Because of His Past (10 page)

Grace hung up on him, her hands shaking
as she stared at the phone as if it was the thing that had spouted all of those
horrible insults.

What was wrong with her brother?
 
Why did he insist on saying so many
hurtful, cruel opinions about how she’d failed so badly in life?

And yet, as she gathered her things and
prepared to leave the office after her first day on the job, Grace couldn’t
deny that Scott’s words had indeed hit home.

You
did see Liam again
, she
thought, as she walked out the door and then headed down the hallway, yearning
for the outside and fresh air.
 
She
felt claustrophobic in this building, and she needed relief.

But what she really needed relief from
was her mind, which wouldn’t cease its attack.

Not
only did you see Liam Houston,
but
you had sex with
him in Easton Rather’s office.
 
On Easton Rather’s desk.

Everything
Scott said is true.
 
You didn’t earn
the job and so you’re not respecting it.
 
And Liam Houston clearly doesn’t respect you either, or he wouldn’t have
put your job at risk and dragged you into Easton’s office for cheap, random
sex.

Do
you think Liam would have done that if you were some rich, country club girl
that his mother approved of? Liam’s
just having
fun.
 
He’s got nothing to lose,
while you have everything to lose.
 
You don’t have any power in this relationship, and Liam knows it.

When
he’s done, he’ll throw you to the side just like Scott warned.

Getting outside, Grace was practically
running away from the towering office building, her lungs sucking in air as she
tried to clear her mind.

She didn’t know what to think
anymore.
 
Part of her was considering
just blowing Liam off—not showing up at the hotel and going home
instead.
 
From there, she’d call her
brother and tell him that he was right, and that she was sorry for causing him
to worry about his business.

But Grace quickly shook off her panicked
thinking and realized that she was never going to reward Scott for his
insulting comments and his infantile behavior.

She took out her phone and called Liam.

“I’m coming over,” she said.
 
“I should be there in just a few
minutes.”

***

She’d been tied up again.

This time, he’d been careful, deliberate,
using cloth to tie her wrists to the bedframe and then he’d even tied her
ankles together.

More than that, he’d also blindfolded
her.

Grace was naked, having had her clothes
stripped off piece by piece, as Liam had kissed her on the giant bed in his
very own penthouse suite.

By the end of it, they’d both been
completely nude, with only the light from candles he’d lit surrounding them,
casting glare and shadows on their bare skin as they’d touched one another, gently
passionately.

Once she was totally nude, he’d gotten an
intense gleam in his eyes.
 
“I’m
going to tie you up,” he’d announced, and she’d laughed, but her nipples had
hardened and she’d gotten so, so wet between her legs.

Liam had been true to his word.
 
Within minutes, she’d been trussed like
a turkey, and now she was waiting, waiting, her breath coming in quick gasps.

“Look at your skin,” he said, his voice
nearer to her head then her feet.
 
“It’s gorgeous,” he whispered, and then she felt his tongue, licking her
stomach, and then lips, kissing her navel.

She shivered, laughing.
 
“That tickled.”

“I’m going to do a lot more than tickle
you.”
 
His mouth was on her again,
this time, he sucked her nipple for a few blessed moments, and Grace moaned.

“That feels good,” she told him.

His mouth left the one breast and then
she felt his tongue and lips on her other breast, sucking, licking, flicking,
until she cried out.
 
“I’m fucking
wet,” she sighed, feeling it drip between her legs.
 
“Oh, God, I’m so wet.”

“Let me decide how wet you are,” Liam
replied, and soon his fingers were rubbing the outside of her folds, rubbing so
insistently that her clitoris swelled and she moaned again and again.

“I think I might come.”

“Not yet, Grace.”
 
His hand withdrew.

She waited, feeling her breath move
through her stomach and chest, wondering what he’d do next.
 

All worries and cares were gone.

It was almost like she’d had her memory
erased temporarily—and it was amazing.
 
It was a drug, the best kind of drug,
she thought.
 
Liam’s hands, his
lips,
tongue,
the feel of his skin directly pressing
against her skin was like nothing she’d ever felt before.

Knowing he had total control was even
more exciting, because Grace had simply never given herself over to another
person like this.
 
She’d never even
known such a thing was possible, and yet, here she was—living it.

Suddenly, he was between her legs again,
only now it wasn’t his fingers.
 
Now, it was his mouth, and it felt hot and wet and his tongue was
amazing.
 
She couldn’t stop him or
control him—he had total say over her body and what it would do next.

Including, it seemed, if her body was
going to climax or not.

As he licked her clit furiously, she
arched her back and yelled, unable to stop the frenzy building within her.
 
“Liam,” she cried.
 
“Oh, God, Liam!”

“Don’t come,” he warned.

But then he kept licking her clit, and
she was gritting her teeth and fighting as hard as she could, until his hands
slid all the way up her thighs and spread her open, and his mouth went inside
her, his tongue lunging into her hole, burrowing, fucking her.

“I can’t stop,” she said, as the orgasm
ripped through her like a storm, and her arms flailed against the restraints
and her legs kicked, unmoving except for slight undulations.

