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‘Why on earth did I allow Liam to come near me with that bottle of massage oil?’ Maxima wondered in horror. It wasn’t like he was touching her sexually, because all Liam was doing was rubbing her feet, but somehow there seemed to be a strange correlation between her toes and more intimate regions of her body. Warmth was spreading where warmth had no business spreading… and wasn’t in her foot. Liam Right and his damn foot-map! He probably had the clitoris spot memorized, and he was working it for all it was worth. Certainly, Liam seemed intent on his task. His black hair flopped forward on his forehead in a way that made her long to brush it back. His entire focus was on the bottom of her feet, and Maxima had to admit it felt good. Far too good… Maxima watched him, his hands slick with oil, his long fingers working with steady strength. She’d never known she carried so much tension in her feet or that it could feel s
“It’s okay, baby,” he soothed, his warm breath feathering her outer sex. Liam rose slightly, running his lips along her hipbone, back and forth, back and forth, as though he were memorizing the sensation of her body against his mouth. Maxima knew he probably could feel her quaking.“Your skin is so smooth. So soft… And you smell so good,” Liam added, and rose in front of her. Maxima glanced at his face. His somber expression barely cloaked a primal edge that sent a thrill through her.“You’re going to be all mine, Max.” He gathered her naked body to him, and her feet left the carpet. He swung her into his arms, muscles flexing hard. The room flew past the periphery of her vision. ‘I already am, my love,’ she thought wildly. She dug her fingers into his hair and brought him to her mouth for a kiss, forcing Liam to halt for a second. He made a rough sound in his throat, accepting her bold, sexy invitation. Their tongues tangled. He was delic
Maxima did what he’d demanded with gratifying eagerness. The position stretched the skin tight across her rib cage and thrust her breasts forward.“God, you are amazing… Open wider, Max.” Her long, slightly bent legs slid along the bedspread until she was practically doing the splits. He made a rough sound in his throat and inched forward on the bed, drawn irrevocably. Liam reached between her thighs, feeling her wetness. Her softness. Brutal arousal sliced through him. He moved his hand in a taut circular motion, stimulating her outer sex. Maxima cried out in excitement, but his gaze remained fixed on what he was doing. Such a pretty, pink pussy. Liam used his middle finger to penetrate her while he rubbed her clit with the ridge of his thumb. A groan ripped his throat. It was like pushing his finger into a squeezing channel lined with warm honey.“Oh, God…” he muttered, crazed by the sensation. He might want this t
Maxima blinked dazedly. She’d nearly forgotten he’d told her to hold her arms over her head. Watching Liam just now in her disoriented, post-orgasmic state, all she’d wanted to do was to touch him. She’d started to let go. With his insistence that she hold her wrists above her head, all Maxima could do was watch him helplessly as he fucked her... as he took his pleasure. Because that’s definitely what he was doing. She’d fantasized incessantly about what it would be like to be with Liam. But she hadn’t prepared herself to be owned by him. She never would’ve guessed he was this type of lover. Maxima gripped her wrists tighter. Her hips began to move in a counter rhythm to his. It felt sinfully good. A light sheen of perspiration gleamed on his ridged torso. His nostrils flared slightly as he stared down at her. The tempo of their slapping bodies increased in her ears.“You act like you want it good and hard,” Liam said. “But
Liam smelled the fragrant scent of a woman on the pillow. He woke slowly, wondering where the woman who smelled so good had disappeared to, and as his faculties sharpened, he realized he was sleeping on Maxima’s side of the bed. And that there was a very satisfied smile glued to his lips. He’d known from the moment they first kissed at the dinner where he’d introduced her as his fiancée that he and she would have chemistry. But he’d had no idea their chemistry would lead to this emotional explosion. Maxima was hot… she gave and took pleasure with honest enjoyment. Even after a night where they’d worked around the limited supply of condoms by pleasuring each other numerous times with mouths and hands, Liam still wanted her. Her and her damn rules. When this thing was over and Maxima no longer lived with him, then maybe they could forget all about the rules and have some fun. It was something to look forward to. By
