The abs I’d felt through his shirt on the dance floor were exposed one by one. He untucked the bottom of the shirt and slid it off his powerful shoulders.
“Better?” he asked with a raised eyebrow after the garment hit the floor.
I licked my lips, taking a moment to appreciate the gorgeous body in front of me. “I’d say so. Although, come to think of it, those pants aren’t doing you any favors, either. I’m sure they’d look better on the floor.”
“Oh? I am so lucky to have found an expert on menswear to steer me right after making a fool of myself for so long.”
“That’s right. So lucky. You should go ahead and take those off.”
I’d felt Liam’s package on the dance floor, and the thought of seeing it made my mouth water.
He slowly undid his belt, teasing my eager eyes as he played with the buckle. Once it was undone, he pulled it out of his belt loops in one smooth motion. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Keep going,” I said. My voice nearly cracked. Having this incredible specimen of man stripping for me drove me crazy with lust, and I had to press my legs together to give some satisfaction for the throbbing down below.
Liam undid the button at the top of his pants and lowered the zipper, staring at me with intense eyes the entire time. The gray fabric slid down his strong thighs, revealing a pair of tight black boxer briefs. He took off his socks at the same time as he pulled his feet out of the legs of his pants, leaving him standing with only a small piece of fabric covering the part of him I was most interested in.
“Satisfied?” he asked. His tone was teasing and light. He knew what I wanted.
He could have been an underwear model with the way he carried himself and the perfection of his body. The bulge was even more impressive than I’d expected.
“Almost there. There’s just that one more thing. It’s hideous. It’s got to go.”
Liam crossed his arms, the movement flexing his chest and shoulders and nearly making me swoon. “I’m doing most of the work, here. If you think it’s that bad, maybe you should remove it.”
Despite how sexually charged our night had been to this point, Liam’s request made everything much more real. This would happen.
I didn’t respond, instead walking up to him and putting my arms around his neck to bring his lips to mine. We kissed hungrily, with none of the tenderness from earlier. My hands slid down to first grip his shoulders, then trace their way along his chest and abs. As good as he’d felt through his shirt, he felt infinitely better underneath.
Now at his waistband, I hesitated. It had been a while since the last man I’d been with, and nervousness showed itself.
I took it a step at a time. First, I slid my hands over top of his underwear, brushing along his thighs and along the edges of his package, and his low groan urged me on.
Once my hands found his cock, his reaction gave me the confidence I needed. It hardened rapidly in my hand, the thin material of the boxer briefs barely a barrier. His response emboldened me, and I hooked my fingers into his waistband and tugged it down, freeing his manhood from the cloth prison.
I broke the kiss to look. Liam was packing serious heat. I couldn't help myself. The warm flesh filled my hands.
“You’re so hard,” I said, looking up at him in wonder.
He groaned. “Of course I am when you do that.”
We kissed again, fiercer. I stroked him as he found the release for my bra, exposing my breasts to his caresses.
“I need to see you,” he said.
“Huh?” My mind was foggy with desire and the sensations flooding through me.
Liam scooped me up, his powerful hands under my ass. My legs automatically wrapped around him, which sandwiched his cock between our bodies, the hard length rubbing against my clit through my panties and making me gasp.
He carried me through the apartment, leaving behind our scattered clothes. I kissed his chest and held onto his shoulders until he set me down on a bed.
A gentle hand on my shoulder pushed me back until I lay horizontally. Liam’s hot breath on my neck trailed down to my breasts. A long lick around my areola made me run my fingers through his hair.
His tongue found my nipple next, and I gasped and squeezed my thighs together as a burst of heat shot through my body. He switched to the other nipple next, coaxing a similar reaction from my overheating body.
“Liam, that feels amazing,” I said, wanting him to keep doing what he was doing. He obliged, using his teeth to run a sharp edge against the sensitive skin, the sharp contrast provoking a gasp.
After a few minutes, his mouth fell lower, trailing kisses and licks across my abdomen in pursuit of his goal.
Finally, he settled himself in between my legs, and I spread open for him. My panties stood between him and his target, but he was satisfied to leave them, teasing me by licking around the edges, driving me crazy by not touching me where I needed him to.
“Please, Liam, I need to feel you.”
I could sense his smile as he kissed over top of my panties, pressing the fabric into my needy womanhood. I moaned in relief as I finally got the attention I desired, but it wasn’t enough.
Unable to stand the teasing any longer, I took matters into my own hands and reached down to slide off my underwear. All self-conscious thought deserted me, and all I wanted was his skilled tongue directly on my flesh.
“You’re beautiful,” Liam said.
The compliment was unexpected, and coupled with the way he enthusiastically tasted my pussy afterward, I was in heaven.
“Fuck, yes, Liam. That feels so good.”
He took his time, enjoying me as though I were an expensive steak dinner, exploring every part of me, reading my body to see what made me moan more than anything else.
