We sat in the thick of it. No words, no music, no armour. Just breath, shared and uneven. For once, neither of us needed to speak to understand.
I leaned in and kissed him, the scent of him, freshly showered, clean and warm, wrapping around me like a second skin. His lips, soft and familiar, pressed against mine, and what started as something tender and reassuring quickly deepened. The kiss turned greedy, hungry, full of the longing I’d been holding back for days. He felt it too. I knew it in the way his grip tightened, the way he leaned into me like he couldn’t get close enough.
When he finally pulled back, just enough to breathe, a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, teasing, irresistible.
“What were your plans this morning, before all this horrible nonsense interrupted us?” he asked, voice low, warm, laced with amusement.
I raised an eyebrow, matching his smirk.
“Why? You looking for a distraction?”
“God, yes,” he breathed, the honesty of it sending a shiver straight through me.
I smiled, brushing my lips over his again.
“Then let’s forget the nonsense for a while,” I murmured. “I’ve got something I want to try.”
I pulled him toward the bed, kissing him as he stepped into me, his body heat sinking into mine. He moaned into my mouth, hands sliding to my waist as I worked open the buttons of his shirt.
He made quick work of my blazer and crop top, tossing them aside with zero ceremony, like they were just obstacles in the way of what he really wanted—me.
His lips barely left mine as he murmured, “Tell me your plans?”
I chuckled, pressing my body flush against his. Letting him feel all of me against all of him. 
“I want you to give me a pearl necklace.”
Liam broke the kiss abruptly, groaning deeply and dropping to his knees in front of me, like might devour me right then and there. He gripped my hips and buried his face between my legs.  
My smirk grew wider. A thrill shot threw me, laced with a white-hot, searing pleasure, as my core melted. 
“I fucking love you, Emma Hartgrave,” he mumbled against me.
I laughed, threading my fingers through his hair. “Wow! I should let you have free reign on my cleavage more often if this is the reaction I get.”
“Absolute worship. Yes,” He said as he lifted me in one fluid motion, letting my body slide against his until we were face to face, his breath hot, his pupils blown wide with pure hunger.
Then he kissed me, hard, deep, before tossing me onto the bed like I weighed nothing.
I gasped in surprise, “Liam!” 
He grinned like a goddamn wolf, hungry and wanting. 
“Babe,” I panted, arching beneath him. “You’ve gone feral, haven’t you?”
He smirked against my skin. “Yes. You brought this on yourself, love.” 
He made very quick work of my jeans and panties. Then shucked off his pants and briefs in one swift motion, eyes locked on mine as he crawled back over me, every inch of his body screaming intent. 
“Emma,” Liam groaned through clenched teeth. 
I shivered at the heat in his voice as he pressed me back into the pillows, his body settling over mine. 
His mouth was on me again, trailing fire down my neck, over my collarbone, until he reached my breasts. His lips wrapped around one, sucking, teasing with his tongue, while his hand kneaded the other, fingers rolling and pinching in perfect rhythm.
I moaned, arching into him, pleasure rolling through me. A slow, delicious burn.
Liam let out a low, sinful chuckle, his breath hot against my skin. 
He rose onto his knees, his gorgeous body on full display, naked, hard, fisting his cock over me. His grip was firm, slow strokes. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and started working it over his thick length, pre-cum beading at the tip.
God, I wanted him in my mouth. Wanted to feel him inside me, stretching me. It took every ounce of restraint not to push him back onto the bed and take him between my lips until he was moaning my name, or to straddle him and ride him hard, taking him deep until we were both utterly and truly wrecked.
Instead, I positioned myself, pressing my breasts together, anticipation thrumming through me. I was ready. Ready to watch him come undone over top of me. Ready to see the pure, unfiltered pleasure take over his face as he unravelled above me.
But first, a little fun. A little teasing.
I smirked wickedly. “Now be a good boy and give me a pearl necklace, Teller.”
Liam practically lost it right then and there, groaning, a sound that bordered on a desperate plea for mercy. His control was already fraying, and I had every intention of pulling him apart completely.
“Emma, you are diabolical.” His voice was thick, wrecked. “I absolutely cannot get enough of you. Of what you do to me.” 
He groaned, his body tense, eyes burning with need.
