to tell him that I’m too thick and curvy to be beautiful, to tell him that my jeans never fit right and that I haven’t worn a bikini in three years, to tell him that I’m anything but beautiful – but I’m too breathless and flushed to object. “You have the most gorgeous brown eyes and your skin is like velvet and it tastes…it tastes like heaven…And this body, this ripe, luscious body…when you walked into my office earlier, I almost fell to my knees.”
I moan hearing him express the way he sees me. It’s not the way I see myself.
It’s ironic – when I look at him, I see masculinity embodied – tall, strong, rugged and handsome, but he sees himself as disfigured. And when he looks at me, he sees something beautiful, but the mirror only shows me my flaws.
Maybe, Liam and I can learn from each other.
The thought overwhelms me. Right now, all I want is to finally feel his gorgeous cock inside of me, stretching me beyond the limits I’ve imposed upon myself. “I need you to fuck me,” I whisper against his cheek.
Liam is eager as he shifts until his body is hovering over mine. I reach up and touch his beard, coaxing his face closer to me. He kisses me with fiery urgency. “Dammit. You’re so wet,” he groans as his fingers glide a leisurely trail across my folds.
My head falls to the side and I moan, squeezing my eyes shut to temper the sensations coursing through me. Everything else in the room has faded away. All that matters is his body on mine.
He breaks the kiss momentarily to pull a condom from the bedside drawer and slide it over his rigid cock. I spread my legs apart, inviting him to sink deep inside. I moan softly as the head of his cock nudges at my entrance. Unbearably excited, I arch my back off the mattress and he glides into me, balls deep, in one smooth motion.
“Ohgod.” He feels even better than I expected. He fills me completely, stretching me just right.
He grunts deeply as he pumps into me again and again. He’s hitting my sweet spot with each stroke and I writhe uncontrollably. I thrust my hips forward to meet his every pump and I’m rewarded with a jolt of pleasure each time our bodies collide.
“Jasmine.” The way he says my name. Oh. I could listen to him moan my name again and again all night. “Tell me you like it, Jasmine. Tell me you need it,” he demands, disoriented by the pleasure that his body is taking from mine.
“I like it, Liam. I love it. Don’t stop.”
He slips one hand a
round my waist, lifting me slightly off the bed and he strokes harder and faster. I scream his name. My body tenses and pure ecstasy invades all my senses. The orgasm rattles me to the depths of my being.
“Shit – I’m…I’m coming,” Liam pants as he pumps into me erratically, grasping desperately at the fringes of his climax, forcing it to last as long as possible. He soon discovers that it’s a losing battle and he gives in to the pleasure, climaxing with a low, deep growl.
He collapses onto the bed next to me. “That was so perfect,” I mutter into the dampened crux of his neck.
He rolls over and pulls me into his body. “You’re perfect, Jasmine. You’re perfect.”
I don’t believe him, but his words still sound like music to my ears. I sigh, content, pressing my face into his chest. He caresses my skin with his fingertips. It feels so good. So natural. Why can’t I have this everyday? The easy rhythm of his heartbeat lulls me into a light sleep.
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