Howard patted Liam on the back once more.“This is so exciting, son! Good thing I saw you here, so I can help you with this important choice. Give you some advice. I know a lot about diamonds. I’ve been insuring jewelers for decades. Fascinating business, if I may say so.”“May I help you, gentlemen?” a woman who reminded him a little of a teacher he’d had in sixth grade asked.“Absolutely!” Howard exclaimed. “Liam here wants to buy an engagement ring. But not just an ordinary one. No, no. He wants the perfect ring for his fiancée. So, a good quality one, mind you.”“Of course, Sir.” So, Liam, who didn’t know much about diamonds and didn’t care to know, got a lesson in gemstones and had very little choice but to buy one of them for a woman he had no intention of marrying. Not now, not ever. Since Howard was not only a self-proclaimed diamond expert but also a shrewd businessman, he negotiated a nice discount on the ring they both agreed would look perfect on
Hey, Y'all!!!!First of all, I would like to acknowledge all the readers (you know who you are) who contacted me outside this profile. Thank you for your support and all the love you showed me through your private messages. This return has been tough, but your motivational texts have helped me a lot. You are indeed the best readers out there. I've seen a lot of 'when is the next update?' types of questions. I just wanted to let you all know that I UPDATE DAILY (sometimes double chapters). I might not do it at the same hour every day, but I have 24H at my disposal. (Remember that I work on this book every single day, on Sundays, too, so I never prepare in advance). I live in Italy, so I always try to update by 6 PM (which is midnight in some of your countries). Therefore, I'm kindly asking for your... PATIENCE. What you can do for me while waiting for the updates is LEAVE A REVIEW. A PUBLIC REVIEW. It would mean a lot to me. Your opinions (good or not so good) always helped me while
“I may not tell you this enough, but… I love you, Mrs. Stove,” Maxima cooed as she removed a tray of absolutely perfect profiteroles from the oven. “People may say that a stove is just a stove, but you, my dear, are a work of art. Thank you!” Maybe the saying “You get what you pay for” wasn’t always true, but in this case, the expansive range was a dream to work with. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower, and an apron covered the denim shorts and blouse she wore. She’d always taken time to freshen up and dress in her nice clothes when she’d been working in restaurants, but now that she was working from home, Maxima saw no reason to change her ways. If she made sure to shower and change and put on makeup before Liam got home, that was coincidental. Purely coincidental. Maxima heard the key in the door, and her foolish heart fluttered.“Liam…” she said slowly, and pressed a hand over her chest. She was really going to have to do s
“Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?” Maxima called to Liam as he headed off for work. He paused and turned to face her.“What’s for dinner?”“I’m trying out a new recipe. ‘Cheesy Asparagus Stuffed Chicken’. I’ll use fresh mozzarella and sun-dried tomatoes. For dessert, I’ll go for a Vanilla Cake with strawberries. So, are you in?”“My pants are getting super tight, Max,” Liam replied, sighing. “I skip my workouts so I can eat your food.”“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”“I feel like I’m living on the set of Julia Child’s cooking program. People aren’t meant to eat so much butter and cream and wine.”“Oh, nonsense, Liam! If you use all these things in the right proportions, then you’re good to go. Besides, Julia Child and her husband both lived into their nineties, if you must know. So, I’ll take butter and cream over a bag of potato chips any day. Healthier and tastier.”“I don’t eat potato chips, Max.” She put her hands on her hips.“If you’re
However, there were things Billie needed to get straight now that Timothy was no longer some faceless online confidant. Like the fact that they’d met under false pretenses.“What made you e-mail me the first time?” she asked him out of the blue.There had been no photograph accompanying her profile. Even Liam wouldn’t stoop that low.Timothy thought for a few minutes.“To be honest, I don’t know. That was a while ago. I kinda liked your profile. How straightforward you were... Like, ‘This is who I am and what I want’. No apologies. It was straight-up. You communicate directly… Almost like a man.”Billie looked into his frank, innocent blue eyes and knew she had to tell him.
