Powerless (Power Series Book 1)

by Lauren Cooper

  Looking at his feet for a brief moment before returning to look up at me through thick, dark lashes.

  “He’s an awful Man, Amelia. My sister was beaten badly, and it took years of counselors and psychologists to get her even a fraction better”

  Vivid recollection hits me then, didn’t he say that he had a nephew? Oh, this just gets worse.

  “You said…you said you have a nephew” I barley whisper.

  “I do. But he wasn’t conceived then”

  “Oh, thank god!”

  “I know. Jessica is happily married now. Of course, she still suffers but James is a great guy” he says so with a fond smile on his face.

  “I’m glad” I return the gesture. Genuinely happy that his sister is somehow okay.

  “My sister refuses to have anything to do with him, but I don’t blame her” he says quietly before adding, “Maybe you can meet them one day”

  Butterflies suddenly invade my system, fluttering around all my nerves making the hairs on my arms and neck stand on edge. The thought of meeting his family makes me happy, the fact that he wants me to meet them, makes me even happier.

  Smiling back at him “Yeah, maybe” I wonder if the photo Becca pulled up on her phone was before or after the kidnapping. She looked genuinely happy, but I decide against asking Liam.

  Checking his Silver Rolex, Liam groans quietly.

  “I have to get back. I’ll call you later?”

  “Okay” I stand with him, but he turns before opening the door.

  “I haven’t forgotten our agreement”

  I give him a puzzled look, I can’t remember what we agreed to after that intense conversation. My muscles are still slightly bunched. Then I get the same lightbulb moment, and Liam smirks at me.

  “Get out” I laugh at him while pointing to the door.

  “A deal is a deal. And I’m definitely cashing this one in”

  “You’re a pig” I scold.

  “You’re beautiful” his velvety voice crashes over me in waves of pure bliss. He has a special ability with words, turning me into putty in his hands. Stepping towards me slightly before bringing his hand up to caress my face. Leaning into his hand comes naturally, his palm cups my cheek lightly, as his thumb runs across my thick bottom lip. Our breathing is the only sound in the room, our breaths close enough to mix as one. I suddenly wish I’d brushed my teeth after our lunch, but all thoughts of minty toothpaste evaporate as his lips crash against mine.

  Moving his hand from my face to my hair, he tugs me even closer. Enclosing me in his embrace as his other hand goes to my hip. I kiss him back, his soft lips parting just slightly to allow our tongues to touch. Groaning I open mine even more, welcoming him further into me. A knocking at the door startles both of us and I realise I had totally forgotten that we are in my office. Yep, that no fondling rule is going to have to go.

  Resting his forehead against mine, he gently kisses the tip of my nose before pulling back.

  “I can’t see you tonight, I have a client meeting. But I’ll call when I’m done”

  “Okay, speak to you later” I smile, dreamily up at him before he turns and heads for the door.

  I smooth my hair down as best as I can before gingerly running my fingers across my lips, wishing he was still on them.

  Becca is on the other side of the door, looking at us both eagerly as if we’re going to spill some sordid secret with her.

  “Sorry, did I interrupt?”

  “No”

  “Yes”

  Liam and I say simultaneously. Glancing over his shoulder he winks at me before ushering Becca inside, so he can pass.

  “Don’t forget out deal” he shouts over his shoulder before he disappears with a smile. With no time to respond, I stand there like some love-struck idiot granting Becca every damn piece of ammo she needs against me.

  Crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot impatiently on my marble floor, she waits for me to explain.

  “What?”

  “What the hell was that?!” she gawks.

  “Nothing. Did you want something?”

  “That was not Nothing! You will tell me!”

  “I’m just enjoying this okay, I don’t know what it is, I’ll tell you when I’m ready” I say as sincerely as possible. Knowing that my saying I’m not ready will win her over. I am ready. I just don’t know what Liam and I are yet. And I don’t want to jinx it. Karma already hates me.

  Shoulders sagging in defeat, her forest green eyes eye me wearily.

