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  “Alicia! How can you... what are you... I’m so disappointed in you. The very first night I allow you to... and this is how you repay my trust?”

  “Dad, if you just—”

  “Absolutely not, Alicia. This is precisely why I haven’t let you debut. This ball, hell most of Manhattan is full of deviants and predators. People who take advantage of young girls like you.”

  “Dad, I’m not being taken advantage—”

  “You’re coming home right now. And to think I only made an appearance to check on your sister when it was you I had to worry about all along.”

  “If you would just listen to—”

  “Alicia, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. Step out of this elevator immediately.”

  I shifted beneath her skirt, about to raise it and confront her father, my boss, the man who charged me with protecting her, the man who wouldn’t even let her finish a sentence, but Alicia hooked her ankle around me, keeping me still.

  “Well, Dad, maybe you should listen to me. I’m an adult, by every legal and social definition, and you have to let me live my life. Is this what I wanted you to see? No. Is this something I planned on? Definitely not. But I haven’t been taken advantage of.”

  “Alicia, this behavior is just—”

  “And here’s something else you might want to think on before you go judging me. Maybe if you hadn’t been so strict with Abby and me we wouldn’t have fucked the first guy that talked to us at our debuts.”

  If I hadn’t heard it with my own ears I wouldn’t have believed it. Richard Snow, CEO of the biggest finance company on the East Coast, out-argued by his own daughter.

  The elevator dinged again and with her father gone, Alicia lifted her skirt to let me out. Angry fire in her eyes and a red flush across her cheeks, she did the last thing I expected.

  She let out the biggest belly laugh.

  Chapter Five

  Alicia

  It wasn’t funny. Not even a little but I stood in the elevator holding my ribs, bent clear in half laughing at the absurdity of it. I got myself together and finally met Liam’s gaze, bemused confusion etched into his expression.

  “I’m so sorry, Alicia. I should have locked the elevator door.” He took my hands in his. “I’ve complicated things so much.”

  “You can lock an elevator... never mind.” I slipped out of his grasp, stretched to my tip toes and touched his face. “You have nothing to apologize for, Liam. Obviously, that was the last thing I wanted my father to see but it’s not anyone’s fault. He even said he wasn’t attending this year. Neither of us could have known.”

  Liam shook his head. “I should have waited until I had you in the room. But I couldn’t resist, Alicia. Having you in public is so—”

  “Hot,” I said. “You’ve got that right. Look, I don’t regret it. Things will be awkward between my dad and I for, well forever probably. But ya know what? Our whole lives he’s had a short leash on me and my sister but he’s smart enough to know he couldn’t maintain it forever. Do I wish I’d cut the proverbial apron strings less graphically? Absolutely. But am I glad they’re cut? You bet your sweet ass I do.”

  The corners of Liam’s mouth lifted as the concern in his eyes faded, quickly replaced by ravenous desire. He pushed me against the back wall and kissed me, pressing his body to mine, stealing my breath, my thoughts, and my heart.

  I was lost in him, the easy way he parted my lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue. His hardness pressing into my belly, his hands pulling me closer, tighter. Liam devoured me.

  He pulled away, leaving me breathless and shaking.

  “Well that’s a first,” I said.

  Liam smiled. “Alicia, you’re in for a whole night of firsts.”

  I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “I’m sure of it. But I meant that’s probably the first time anyone has ever shared a first kiss after they’ve already come twice.

  He laughed and cupped my face in his hands. “You’re mine, Alicia. All mine.”

  I giggled again. I was so fine with that.

  I followed him out of the elevator expecting to walk down a corridor to a nice room. Instead, I walked into a huge foyer. The slippery marble floor of the entrance transitioned into thick carpeting that my heels sank into. I took in the space, the rich upholstery, Tiffany lamps on every table, veranda doors steamy and fogged over from the hot tub beyond and knew exactly what room Liam had brought me to.

  I spun around, shock forcing my mouth into what I’m sure was a very unbecoming expression. “How in the world did you get the King and Queen floor?”

  Booked only for legitimate royalty— diplomats, foreign dignitaries and ambassadors, and the occasional Hollywood starlet— the King and Queen room was the room everyone knew about but no one had ever seen.

  Liam picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “You’re my Queen, Alicia. Of course you should have this room.”

  I giggled. “Yeah, but how?” I insisted.