I thrashed on the bed as he gave me what I wanted, driving me higher in my lust and bringing me to the edge of delirium.
“Come for me, Addison.”
Liam stopped only long enough to say the words, and they pushed me over the edge. The way his English accent lingered over my name was hot as hell, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“I will, Liam. Keep doing that. Oh, God, I’m coming!”
I lost control of my body, hips bucking as the master between my legs brought me to my peak. Time ceased to have any meaning. All that mattered was the man who created such amazing sensations.
When I came back to my senses, I used my hands on Liam’s shoulders to pull him back up the bed.
“That was so good,” I said. “Now I have to return the favor.”
4
~ Liam ~
Addison gave me a push until I rolled onto my back.
“You were even better than I imagined. I’ll have to pull out all my tricks to make things even.”
“It’s not a competition,” I said. “I love the way you taste. But I won’t stop you if you want to go all out.”
She straddled me and leaned down for a kiss, her luxurious red tresses falling in a curtain around us. “I can taste myself on your lips.”
“I would hope so.”
Addison settled into my lap, pressing herself against me and rubbing her pussy along the length of my cock. It was so slick and smooth against me—such an amazing feeling. I couldn’t help but groan.
“I like when you make that sound,” she said. “Let’s see if I can coax some more out of you.”
She slipped down my body, trailing a rich carpet of red hair along my torso.
Hot breath surrounded my manhood, making it jump from the nearness of her lips. She looked up and smiled before kissing the side of the shaft.
Her lips were impossibly soft on my skin but created such an intense sensation. When her tongue joined the effort, my eyes rolled back into my head.
Addison took her time, bathing my cock with attention. She licked up to the head and circled it before sinking back down all the way to the base. The second time she made it to the top, she wrapped a hand around my shaf
t to lift it and engulfed the head in her hot mouth.
“Damn, Addison. That feels so fucking good.”
She moaned in agreement, and I looked to find her other hand between her thighs.
“That’s so sexy, watching you play with yourself while you suck me.”
Her enthusiasm made the experience an order of magnitude hotter than it would have been, and I rewarded her with the groans she’d told me she liked to hear.
The way she rotated her hand while bobbing on my cock brought pleasure so intense that it bordered on the painful, and it wasn’t long before she’d teased the beginnings of an orgasm from my willing body.
The only problem was that there was still a lot I wanted to do to her before I came.
“Come here,” I told Addison.
She popped the head of my cock from her mouth and smiled. “Are you looking for more?”
I nodded and returned the smile. “That was amazing, but I don’t want to come yet.”
“Good,” she said. “I want to feel you inside me.”
She crawled up my body like a tigress hunting her prey, finding that sweet spot as she straddled my waist once more. Her breasts pressed against my chest as I pulled her on top of me so I could reclaim her mouth.
I used my hands on her hips to hold her in place as I thrust my cock against her, her pussy on top of my shaft and my head teasing her clit. She gasped into my mouth as we moved together, a more intimate dance than the one we’d shared earlier in the night.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, her eyelids heavy with lust as she focused on the sweet friction between us.
I reached for my bedside table and fetched a wrapper from inside, handing it to her.
She separated long enough to rip the condom free and slide it down my shaft. Rising on her knees to her full height, she put the head of my cock against her entrance.
No more words were necessary as we stared into each other’s eyes. Addison bit her lip as she sank, letting my flesh spread her open as my cock entered her.
“Oh, God,” she said in a moan as her hips touched my own.
She sat like that for a couple of minutes, shifting her hips to get used to my size inside her, her hands on my chest to support her upper body.
“You feel so good,” I said. She moaned agreement and started to ride, bouncing up on her knees before sinking back as far as she could go.
Her lithe body was on display in front of me, and I took full advantage. Her breasts, the perfect size for her body, bounced enticingly in the dim light as she rode, an entrancing sight.
“Come here,” I said, collecting her in my arms. I rolled, bringing her to the bed and lifting myself on top of her.
From this position, I could take control, withdrawing almost all the way and holding there, teasing her with the pause in rhythm.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, her hands pulling at my hips until I obliged.
I built a steady pace, each thrust pushing as deeply as I could go, rotating my hips to hit the perfect spot inside of her.
“Oh, Liam, right there,” Addison said, her breathing growing harsh as I sped my pace.
I took her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply as she crested her climax. The tightness of her pussy grew too much to bear, and it pushed me over the edge alongside her. I pressed deep one last time and held there as we both shook and moaned and experienced the explosive pleasure of our coupling.
“Wow,” Addison said, her eyes wide. “I could feel you coming inside of me. It felt so good.”
I chuckled. “I could feel you, too. That’s what did me in.”
“I’m glad you did. I don’t know if I would have been able to keep going after that.”
She put a hand on my neck and kissed me—a slow, languid kiss as we basked in the afterglow from our exertions.
5
~ Addison ~
Blinding light woke me, turning the insides of my eyelids a deep red color.