  “Fine. You are so in trouble. I wanted to tell you you’re back in court tomorrow” she gives me a sarcastic smile, knowing damn well I want to be anywhere but in the court room.

  “Ugh. Thanks”

  Without another word, but a small smile Becca turns and leaves.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Igot stuck into paperwork for the rest of the day, without any interruptions from Becca and her gossip radar. I couldn’t stop thinking about Liam. Even as I pulled out ancient law cases by the book. He had left his unique scent scattered all around my office, and I could still feel his lips pressed against mine. My core clenched at the thought of having him on top of me again, and I couldn’t concentrate. By five o’clock I’d had enough and came home. I went for a run around the park, which helped immensely. I’d forgotten how therapeutic running was, and I was determined to keep up the whole running every day plan. The cold air against my flushed skin, helped clear my mind slightly. By the time I got back to my flat I was ready to chill out. I had a relaxing bath, pushed all thoughts of Liam out of my mind as best as I could and tucked up under a blanket with a book. I did think and meander with the possibility that this thing with Liam is turning into something more. I panicked slightly but then recalled how kind he has been. My damned insecurities get the better of me every time, and I worry that I could be pushing him away. I enjoy being with Liam, I love having his company, and since lunch time when he told me a little about himself I find myself wanting more. And the sex…well. That’s always a bonus, right? I never thought I wanted a relationship, well at least not right now. But what if I don’t find someone like Liam again? I didn’t expect him to call, he hadn’t yesterday when he said he would. I’m not the type of person to get hung up on the whole, he said he’d call so why hasn’t he called? So, when my phone vibrated with an incoming call around midnight I couldn’t help the giddy teenage girl inside me breaking through.

  “Hello?”

  “Amelia” His voice is airy yet heavy on the other end, sounding almost relieved that I answered him.

  “Liam”

  “I don’t think we finished our little game earlier”

  “I don’t think we did either” Our conversation had turned unintentionally serious and I don’t want this one to go in that direction. He surprises me with his first question he asks, “How did you like the thought of being over my knee?” Taking me back to the first time we met, I recall how his threat had made me uncharacteristically aroused and I can’t help but want to find out. He’s obviously in a dirty mood night, I’d give anything to actually be with him. The first time we’d had sex he’d said he was only going to be gentle that once, but he worshipped my body all night long. Eagerness blooms across my chest at the possibility of him making good on his promise.

  “I liked it” I whisper, not sure that I can make myself say the words.

  “I’d love to have you bent over in front of me Amelia. What are you doing right now?” A shiver runs through my body at the image he’s painting in my head.

  “I’m in bed, you?”

  “Me too, you have no idea what I would have given to have you tonight”

  New confidence courses through me over the phone, and I decide to play along. Picturing him naked, in his bed I realize that it’s Liam who fills me with confidence, all the while taking elements of control away from me. Slight snippets of control like holding me down or pinning my arms above me. Hope flowers across my chest for him to do
it again, and to take even more away from me.

  “Maybe I could have danced for you” I hear his breathing change on the end of the line, before he answers

  “Don’t tease me Amelia, I’ll have to make you pay the next time I see you” My skin tingles at his words, and I stifle a groan before I answer him.

  “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other soon, how will you manage in the new office?” I counter.

  “True, that won’t stop me” he argues. I can’t tell if he’s telling the truth over the phone, but I know I’m going to find out. I’ll be damned if that doesn’t turn me on.

  “Do you want me Amelia?” he asks, his voice has grown serious and deep. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I find myself doing that a lot around him, like I’m almost preparing my body to give up to him, to allow him to control my pleasure and then trust him enough to eventually give it back to me.

  “Y-Yes” I mean it in every manner of the word. I want him on me, in me, with me. Beside me. I want him anyway I can get him.

  “Are you wet for me?” my mouth drops open at his brashness, but I’m slowly getting used to his filthy mouth. I nod but then realize he can’t see me.

