After his misspent youth and finishing Uni, he really put in the time to discovering the mechanics of female pleasure. He nipped with his teeth at the back of her neck even as he slipped a second finger inside her.
“Oh. God,” she whimpered, shuddering around his fingers.
“That’s right,” he coaxed, his cock coming back to full mast at her response. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
“But you—” she tried to protest. “Stick it in so we can—”
“Hush.” Liam finally increased the pressure on her clitoris, returning over and over again to one particular spot that made her words cut off and her back arch.
“Yes. Keep— Oh my God, yes.”
Liam used his thumb to continue strumming her clit. Then he tugged her hair so she’d look over her shoulder at him. He loved watching women while they came. No matter what they rated on the hotness scale, they became beautiful during climax.
“Now,” he ordered, losing the cheerful joviality he’d had all night. “Come. Fucking now.”
Her eyebrows lifted and then her whole face scrunched in surprised longing that almost looked like pain as she orgasmed. Jaysus, he loved that. That line between pleasure and pain. And how fucking fleeting it all was.
Her mouth dropped open and her head tipped back as the shudders racked her body. Liam kept stroking her all the way through it, more fucking turned on than he had been all night. He was finally hard as a rock against her.
Her body had barely stopped quaking before he had his cock nudging at her now drenched pussy. He grabbed his shaft and rubbed the crown back and forth over her swollen lips.
“Yes. Oh God, yes. Please, Liam. Make love to me. Oh my God,” her voice was hoarse. “I’ve never made love with a billionaire before. You’re even more amazing than I thought— Oh!” She grabbed the sink and swiveled her head to look at him as he yanked back from her. “What is it, baby?”
“What did you just say?” He stared at her, willing himself to have misheard her.
She giggled and pushed a stray hair out of her flushed face, again putting on that fake fucking show of innocence. It made him want to fucking gag. In fact, everything about this little bar bathroom tryst was suddenly making him sick to his stomach.
“Just that I’ve never— well, you know.” She blinked her eyes up at him in a way he imagined her practicing in front of a mirror. “Been with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” It took most of his newly acquired self-discipline to keep his cool.
“You know.” She lowered her eyebrows and whispered, “A billionaire.”
Liam jerked away from her like she’d slapped him. “Who told you that?”
“Nobody told me, silly.” She stood up, not bothering to smooth down her skirt. The red fabric bunched around her waist, her pussy still exposed. She tried to take a step toward him but he held out a hand to stop her. She cocked her head to the side like she was confused.
“So how’d you know?”
She shrugged, smiling and taking another step toward him. Liam didn’t move and she ran a hand down the buttons on his shirt. She did that thing where she angled her face down and then looked up at him through her lashes.
Another practiced fucking move if he ever saw one. Jaysus, this woman was as bad as any of those leeches back in Dublin. How did he not spot it earlier? He was out of practice, that was for sure. His hand shot up and he gripped her wrist, prying her away from him. “How did you know who I am?”
Her smile faltered as she tried to pull her arm out of his grasp. He didn’t let go.
?
?How?” he demanded.
“Look, it’s no big deal,” she tried to laugh it off, pulling her hand back when Liam finally let go of her. “I was just curious about the new people in town, so I googled you. Everybody does it.”
She was lying. “What’d you google? You don’t even know my name.”
She looked at the floor before trying on another insincere smile. “Well, Google has that feature where you can look up people by their faces now. So last time you were in the bar, I snapped a picture.”
“Jaysus.” He walked several steps back from her. She was a goddamned stalker. And he’d almost— Jaysus. He cringed even at the thought. He’d had a few obsessive women try to stalk him back in Dublin. Then there was the woman he’d had an affair with who tried to claim he was the father of her baby. That had been a fecking nightmare. No wonder this slag hadn’t wanted to wear a condom. She was probably hoping she’d get knocked up and that she could sink her hooks into his life and his bank account permanently.
He was about to turn and get the hell out of there but he stopped. “Who else have you told? About who I really am?”