Because of His Past (8 page)

“You’re right,” he said, nodding, looking
down at the floor as if embarrassed by his actions.
 
“You’re right.
 
That was silly of me.
 
I should’ve thought ahead.”
 
He looked up at her with a wicked gleam
in his sky blue eyes.
 
And then he snapped
his fingers, as if he’d just had a great idea.

Walking past her, he crossed the suite
and arrived at Easton’s closed office door and knocked.
 
“Hey, buddy.
 
You in there?
 
Hello?”
 
Liam turned and gave her a wink.
 
“Looks like no one’s home.
 
Let’s see if it’s locked.”
 
He twisted the knob and it turned and he
swung the door open, triggering the motion sensors, and the overhead lights
came on.

“Liam!
 
You can’t do that.
 
Please, please don’t.”

He beckoned her, waving.
 
“Come on,” he smiled.
 
“Let’s get out view.”

“No.
 
I can’t do that.”

“Grace, come here,” he said, his voice
getting low and gravelly.
 
“If you
don’t, I might get on his computer and start sending emails to everyone in his
contacts list, pretending I’m you.”

“Don’t do this, Liam,” she whined, her
heart racing.
 
He was all at once
turning her on and freaking her out.
 
She didn’t know what he might do.
 
After all, Liam Houston didn’t seem to care much about anything but
doing what he felt like doing at any given moment.

He shrugged, walking over to Easton’s
large, mahogany desk, and sitting in the big black leather chair, spinning
around in a circle.
 
“Damn, this
thing’s comfy.”
 
He kicked his feet
up on the desk.

“Don’t do that!” she cried again,
wringing her hands uselessly.

“Come in here and I’ll stop,” he told
her.

She walked quickly into the inner office,
looking over her shoulder once to make sure the coast was clear, and then
shutting the door to Easton’s office closed behind her.

Liam took his feet off the desk, leaned
forward, and wiped a scuffmark off the polished mahogany with the palm of his
hand.
 
“See?
 
No fuss no muss,” he chuckled.

Grace wiped her brow, pushing a few stray
strands of hair away from her now sweating forehead.
 
“You need to go,” she said, trying to
sound firm, in control—not completely out of control and helpless like
she felt.

Liam folded his muscular arms across his
chest.
 
“What if I refuse?”

“That would be really mean,” she told
him.
 
“And you’d be forcing me to
take action.”

“You going to call security on me?” he
said, his grin widening.
 
“Watch the
goons lead me out in cuffs, take me off to the big house?”

“Look, can’t we go somewhere else to
talk?” she said.
 
“Let’s meet for a
drink tomorrow night or something.
 
Anywhere but in Easton Rather’s office.
 
I’m going to get in a lot of trouble.”

Liam glanced over at the computer screen,
and then lazily reached his hand out and moved the mouse, making the screen
turn on.
 
There was a security lock
on the computer screen now asking for a username and password.

“Huh,” Liam said.
 
“I know the guy pretty well.
 
Bet I could guess his password.”

Now she’d had enough.
 
Grace walked quickly over to Liam and
grabbed him by his leather jacket, pulling on it.
 
“Get out of this chair,” she said,
straining to move him.
 
“And get the
fuck out of my life!”

He looked up at her, his eyes
wounded.
 
“Say it again,” he told
her.

“Get…out…”

“Say the whole thing,” he replied,
standing now.
 
She could feel his
energy emanating off of him, pulling her toward him like a magnet.
 
“Go on,” Liam said.
 
“Say it all and I’m gone and you won’t
ever see my damn face again.
 
I mean
it, Grace.
 
Tell me to get the fuck
out of your life and look me in the eyes when you do it.”

Her heart was pounding.
 
She wanted to say it, if only to prove
that she could.
 
But she didn’t
actually want him to leave her life forever.
 
Seeing him here, feeling his presence,
his vitality, the sexual energy and the emotional attraction were
overwhelming.
 
Liam Houston was
somebody that she couldn’t even begin to understand, and his reasons for
wanting her were unclear.

But he did want her—he’d proven
that much.

And Grace knew that deep
inside,
her resistance to him was crumbling fast.
 
“I won’t say it,” she admitted, finally.

A victorious grin crept over his face as
he grabbed her by the hips with both hands.
 
“Now tell me the truth,” he said, his
eyes pinning her, capturing her with the intensity of his gaze.
 
“Tell me what you really want,
Grace.
 
There’s nobody here but me
and you.”

“I’m scared,” she said, and as she told
him that, her heart began beating faster, and her body trembled even more.
 

Looking into his eyes, she felt cared for
and needed by Liam in a way that nobody had ever made her feel before.
 
She didn’t understand how this
connection, this bond had formed.

All she knew was that right then and
there, only he mattered.

“Don’t be scared,” he told her.
 

“How do I stop being scared?”

He reached out and caressed her cheek
softly, gently.
 
“By trusting me,”
he said, and then his lips were on hers, and she forgot everything.

Everything was wiped away, and all she
knew was the sensation of his body, his hands moving up her hips, sliding under
her blouse, and his tongue exploring her mouth as if for the first time.

As Liam pressed harder into her, Grace’s
butt bumped into the hard desk.
 

“What are we doing?” she whispered,
trying to catch her breath.
 
“We
need to stop now,” she said, not meaning it in the slightest.
 