  “Yes” I whisper feeling my breathing and heart rate increase.

  “Take your clothes off” he demands, and it feels like he’s in the room. I do as he says, placing the phone down on the bed, switching it to speaker phone as I do and strip off my oversized t shirt I wear to bed.

  “Okay” I say, and I can practically feel him scowling through the phone.

  “Touch yourself Amelia” his voice is low, and I can hear the lust radiating off him as he speaks. I lay back on the pillows and bring my hands to my breasts. Fondling them in my palms first before toying with my nipples.

  “Are your nipples hard for me Amelia?” How does he know?

  “I know you like to play with them first. I got to know your body quite well” he reassures me, and I relax. Grinning to myself as I recall the way he touched me.

  “Yes, they are” I manage, my breath catching slightly at my arousal.

  “Tug them between your fingers, imagine your fingers are mine” he purrs, and I do. Closing my eyes, I remember what it felt like to have him touch me, tugging my nipples and nipping at them with his teeth.

  “Move one hand down Amelia, touch that pussy for me” and god I nearly moan out loud at his demands. I let my one hand travel down across my flat stomach heading for the main prize while the other still works my pebbled nipple. The first brush of my fingers across my sex makes me realize just how turned on I was. I moan out loud at the friction and I hear Liam take a deep breath.

  “Rub your clit for me Amelia, let me hear how good it feels” his voice washes over my bare skin, making it flush with anticipation, and I let my mind wander to the thoughts of him doing this. The way his fingers swirled around my sensitive nub, the way his tongue moved against me, rubbing me in figure of eights, softly at first and then harder. Another moan escapes me and I barley hear him say “Finger yourself Amelia” but I do. I slip one finger inside, letting it soak up my wetness before I insert a second. I imagine they’re his fingers, but his are so much thicker, before bringing my other hand down to circle my clit, I moan louder as my stomach muscles clench with pleasure.

  “That’s it Amelia, are you going to make yourself come for me?” he drawls, his voice deep and velvety. His commands turning me on more than I ever thought they would. I move my fingers faster, curling them upwards to that sweet spot, stretching myself out to the sound of his voice, a few more circles of my clit and I’ll be coming all over myself.

  “Y-yes” I moan outload, increasing the pace slightly again.

  “Do it Amelia, come for me” and I do. The coils inside me stop spinning, hurtling me towards the blackness and I fall apart. My breathing is heavy, and the moans escaping me are totally involuntary. My stomach muscles spasm and I can feel my sex clenching around my fingers, soaking me.

  “You sound amazing when you come” he groans over the phone. God, I wish he was here doing this with me, or for me. Suddenly embarrassed, I pull the sheets up over my body even though he can’t see me.

  “Are you hiding from me?” his voice is deep now, I wonder if he touched himself too.

  “No, I just got a little chilly” I lie, hopeful that he will believe me since he cants see my face. “Did you just play too?” I ask in a whisper, suddenly shy over what we just done.

  “No, I like giving you all of my attention” I smile, thoughts going to his hard cock getting no release. The man has more will power than I do. I can’t say that I don’t carry one of those small lipstick vibrators around just in case. You never know, a horny woman is like a hungry man – sometimes you just got to eat.

  “That was sweet of you to say”

  “Get some sleep, I want to take you to dinner, is this week good for you?”

  “That sounds lovely” I sigh, but it’s a happy sigh.

  “Good, I’ll speak to you tomorrow. Next time we do this, we’ll do a video call. Good Night Amelia”

  I gasp. Video call?