‘I’ll meet you at the Siberian tiger exhibit,’ he’d written. Sunday afternoon was her only real day off, and Billie used it to meet the only man brave enough to ask her out. Crazy enough to even contemplate the idea of getting to know her. She looked around, trying to stay focused and calm in the middle of such mayhem. There were a bunch of families, adults, and children, a lot of tourists speaking every language known to man and animals, also from every corner of the planet.“Why did I say yes to him? Why did I agree to meet him here? What happened to ‘let’s have a cup of coffee together’?” Billie murmured, astonished at herself for even showing up. “I must be out of my mind…” All week, she’d scoffed at the very notion that she, an intelligent, educated, sophisticated professional woman, would be seen at such a place. Yet, here she was… She was having her first date with a man who’d excited her on both a deeply personal and an intellectual level
Hey, Y'all!!!!First of all, I would like to acknowledge all the readers (you know who you are) who contacted me outside this profile. Thank you for your support and all the love you showed me through your private messages. This return has been tough, but your motivational texts have helped me a lot. You are indeed the best readers out there. I've seen a lot of 'when is the next update?' types of questions. I just wanted to let you all know that I UPDATE DAILY (sometimes double chapters). I might not do it at the same hour every day, but I have 24H at my disposal. (Remember that I work on this book every single day, on Sundays, too, so I never prepare in advance). I live in Italy, so I always try to update by 6 PM (which is midnight in some of your countries). Therefore, I'm kindly asking for your... PATIENCE. What you can do for me while waiting for the updates is LEAVE A REVIEW. A PUBLIC REVIEW. It would mean a lot to me. Your opinions (good or not so good) always helped me while
Howard patted Liam on the back once more.“This is so exciting, son! Good thing I saw you here, so I can help you with this important choice. Give you some advice. I know a lot about diamonds. I’ve been insuring jewelers for decades. Fascinating business, if I may say so.”“May I help you, gentlemen?” a woman who reminded him a little of a teacher he’d had in sixth grade asked.“Absolutely!” Howard exclaimed. “Liam here wants to buy an engagement ring. But not just an ordinary one. No, no. He wants the perfect ring for his fiancée. So, a good quality one, mind you.”“Of course, Sir.” So, Liam, who didn’t know much about diamonds and didn’t care to know, got a lesson in gemstones and had very little choice but to buy one of them for a woman he had no intention of marrying. Not now, not ever. Since Howard was not only a self-proclaimed diamond expert but also a shrewd businessman, he negotiated a nice discount on the ring they both agreed would look perfect on
Liam smelled the fragrant scent of a woman on the pillow. He woke slowly, wondering where the woman who smelled so good had disappeared to, and as his faculties sharpened, he realized he was sleeping on Maxima’s side of the bed. And that there was a very satisfied smile glued to his lips. He’d known from the moment they first kissed at the dinner where he’d introduced her as his fiancée that he and she would have chemistry. But he’d had no idea their chemistry would lead to this emotional explosion. Maxima was hot… she gave and took pleasure with honest enjoyment. Even after a night where they’d worked around the limited supply of condoms by pleasuring each other numerous times with mouths and hands, Liam still wanted her. Her and her damn rules. When this thing was over and Maxima no longer lived with him, then maybe they could forget all about the rules and have some fun. It was something to look forward to. By
Maxima blinked dazedly. She’d nearly forgotten he’d told her to hold her arms over her head. Watching Liam just now in her disoriented, post-orgasmic state, all she’d wanted to do was to touch him. She’d started to let go. With his insistence that she hold her wrists above her head, all Maxima could do was watch him helplessly as he fucked her... as he took his pleasure. Because that’s definitely what he was doing. She’d fantasized incessantly about what it would be like to be with Liam. But she hadn’t prepared herself to be owned by him. She never would’ve guessed he was this type of lover. Maxima gripped her wrists tighter. Her hips began to move in a counter rhythm to his. It felt sinfully good. A light sheen of perspiration gleamed on his ridged torso. His nostrils flared slightly as he stared down at her. The tempo of their slapping bodies increased in her ears.“You act like you want it good and hard,” Liam said. “But
Maxima did what he’d demanded with gratifying eagerness. The position stretched the skin tight across her rib cage and thrust her breasts forward.“God, you are amazing… Open wider, Max.” Her long, slightly bent legs slid along the bedspread until she was practically doing the splits. He made a rough sound in his throat and inched forward on the bed, drawn irrevocably. Liam reached between her thighs, feeling her wetness. Her softness. Brutal arousal sliced through him. He moved his hand in a taut circular motion, stimulating her outer sex. Maxima cried out in excitement, but his gaze remained fixed on what he was doing. Such a pretty, pink pussy. Liam used his middle finger to penetrate her while he rubbed her clit with the ridge of his thumb. A groan ripped his throat. It was like pushing his finger into a squeezing channel lined with warm honey.“Oh, God…” he muttered, crazed by the sensation. He might want this t