Professional Restraint

38 Good Girl

Ella

"Good girl." His lips claim mine, and one thing becomes crystal clear. He's done holding back.

Liam pulls back, leaving me instantly missing his contact. He sits back on his heels as he rakes his gaze over me. In my lusty fog, modesty is forgotten, and I let him feast his eyes.

He reaches for the side closure on my skirt and has it open in a second. Locking his gaze on mine, as if to ask for permission, he waits. With a small nod from me, he tugs the material slowly down my body, giving me a chance to shimmy my hips out.

Tossing my skirt to the floor with his clothes, he sucks in a sharp breath as he practically devours me with his hungry gaze.

I bite my lower lip to hide my smile, pleased with his reaction. As part of my game to tease him, I picked my outfit just for him, or rather, the lingerie.

Black lace demi bra with matching thong lace panties and garter, finished off with black back seem thigh highs. I like these for the small red bows on the lace band that circles my thighs.

"Jeezus christ, El," he breathes out, trailing his fingertips up my leg. "You're lucky I didn't realize this earlier."

The awestruck look on his face draws a giggle from me. "And why is that?"

His gaze darkens as it lifts to mine. "Because you would have become very acquainted with my desk."

I furrow my brows, not understanding his statement. A moment later, the pieces click, and my eyes widen. "You wouldn't," I gasp.

"El, with you looking like that? Jeezus... you have no idea how enticing you are." Liam crawls forward and hovers over me. "This was the longest week of my life."

I scoff and roll my eyes. "Right..."

"El." He lifts my chin to make me look at him once more. "I had to keep my distance because I didn't trust myself around you... I'm used to being in control of everything, but with you? That goes right out the window."

I shouldn't enjoy hearing that he struggles and yet? I can't keep the growing grin off my face. Never has a man made me feel more desired than he does.

Liam chuckles to himself and settles between my thighs, pushing them wide to accommodate him. "You like hearing that, don't you? How crazy you drive me without even trying?" There's a warning edge to his tone, but I can't help myself.

"Maybe?" I shrug, never being this forward before.

"Maybe?" He parrots, arching a brow.

I lick my lips and dig deep for the courage to finish this. "Maybe I like hearing you say it... and maybe I tried..."

Liam laughs and nods. "Well, maybe, kitten, I should return the favour."

My lips part as his find my throat, then travel south, over my collarbone and between my breasts. The lower he goes, the tighter my core draws.

I toss my head back and squeeze my eyes tight, feeling his breath fans across my breasts. His teeth graze my nipples as they strain against the thin lace, drawing a breathy moan.

"Jeezus, I could listen to that all night," he says, his voice husky with need.

My lips part to respond, but his inch lower, derailing my thoughts. I tangle my hands in his hair, arching my back slightly as his tongue worships the skin on my lower stomach.

"Liam," I gasp, feeling him dive lower.

I try to guide him back up to me, but he doubles down, nuzzling my core. In a move that steals my breath, he pulls my thighs up over his shoulders.