  “Good Night Liam” I say before ending the call, not wanting to dwell on the possibility of us masturbating on camera. I don’t want to be the weirdo couple that can never hang up on each other. Are we a couple? NO! But surely fuck buddies don’t take each other to dinner? Ugh! Where’s a Fuck Buddies for Dummies book when I need one? I close my eyes, tuck my head beneath the duvet, willing all silly thoughts away and go to sleep happy and sedated from my orgasm. My dreams are riddled with Liam. Us having sex, him fucking me, me fucking him. When I woke up I was in such an irritated mood, I had to relieve myself in the shower before I could concentrate on anything else. That was the first time a man had gotten under my skin so badly. I was almost certain it wouldn’t be the last time.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  The rest of the week flew by in a blur of court rooms and paperwork. The finalized paperwork for the new building landed on my desk Friday Morning, so I briefly skim over the words signing on the bottom line where Becca has assigned an X for me. My own solicitors had okay the new contract Liam had written up, and I felt confident in my decision that this was going to work. I still need the security from my mother, and I need money to achieve that. Personal bodyguards and a new high-end flat don’t come with a small price tag. The interior designers should be moving in over the next week or so to finish up our offices, and we’re on track for the new year opening. The knock at my door startles me, I’m so jumpy lately thanks to my mother’s threats and the numerous other tid-bits of information swarming my brain.

  “Yes?” I shout before Becca waltzes in with a gorgeous bunch of white roses, placed in a clear vase decorated with sliced oranges and cranberries. Very festive! Placing them so nicely on the corner of my desk, I hadn’t noticed before, but this room could do with some flowers. They match my office space so well, and they brighten my mood. But then I realize they could be a ploy tactic off my birth giver, although she’s never reached out to me at work, so I quickly reach for the card that’s tucked neatly between the petals. Becca’s eyeing me with a cocked eyebrow, her green eyes hopeful. I let out a huff of breath before peeling open the small cream envelope.

  Dinner tonight? L H

  It’s a written note, but I’ve never seen his handwriting before, so I don’t know if it’s his scribble or not. Either way, my stomach warms at the gesture, he could have just texted me or called, but he sent flowers. I don’t think anyone other than Becca has sent me flowers – oh no, wait. That jerk off I was dating a few years ago, bought me a cheap supermarket bunch and then told me I could repay him with car. Those flowers went in the bin just as quickly as I threw him out. I let a small smile creep up my face, and Becca snatches the note from my fingers before I even have a chance to say otherwise.

  “Oh my god! Please tell me you’re going” her bottom lip protrudes in a mock pouty face, her green eyes pleading with me.

  �
��I guess, I’m slightly confused though” my brow furrows. I know I should stop doing that. The woman who usually gives us facials at the spa tells me it will bring on premature wrinkles.

  “Why? What’s confusing? He obviously likes you, you’ve already slept with him. What’s the biggie?”

  “That’s the thing, this is kinda serious, isn’t it? I take the note back from Becca before going to sit on the sofa.

  “I’m assuming this is Liam?” she says before coming to sit opposite me.

  “Yes, it is” I huff it out, but I don’t know why. I’m not irritated with him, he’s being nice. But do I really want to start this? I don’t know what his end game is, and I hate it when my thoughts and feelings have a mind of their own and go to war with each other. I’ll be the one to get hurt at the end of it. I might put on a brave face most of the time, but I hurt too. I tell Becca about our whole night and what we said to each other, and how he called me his. I know I need an outsider take on this. I’ll only fuck myself over thinking it around and around. After a lengthy pause she rests her elbows on her knees and looks me dead in the eyes before speaking.

  “Okay, well as far as I see it, this is all new and exciting. You’ve been seeing each other often, and you’ve had sodding phone sex! Honestly, I say go with it, and bloody enjoy it! If it gets too serious and it’s not what you’re looking for, then you just tell him. Do you like him being that in control in bed?” she says matter of fact. I roll my lips together, hiding the smug smile I have coming on. “You dirty little minx!” she smacks my knee playfully, when my phone chimes signaling a text. I grab it before returning to my desk.

  “It’s Liam”

  “And?”

  “He asked if I got his gift”

  “Seriously, I think you’re overthinking this. He’s asked you to dinner, he’s not proposing” That earns her a stifled laugh. But she’s right. I think this is the first guy to genuinely pay me any attention that isn’t him begging me to buy him a car.