Friday night rolled into Saturday morning, not that Mia noticed. She was far too blissed out from multiple orgasms and sleeping beside the hot water bottle that was Liam. She had never actually slept with someone before, not in the actual sleeping sense. The nights she and Peyton had passed out on the bed together after an evening of drunken revelry didn’t count. Spending the entire night in bed with Liam—intermittently snoozing and making sleepy love—was a revelation. She liked it. A lot. Maybe too much. The smell of coffee woke her and she fluttered her eyes open, squinting in the bright sunlight. She could only just make out the form of Liam standing over her with a grin and a large takeaway coffee. “Good morning,” he said. Yes. Yes, it was a good morning. A very good morning. “Good morning,” Mia replied and then cleared the huskiness from her throat, laughing. “Sorry.” Liam sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the coffee. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I
She took a breath and then tilted her face up to his. “I know I should tell you that we can’t do this again,” he said. Her eyes searched his and he thought she might be holding her breath. “But I can’t. I can’t say this won’t happen again because I want it to happen again. I want whatever this is between us. I know it’s awkward with the internship and everything, but I still want this. I want you.” “I want you too,” she said. Her eyes were wide and glassy and he lifted his hand to cup her cheek and run his thumb across her bottom lip. “No one at work can know,” he said. “I know,” she replied, letting her hand settle on his thigh. “I’m okay with that.” “You can’t tell Peyton.” “I know. I haven’t, I mean she doesn’t know about it before.” She dropped her head and let her hand slide off his thigh. “It seemed too precious to gossip about.” He lifted her chin, his hand sliding around to the back of her neck and tangling in the strands of ha
“Come back to bed,” Mia said as he reached for his pants. He leaned over her and kissed her. He loved kissing her. He didn’t ever want to stop kissing her, but he had to go. He had lunch with his mother in an hour and he needed to go home and change. He only had the clothes he’d worn to Mia’s place on Friday night and there was no way he could go to lunch with his mother dressed like that. “I’ve got to go,” he said, pulling reluctantly away from her. “I have a lunch appointment with my mother and you have family dinner tonight.” He slapped her butt and finished dressing while she watched and pouted. She was too cute and leaving her was harder than he’d expected. He didn’t know what the next week would be like working with her. How the hell was he going to keep his hands off her? At least they would have their nights together. That would have to be enough. It would be the carrot that kept him going through the day…it had to be. He kissed her once more before leaving
“How was your first week at your new job?” her father asked, not looking up from the paper. “Great,” she said, with a wide grin. She couldn’t stop grinning, even though her cheeks ached with it. “Not all that great,” Frankie said, coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table. “Mia fell on her face in front of the boss.” He snickered and Mia narrowed her gaze at him, but she couldn’t really find any anger at his comment. She was too happy and satisfied to let Frankie’s niggling get under her skin. “I learned so much this week,” she said, instead. “You were lucky you weren’t fired,” Frankie added. “Hush your mouth, Frankie,” Mia said. “It wasn’t that bad.” “What wasn’t that bad?” Ant asked, coming into the room and sitting at the table. “It was that bad,” Frankie said. “Mia’s first week at The Playbook. She fumbled the ball, although I got a good laugh out of it. Carathurs wasn’t real happy though.” “Carathurs?” Frank said, lowering
“I ’m not fucking shaving my beard off,” Frankie said, his arms crossed over his puffed-up chest and his legs wide. The stance was meant to be intimidating but Mia had to hide her smile behind her hand. All she could see was her brother when he was a kid and their mother tried to explain to him why he couldn’t keep the stray dog that had followed him home. Frankie eventually wore Maria down and Buster got to stay, but only after an extensive search for his owner. Now he was trying to make the same stand with Liam, only Liam wasn’t Maria and Mia didn’t think he would cave on the beard thing. They were in the studio with the photographer and makeup artist patiently waiting for the hair stylists to start so they could get some action shots. But Frankie was being his usual mule-headed self. The guy really didn’t take direction well, which was probably why he was his own boss. “We aren’t going to shave it off completely,” Liam said. “But that thing definitely needs a trim. You look l
“Maybe I want to look like a hooligan,” he answered sulkily. “You’re here for a reputation makeover,” Liam said. “I don’t think hooligan is what we were going for.” “So what are you going to do, just shave it all off?” “Yeah, nah,” Mia said. “If you think you look like a hooligan now, you’d look like an axe murderer with a buzz cut.” She stepped closer to him, angling him so he could see himself in the large mirror that filled an entire wall like a dance studio. “We’ll just take this ratty hair off the back and blend it up with the longer hair on top. Ideally, I like to see you with an undercut, but you need to grow some hair back before we can do that. In the meantime, we’ll go high and tight. Think David Beckham.” Darius looked at himself in the mirror—his second favorite pastime after looking at his phone. “David Beckham?” “Yeah,” Mia said with a nod. “Alright. I’ll make it look better than Becks, though. That guy’s old.” “If he gets to look like David Beckham, who
Her arms slid over his shoulders and her fingers threaded into the hair at the base of his neck. Working with her hadn’t been as hard as he’d thought, especially when they could sneak moments alone like this. “Hmm,” she hummed as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck. “That feels nice.” “You feel nice,” he murmured. She tipped her head back to look at him. “Is everything okay?” “Of course,” he said, leaning in to nibble on her neck. “Who was on the phone?” she asked, her voice a little breathless. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder. “My mum. She’s going to stay in Melbourne for a while longer.” Mia tipped his face up so she could see his eyes. “That’s a good thing, right?” “Yeah,” he replied, dropping his head back to her shoulder and breathing her in. “She’s going to be staying with my brother.” “How do you feel about that?” “A little left out, if I’m honest,” he said quietly, not quite sure why he was being so truthful w
They were breaking so many rules, and maybe that added to the excitement. Anyone could walk in on them at any time, but again, didn’t that just make it that much more? “Liam,” she moaned just before she came for the second time. He rode out her orgasm until it began to ebb and then he let go and chased his own climax. He pushed into her, leaning his weight against her, panting into her neck as he came and relishing the feel of her wrapped around him. He lifted his head and gazed into her dazed eyes. She was so beautiful and precious and exactly what he needed. He kissed her, telling her with his lips and tongue what he couldn’t tell her with words. Eventually, he pulled away from her, holding her steady until she found her legs. They smiled at each other. She wasn’t the only one feeling a little wobbly on their feet, Liam definitely needed a minute to collect himself. “I, ah, I didn’t mean for it to go that far,” he said, not looking at her as he took care of