I arched a brow. A challenge. A dare.
“Then do as you’re told,” I purred, voice dripping with authority. “Use me, big boy.”
“You are pushing your luck, again, Trouble.” 
He said as his jaw clenched, his grip tightened and he lined up, then let out a strangled moan as he slid his cock between my breasts as I held them together, tight.
The friction. The heat. 
I squeezed my chest tighter around him, barely leaving room for anything, never mind his thick, generous length. Liam groaned, rolling his hips, thrusting in and out of my cleavage, his body flexing, muscles tensing with every stroke. His breath hitched, a string of curses tumbling from his lips.
I looked up at him, utterly mesmerized.
Watching him move, watching him fall apart over me? It was intoxicating.
“That’s it, baby.” 
“Fuck, Emma.” His voice was hoarse, breath ragged. “This feels so fucking unreal.” 
He picked up the pace, his thrusts getting more desperate, more reckless.
I smirked, voice dripping with encouragement. “That’s it. Good man, baby.” 
“God, your tits are so fucking perfect. You are so fucking perfect.”
“Show me how much you mean that and come for me, love.”
His groan was downright guttural, hips bucking harder.
I caught the head of his cock in my mouth on the next pass, sucking, hard, teasing, relentless.
Liam’s whole body jerked.
“Oh my fucking God, Emma.” His breath shattered. “You are so incredible. I fucking love you.”
“I love you too, my big, strong man, with your big, perfect cock.” 
“Uuuuhhhh fuuuuuck.”
His eyes nearly rolled back, his grip on my shoulders tightening, almost punishing. His slick cock slid between my breasts, moving faster, his breath shattering into ragged gasps.
“You have no idea what you do to me, love. How feral you make me.”
I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock again, sucking and pulling. “Come for me, baby.”
That was all it took.
His thrusts became desperate, relentless, his body wound impossibly tight.
God, I loved doing this to him. For him.
“Liam,” I breathed, voice thick with need. “Come. Come all over me.”
A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat, raw, wrecked, his entire body locking up as he came hard, spilling hot and thick across my chest, my neck. Some even landed in my hair, not that he meant to.
He groaned, collapsing beside me, chest heaving, completely spent.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.
Then...
“Bloody fucking hell,” he finally muttered, voice hoarse, almost disbelieving. “That was so unbelievably hot.”
I chuckled, still slick and thoroughly satisfied with my work.
“You’re such a boob guy.” I smirked, wiping a stray drop from my collarbone.
Liam huffed a breathless laugh. “I’m not.” He shook his head, exasperated. “I assure you… not to this degree. This is exceptional even for me.”
I arched a brow.
He exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair. “I’m a 'your boobs' guy. And I’m not even going to deny it. Yours are fucking amazing. I am slightly obsessed.”
I laughed, stretching lazily, revelling in the warmth of him beside me. “They are pretty nice.”
Liam just lay there, still looking at me like he wasn’t quite sure how he was still breathing.
Then, with an easy, sated grin, he grabbed some tissues and began helping me clean up, slow, deliberate, taking his time.
His hands lingered.
A little too long.
“Liam.”
He glanced up at me, all faux innocence. “Yes, darling?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not even trying to pretend you’re cleaning me up, are you?”
“Not even a little bit.” His grin widened as he gave my breasts a slow, appreciative squeeze.
I rolled my eyes, laughing, pushing his hands away. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I am. But you love it.”
Then, his smirk turned lazy, devastating. His fingers trailed lower, over my stomach, grazing the top of my thighs.
“Well, love,” he murmured, voice thick with promise. “It’s your turn now.”
A shiver ran through me.
“That was amazing, but fairly one-sided.” His gaze flickered dark, dangerous, a slow, wicked smirk curling at his lips. “What’ll it be, my gorgeous, wanton sex goddess?”
I arched a brow. “Oh, I get to choose?”
Liam grinned, leaning in, brushing his lips over mine. “You do.”
His fingers inched lower.
“But I already know what the answer’s going to be.”
I smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, Teller… I don’t think you do.”
Liam’s grin widened, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Hartgrave.”
“And yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
His eyes darkened, his fingers slipping inside me, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against my lips.
“No.” His voice was rough, low, devastating.
“No, I wouldn’t.”