Her hands trembled as she grasped onto
his chest, unzipping his shirt further, seeing more of his alabaster skin
wanting to lick up and down, and down and down.

“Shhh…” he said, low, like a growl.
 
“You don’t want anybody knowing we’re in
here, do you?”

“No.”
 
She shook her head.
 
She was half-sitting on the desk now,
and her skirt was inching up her thighs.

Liam stared up and down her
body,
his blue eyes hungry, his red lips wet,
glistening.
 
He turned to the phone
and then, without warning, grabbed the wire going into the jack and ripped it
out of the phone.

“Put your hands together,” he told her,
his lips hardly moving.

“Why’d you do that?” she said, panicked.

“I said, put your hands together.”

She did as she was told, and before she knew
it, Liam had wrapped the line around her wrists, tightly, but not so tight as
to cut off her circulation.

Grace swallowed, her throat dry, the rest
of her so wet that she was dripping.

Liam grabbed her arms and pulled them
above her head and then pushed her backwards, so that her blouse pulled up
above her stomach as her back hit the desk with a thump.

Her legs splayed outward, kicking her
high heels off inadvertently.
 
“Liam!” she cried out, partly in surprise, partly excited shock.
 
She knew this was wrong, knew this was incredibly
stupid and irresponsible and would likely end with her getting fired.

But she couldn’t help it.
 
Grace actually loved what he was doing
to her—loved the fact that he’d taken control in this way, despite how
wrong it was.
 
Maybe even because of
how wrong it was, which was most disturbing of all, and also, turning her on
most of all.

“Quiet,” he said again, as one hand
grasped her hip and the other pressed against her bare stomach and then slid
beneath her blouse once more, sliding up and grabbing her breasts, tweaking her
nipples while his face buried between her legs.

He’s
ravaging me on Easton Rather’s fancy desk.

This
is so bad on so many levels.

But after the way Easton had treated her
that day, she almost enjoyed the fact that they were disrespecting his office,
his precious desk, and that her bare ass even now was sliding across the wood.

Liam’s lips were kissing her privates
through her lacy black panties, and she moaned loudly.
 
“Oh, God.”

“I said be quiet,” Liam rasped, as his
one hand pushed her bra up and over the mound of her breasts, freeing them from
the constraint, as he roughly massaged them, his fingertips raking across her
sensitive, stiff nipples.

She bit her lower lip as his other hand
slid up the inside of her thigh, his thumb pressing into her folds, while his
tongue licked the sheer material of her panties.
 
She could feel his tongue against her
skin, even though there were panties over her pussy.

He sucked and licked, getting the panties
so wet that they were drenched and ragged and the material was stretching out
as he forced his tongue into it, fucking her pussy with his tongue over and
over again.

Grace’s wrists were burning, as her arms
stretched out overhead, across the desk, her hands gripping the edge as Liam buried
his lips and tongue into her pussy, and she dripped her juices down her thighs
and onto the desk.

A moan started deep in her chest and
carried into her throat, but she closed her eyes tightly and grit her teeth,
stopping it from exiting her mouth.

Liam gripped the phone wire that was tied
around her wrists and pulled on it, as though he were using it to reign in an
unruly horse.

“Sit up,” he commanded.

“Ouch,” she hissed, sitting up now.

He knelt down and ripped her panties over
her thighs and off her legs, sniffing the crumpled lacy material, as he stared
into her eyes.
 
And then he threw
the black panties on the carpeted floor.

My
dripping sex panties are sitting on the floor of Easton Rather’s high priced
office.

“You need this, don’t you Grace?” he
asked, stepping back and unbuckling his jeans, unzipping them and pulling his
thick, long cock out of his pants.

“We need to stop,” she gasped, even
though she knew she didn’t really want to. She just needed to keep saying it,
to pretend to be the voice of reason, at least.

Liam held his cock in one hand, while the
other hand had the cord wrapped around his knuckles.
 
He pulled her hands forward using the
wire.
 
“Go on,” he said in a low
whisper.
 
“Grab my fucking cock,
Grace.
 
With both hands.”

She did as he told her, leaning forward
and taking him in her hands, even as she was somewhat restricted by the wire
around her wrists.
 
But she managed
to grab his shaft and stroke him, her legs swinging freely off the side of the
desk as she massaged Liam’s hard dick.

“I want to put it in my mouth,” she told
him, and her lips were so close that it wouldn’t take much.
 
Just to lean forward a little…

“Beg for it,” he admonished her, using
the wire to pull her hands off him with one quick jerk.

“Please, Liam.”

“That wasn’t convincing at all,
Grace.
 
Come on, you can do better
than that.”

“Please, I want you in my mouth.”

“Look at me and say it.”
 
The insistence of his voice was a turn
on and she forced herself to lock eyes with him.

He was staring into her, into her very
soul.
 
Here they were in this stuffy
corporate office, and she was coming on the boss’s desk, and yet she couldn’t
help but feel that she and Liam were sharing something much bigger than a hot
fling.

Looking into those blue eyes, she felt
seen, and wanted, and known, and her nipples stiffened even harder, her pussy
got more wet, and she wanted him worse than ever.
 
Her hands were literally and
figuratively tied.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,
please.
 
I’m begging you to do it,
Liam.
 
Fuck my mouth, stick your
cock all the way in.”