Somehow, this actually increased the
intensity of her climax, and she found herself coming again, as Liam sucked and
licked, finishing her off with two fingers pushing deep inside her hole.

When it was over, she was left panting,
sweating, and dazed.
 
“Holy crap,”
was all she could say.

“I told you to wait,” he chastised her.

“Are you serious?”

“I’m completely serious.”

“Then maybe you should’ve stopped eating
me out,” she said, feeling heat flame in her cheeks.

“Don’t get nasty with me, Grace.”
 

“Or what?” she challenged him.
 

“Or I’m going to fuck you until you can’t
stop coming, and you finally shut that mouth of yours.”

Grace smiled.
 
“Is that seriously a threat?”

There was silence, but then she felt
pressure as he moved on the bed, and then his naked body was pressed down on
top of hers, his hands running up and down her torso, sliding along her
sweating skin.
 

His face was even pressed down on hers,
and she could feel his lips on her lips as he spoke.

“I’m going to make you come until you
can’t come anymore, Grace.”
 
She
felt his hardness on her wet slit, pressing,
the
head
of his cock pushing easily through her outer folds.

“Oh, oh,” she moaned, every muscle
tensing, it felt so amazing.
 
“Oh,
Liam.”

“Is that all you have to say now?” he
laughed wickedly, his lips teasing her lips, and then he was full on kissing
her as he penetrated her pussy with his engorged cock.

Before long, he was slowly fucking her,
and he was right—she was going to come again, so quickly that it was
almost an embarrassment.

Her heart was pounding in her ribcage,
and she was moaning, and his mouth had taken over her mouth, breathing with
her, his cock slowly penetrating, then withdrawing, penetrating
again—stimulating her within an inch of an orgasm, before slowly
withdrawing again.

She felt as though she might scream and
cry and laugh all at once.

How could he tell so precisely what her
body felt?

How did he know just what was happening?

“Shit,” she cried out, as he slammed into
her with his hips, burying his cock all the way in and then beginning to fuck
her more quickly, rhythmically, hitting her clit, sucking her tits, and she
came—the orgasm was wild and frantic.

Afterwards, she was gushing between her
legs—gushing from wanting him and being teased by him.
 
He pulled his cock out and slapped it on
her pussy, chuckling.
 
“Man, that
pussy is dripping.
 
Wow.” He slapped
the head of his cock over and over again on her pussy and she began thrashing.

“Liam,” she cried out.

“You love that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re coming again, aren’t you?
 
Aren’t you?”
 
He stuffed his cock into her again, and
she did come, as if his very words could make it happen.

He fucked her as she came again.
 
And then he slowed down, kissing her as
she tried desperately to catch her breath, tried to regain some sanity.

How many orgasms was it?

Could you die from too many of them at
once?

I
might find out
, she
thought, half in ecstasy, half in panic, as he started to move his hips in
small, perfect semi-circles, his hips pressing into her just so, his cock
penetrating just that right amount, his thumb working her clit as he continue
screwing her just the way she needed it, wanted it, had to have it.

And she climaxed yet again, and this
time, it was truly an unstoppable force.
 
She was hoarse from crying out so loudly, and now she could feel his
excitement, which made her come that much harder.

“Oh God, Grace, you’re wet,” he muttered,
and then he told her he was coming—and he fucked her and came inside her,
slamming his pelvis into hers until she was smiling with the joy of it, with
the sheer reckless abandon of the two of them together.

When Liam was done, he rolled off and
then quickly untied her wrists, ankles, and took off her blindfold.

They were naked on the bed, with these
long pieces of cloth tied to the bedframe and candles burning, and she looked
at him and he looked at her—and they both started laughing.

It was easy laughter, and Grace thought
that it was right.

This, she thought, was more than
right.
 
It felt better than good.

“That was…something,” she said, unable to
find the words.

“Come here,” he told her, lying up at the
top of the bed and motioning for her to lie in his arms.

She did so, gladly curling her body up
into the crook of his arm, resting her head on his muscular, sweaty chest, as
he stroked her hair and ran his fingers up and down her shoulder and arm,
causing her to get goose bumps.

Grace shivered.
 
“This feels amazing.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.
 
“It does.”

She looked up at him, kissing his
chest.
 
“Are you worried about what
will happen if anyone finds out about us?”

“Not really.
 
I think worrying is more your
department.”

“I’m kind of nervous.
 
My brother flipped out on me today when
he heard I was working at Red Jameson’s company.”

“Well, it is kind of strange,”
Liam
said.

She lifted her head and stared at him.
 
“So you agree with my brother?”

“No,” he said.
 
“At least, not if he thinks you
shouldn’t work there, I don’t.
 
But,
at the same time, you have to admit that all of this is very sudden.
 
You can’t blame your brother for being
reserved.
 
He’s just concerned
you’re going to get hurt.”

“He’s concerned for himself,” she
corrected him.

“That may be, but I’m sure he’s also
worried about you.”

“So am I,” she replied.

Liam’s cool blue eyes were
unblinking.
 
“I would never hurt
you.”

“But your mother—“

“Let’s not go there,” he said.

“We have to at some point.
 
I mean, maybe we can hide this for a while,
but eventually she’ll find out.
 
And
then—“