What the hell is going on?
I fought to shield my eyes and rolled away from the light. Once free, I saw that a beam of sunlight shone through a skylight in the bedroom and lit a small patch of bed where my head had been.
And right beside where I’d been lying was a piece of paper.
Good morning, Addison. I have business to attend to, but you looked like you could use the sleep. Feel free to make yourself at home. I’ll be back later. Liam.
The events of the night before came back in a series of waves—the failed meet at the pub, going out with Liam, the intense sex.
I can’t believe I slept with a guy I’d just met.
It was difficult to regret it—it had been sensational. But there was no way I would hang around and wait for him to come back. Just because we’d had a great night didn’t mean it had to turn into something more.
In fact, a one-night romance appealed to me. It would be a perfect memory of my time in London, unsullied by the realities of the morning after.
I searched for my clothes, finding last night’s dress and underwear folded on a chair. My purse sat beside them, and it looked like all my things were still there.
Not like someone who lives in a place like this would need to steal from me. Actually, I can’t believe he trusted me enough to leave me alone in his apartment. I bet there are millions of dollars’ worth of stuff here.
Once again, I wondered what Liam did to afford such a nice place in one of the most expensive cities in the world. His name had sounded so familiar.
I spent a few minutes in the bathroom dragging my fingers through my hair. The bright red locks looked the epitome of sex hair—all bunched up and piled in a gigantic crow’s nest. I couldn’t go out in public until I’d tamed it at least a bit.
Although I’d been too wrapped up in Liam to notice much on the way in, it wasn’t difficult to find my way to the elevator and the lobby below.
“Good morning, ma’am.” The man behind the concierge desk greeted me.
“Oh. Hi,” I said, unsure whether I should say anything else. Eager to avoid any awkward conversation, I sped out of the lobby and into the brilliant sunlight.
Now, where am I?
We hadn’t walked far last night, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to find my way back to the hotel. My phone was dead, so I spent a couple of minutes looking for an intersection in case I recognized one of the street names.
I passed a few people on the sidewalk. A woman in a tight pair of jeans and pretty sweater gave me a double take as she walked by. The man following did the same.
Is my hair really still that terrible?
The next intersection was Knightsbridge and Sloane. The hotel was on Knightsbridge, so I had lucked out.
Which way should I go?
A newspaper cart sat back from the corner, manned by an elderly Indian woman.
“Excuse me,” I said as I walked up to the cart. “Could you please tell me which way the Bulgari Hotel is?”
If she responded, I didn’t hear it. A bank of tabloids sat displayed across the front of the cart, and the full-page image on the front of one of the papers caught my eye.
It was me.
“What the hell?”
I snatched the paper and read the headline.
“Liam Windsor’s new girlfriend? All the details, page five.” I stared at the paper, dumbfounded. “What the hell is going on?”
“Excuse me. That is fifty pence.” The Indian lady gazed at me, disapproval radiating from her like a heater. She obviously didn’t care at all that I was on the cover of the tabloid.
“Right.” I dug in my purse for the change I’d received at the pub the day before. “Here you go.”
Able to peruse the paper in peace, I sat on a set of steps nearby and flipped to the interior article. There were a handful of smaller pictures from the night before, showing Liam and me kissing at the gallery, dancing, and holding hands on the street.
Liam Windsor appeared at the trendy LIPA gallery last night with an attractive American
redhead on his arm. The royal cousin spent the entire night with the woman before they retired to his expansive Knightsbridge apartment.
“Royal cousin?” I stared at the words for a minute before it clicked. That’s where I’d heard the name. The House of Windsor was Britain’s royal family.
It was surreal, seeing pictures of myself in the paper as though I were a celebrity.
The pair turned heads as they checked out the art exhibits while holding hands before hitting the dance floor to get close and steamy.
“This is unbelievable.” Our entire night was there for anyone to see, as if we’d had personal photographers following us the whole time.
Some of Liam’s questions made more sense.
Do you recognize me?
The clues had been there, but I hadn’t picked up on them.
And now my face is plastered across the tabloids.
I’d avoided the spotlight my entire life. After teaming up with James to steal from criminals, there was real value in not being seen or known. The thought that thousands of people knew what I looked like was uncomfortable.
I stood up and marched back toward Liam’s building. My perfect little one-night romance was already ruined, thanks to who he was. At the least, I deserved an explanation for this.
“Ah, how do you do, ma’am?” The concierge asked when I walked into the building’s lobby.
“I’m fine. I need to get back up to Liam’s apartment.”
“I’m afraid I can’t let you in unless I have Mr. Windsor’s personal instruction.”
I stamped my foot. “He left me a note telling me to make myself at home. I just ran out for a few minutes.”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid Mr. Windsor has very explicit instructions that any women leaving his apartment after spending the night are not allowed back inside unless he says otherwise.”
“How often does this happen? You make it sound like a weekly thing.”
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