At some point during our kiss, Liam lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist before pulling back slightly and smiling. “I guess this means I’m not the Forever Bachelor anymore. Think you can handle that responsibility?”
“What exactly does the job entail?”
He twisted his lips. “I’m afraid I left the job description at my flat. If you’d like to join me, I’d be more than happy to go over the details in private.”
With a soft laugh, I darted a glance at the cameras that were only a few feet away now. Smiling, I turned back to Liam and bit down on my lip. “Considering this will probably be an intense negotiation, that would probably be best.”
He set me down and clutched my hand, keeping me close as he pulled me toward the exit. Off we went, past the cameras, past the crowd, and not stopping until we reached his flat in Kensington, not too far from my hotel.
It was dark when we entered his apartment, and he didn’t bother turning on a light before tugging me down the narrow hallway and through the double doors that led to his bedroom. We’d made out for the entire ride here, and my mind was still spinning from the high of it all. But from what I could see, his flat had a pristine nature that seemed to suit him well—with white walls, black accents, and natural wood grain surfaces. It was intriguing to see the way he lived since I’d only seen him outside of his natural habitat.
“What are you looking at?” Liam asked while unbuttoning his shirt.
“I realized that I’ve never seen you in your element. This place suits you.” I replaced his busy fingers with my own, more than happy to undress the man who’d just professed his love to me in front of the entire world.
“That’s nice, love, but I won’t be here long.”
I smiled, my heart quickening in my chest. “Got plans to move somewhere?”
His fingers slipped up my tank top to my bra and brushed over my nipple. “I hear Providence is nice, and the women are bloody fantastic.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I said, slipping his shirt off him and tossing it to the side. I reached for his pants next. “Why don’t you tell me more about this job offer?”
He lifted my tank top over my head and tossed it into a pile with his shirt. “Well,” he said, slamming my hips to his, where I could feel him. “It’s definitely going to be hard work.”
I slipped my hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his dick. Sadly, it was still covered. That didn’t stop me from feeling how hard he was. “So, you’re looking for the right fit?”
His lips curled into a smile as his fingers dipped into the waistband of my skirt and started to pull it down. My skirt fell, and I kicked it away.
“Definitely,” he said. “However, I’m willing to work with you for as long as it takes to ensure a smooth transition.”
A laugh slipped past my throat, unable to help myself. He was so British, and so damn adorable, I couldn’t take it anymore. “You sound like you’re very hands-on with your employees. That’s impressive.” I squeezed his length one more time for good measure before pushing his pants and underwear down to the floor, leaving him bare before me.
Liam released my bra next, his smile widening. “I do enjoy getting the job done, Miss Banks.” He stepped forward and pushed me onto the bed, then pressed a knee on the mattress between my thighs. “Giving back to my employees is something I like to think I do very well.” Then he leaned over my breast and took a swipe of my nipple with his tongue. “Especially when they taste like you.” He proceeded to trail kisses down my breast, over my rib cage, and down my waist—but when he got to the line of my underwear, he froze. “Bloody fucking hell, you didn’t.”
I bit down on my lip to keep from bursting with laughter, loving his reaction to my new tattoo. “I did.”
He was careful to pull my panties down over my hips, then he was examining me like I was newfound treasure. “It looks amazing. When did you do this?”
“The day before I decided to come here. It’s still healing.”
“It’s perfect,” he said, still staring at it, his mouth slack. Then he looked up, his eyes glistening in the soft light that came from the streetlamp outside his window. “You’re perfect.”
He crawled up my body and pressed his lips to mine. “I love you. And I’m not just saying that because I thought I was going to lose you. I started falling for you almost immediately. It was the scariest feeling in my life. For the first time, I feel like someone sees me for everything I aim to be in this life. You believe in me.”
With all the crying I’d done over the past few days, I would have thought that I was all out of tears. Liam’s words were the sweetest and most genuine words I could ever have hoped to hear. “Of course I believe in you, and you believe in me. Everything you said is exactly why I love you too. I’ll always be your biggest fan.”
His nose touched mine before he kissed me again and sighed. “And I’ll always be yours.”
He nudged my entrance, warning me only a second before pushing inside me, slowly, just like he’d promised. I focused on my breathing as he worked his way deeper, and I embraced the way my body spread just for him, like it had prepared for his arrival.
He’d gone as deep as he could go, and his thrusts started immediately after. “God, you feel so good,” he growled, and his mouth fell to my neck. “I missed this. The way we fit is so bloody perfect.”
His pace quickened with every rock of his body, and I knew that this fuck wouldn’t be as gentle as our previous encounters. He’d missed me, and he was about to show me how much.
He flipped me on my side and entered me from behind with one hand finding my clit. He worked me from both angles, circling his finger over my sensitive bud while ramming me with his cock. It was a matter of seconds before I reached climax.
I cried out in warning, and he responded by grabbing my chin and twisting my head until his lips could reach mine. “Come for me, Chelsea. I need to feel you.”
We only kissed a second before my orgasm hit me hard. I cried into his mouth, causing him to fuck me harder, not stopping until his juices were pumping inside of me, filling me to the brink.
When he flipped me onto my back, I was breathing heavily at the intensity of what had just gone down. Liam had never fucked me like that before, and I liked it a little too much. “Your job offer was phenomenal,” I said while we chuckled.
“I do hope you’ll accept the long-term position.” He moved to hover over me, his mouth just an inch from mine. Then he brushed a thumb against my cheek and smiled. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
I smiled, ready to end the negotiations. “I accept.”
Epilogue
Liam, 12 months later
Moving day, a day I had always viewed with contempt until today. I had been renting a flat in Providence for the past year, and before that I’d hopped around from flat to flat for years without ever feeling settled. After closing on my first house only a block away from the Hogues’, I finally felt like I’d found home.
Admittedly, the location choice was a strategic move on my part to get Chelsea to move in with me. She only agreed on the condition that Simon and Bridget would keep her employed if she lived off-property. As much as they would have loved for Chelsea to stay close, they agreed that they would rather deal with the short distance if they could keep her. So, Chelsea and I were officially going to be roommates.