Wicked Pleasure

CHAPTER FIVE (#u872f47ce-49ad-5575-8505-d58d75d2453f)

AJ’S EYES WIDENED as he tightened his grip and spun her to face the window.

Something hot and sharp ran through her veins at the show of dominance.

“Put your hands on the glass.”

Yes.

Her breath left her on a shudder, fogging the window for a split second before it cleared.

This was exactly what she wanted. No hearts and flowers. Just fucking. Down and dirty. Simple. A mistake, maybe, but she was past caring. Her blood always ran hot during a job.

She placed her palms flat against the cool, smooth surface as instructed.

Liam stepped close, until the front of him was plastered against the back of her. He tugged her hips back, as though she wasn’t already aware of the hot, hard length of him pressing against her ass.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was a low rasp against her ear.

She wasn’t sure how she’d given herself away, how he knew this particular fantasy was one of her go-tos. All she knew was that her skin sparked with electric anticipation as she stared down at the unwitting partygoers.

“Does it turn you on to know that one of them could look up and see you pressed against the window, on display?”

The sound that escaped her throat was pure sex.

There was something about the risk of getting caught, of being seen, that made her body burn. It was the perfect combination—the pulse-pounding danger of hacking mixed up with the physical release of sex—a rush that AJ couldn’t help but chase.

“Spread your legs.”

She followed the orders, widening her stance slightly. Liam was tall, but with her heels, their bodies lined up almost perfectly. His breath caught, as though in agreement with her.

“Can you feel how badly I want you?”

AJ swallowed, unable to resist pressing her hips back against him as she nodded.

God. She was so wet, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She hated to admit it, but Liam just might have the skills to back up his reputation.

He flattened his hands against her hips, tracing the curve down her thighs until the tips of his fingers reached the hem of her dress. It was a relatively short trip, all things considered, and AJ shivered as he fisted his hands in the material and his knuckles brushed the bare skin of her legs.

“Do you want me to pull your dress up and fuck you for them?”

It was like the tech god could read her programming, no training manual required. And so far, he was doing everything right.

“Yes.” She whimpered with pleasure as he dragged the material up her thighs inch by inch, until it was bunched around her waist.

He slid his big hand between her legs, tugging her panties out of the way. AJ almost lost it at the first stroke of his thumb on her clit, hips bucking as he caressed and teased but never granted her the relief she needed more than her next breath.

“You’re soaking wet for me.”

His voice had her on the edge, and suddenly it wasn’t the party outside she was looking at, but the reflection of their bodies in the glass. His hand between her legs, the bounce of her breasts as she pressed back against him.

He did something magical with his fingers that sent sparks shooting up her spine, and she gasped, her body arching with pleasure as the world went dark. It took her a moment to realize why and another to wrest her eyelids open.

“I want you so fucking badly.” Not just dirty talk now, as their eyes met in the window. A confession.

A truth she felt even through the reflection, because she wanted him, too.

Her head fell back against his shoulder. Liam pounced on her exposed throat, and the searing heat of his tongue on her skin amped up her pleasure.

He groaned as he slid his cock between her thighs, and she rocked back, desperate for contact, spiraling closer and closer toward climax, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.

“Do it.” It was an order. A plea.

“You’re not the one in control here.”

Judging by the harsh rasp of his breathing and the instinctive rocking of his hips, neither was he, so she let it slide.

And then, thank the sex gods, he was finally inside her, and she moaned as her body stretched to accommodate his impressive erection.

Good boy.

“Fuck.” His curse said it all.

Everything in her world narrowed to this—the scent of man and sex and want, and God, did she want.

Then Liam started to move for real.

And it was spectacular.

Combustion was too tame a description for what was happening between them. He wasn’t kidding about getting burned. Their bodies fit together like they were two pieces of a whole, built to fuck. And Liam was definitely doing his part.

He rolled his hips, setting up a rhythm that had her this close to purring, and her world narrowed to between her legs. Was sex always this good? Had it been so long that she’d just forgotten? Then he slowed his pace and pushed deep, and AJ knew she’d never have forgotten anything like this.

She braced herself against the window with her forearms, pushing back against him as he drove into her, powerless against the wet heat, the buildup of pleasure, the promise of the climax to end all climaxes.

Liam Kearney had mad skills.

She wanted this man, the scrape of his teeth on her neck, the shocking wet heat of his mouth on her skin. It was animalistic, the way she craved him, how much she needed what he was doing to her. His left palm slapped against the window for purchase, right above hers, and the tip of her middle finger touched the heel of his hand. In the heat of the moment, it struck AJ as oddly intimate.

“Christ,” he growled. “Once isn’t going to be enough, baby.”

Under normal circumstances, she might have taken issue with the endearment, but she couldn’t stand the idea of him calling her Robin right now, so she’d take baby all day and all night if it meant he’d keep making her feel this way.

“Your thighs are shaking. Do you want to come for me?”

Fuck yes.

And she was close, so damn close she could taste the imminent pleasure like candy on her tongue. As if he sensed it, Liam twined the fingers of his free hand in her hair, pulling tight enough to make her gasp. He pounced on her open mouth, the rough kiss timed perfectly with the plunge of his hips, and pleasure detonated through her, stealing her breath as he drove into her again and again before he shuddered against her, joining her in sweat-slicked paradise.