  “My cousin owns the hotel. He owed me a favor and was more than happy to let me book the room for the night. Although, he still made me pay full price. Kase is kind of a shit about business,” Liam laughed.

  My mouth fell open again. “Are you serious?” I asked as he laid me on the bed. “Liam, you dropped a million of your own money on this room?” I whispered as he stroked my face.

  “It’s just money. I have more than I could possibly spend for no reason other than I was born into a wealthy family. Why not spend it on someone I’m desperately trying to woo?”

  I smiled. I couldn’t argue when he put it like that and Liam worked on getting me out of the gown. He found the zipper hidden in the side seam and had it off me in moments. He unhooked my bra and stared at my nude body with tense, fiery adoration. I almost felt the weight of his need in his gaze. “God, you’re perfect, Alica.” He stroked my face, letting his hand slide down the line of my body, pausing at my thighs to push them apart. “Holy Christ,” he mumbled, stroking my inner thighs lightly. The sensation was divine, maddening, ramping up the swollen, heavy feeling between my legs.

  I grabbed his wrist. “Stop,” I whispered.

  Liam’s gaze shot up to meet mine. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern creasing his forehead and deepening the blue of his eyes.

  “I-I just want to see you, too,” I said with a giggle.

  Chapter Six

  Liam

  My heart stopped. Had I misread her? Did she not want what was about to happen?

  “I-I want to see you, too.” Her sweet, sexy voice teased and tugged at my heart. I ripped off my suit and stood there for Alicia’s perusal. She studied me, eyes roaming over every inch of flesh, flushing and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth when her gaze settled on my hard cock.

  I smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.

  The thing about virgins is you can’t ask them what they like. You have to discover it because, more than likely, they don’t know. Alicia clearly enjoyed the thrill of exhibitionism which I hoped meant she’d be into anything but vanilla sex. “What’s the least sexy word you can think of?” I asked.

  She answered immediately. “Asparagus.”

  I chuckled. “Agreed, least sexy word ever spoken. And that’s the point.” I said and began stroking the soft insides of her thighs again. “If at any time I do something you don’t like or that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to say asparagus. It’s called a safe word. Got it?”

  Alicia sat upright and looked me dead in the eyes. “I’m a virgin, Liam. Not an idiot. I know what a safe word is.”

  I laughed, cock bobbing up and down in a very undignified way as this pale-skinned beauty put me in my place. “Then let’s get started,” I said and pushed her back down on the bed. I nudged her legs even wider with my knee and hovered over her, watching her breasts heave with shallow breaths as I played with her delicate, swollen folds. She groaned, arching her whole body toward me, rubbing her pussy into my fingers but I pressed her hips bac
k on the bed with my free hand to keep her still. “I’m going to tease you until you beg me to stop, Alicia.”

  She groaned again, a throaty, rasp that told me everything I needed to know.

  I was going to tease her until she couldn’t see straight.

  I spread her lips with two fingers and traced the silky skin beneath, drawing smaller and smaller circles around her clit and entrance but touching neither. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, straining against my hand, trying to arch into my touch.

  “Be still,” I said firmly.

  “I can’t,” she said, grabbing the sheets and lifting her shoulders off the bed.

  That also told me something very important. She wasn’t a genuine sub. “Lay back down, Alicia,” I said low and close to her ear. “I’ve got to get your perfect little pussy nice and warmed up before you can handle my cock.” Alicia moaned louder than ever, threw me the sexiest look I’d ever seen and laid back down. She might not be a sub, but she sure as hell liked dirty talk.

  That was something I could work with.

  Chapter Seven

  Alicia

  His silky voice and the dirty, dirty things he said made a chill run down my whole body. I nestled into the pillows and let Liam do whatever he wanted. “Ooooooooh,” I groaned as he finally touched my clit. But as soon as he’d brushed against it the sensation was gone again. He slid a fingertip around my opening, and slowly, God so slowly pressed it the slightest way into me.

  “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you’re tight, Alicia,” he said while I struggled against the palm flat on my mound keeping me from leaning into the sensation. I wanted him to make me come so badly. I wanted him in me so much. The torturous teasing was nearly too much.

  “Please,” I shuddered the word, unable to breathe for all the things he was doing to me. “Please let me come, Liam.”

  “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, voice hoarse and sexy and God I could almost come from the sound of his dirty talk alone.

  “Yes, yes please,” I bucked against his palm again, trying in vain to get more.

  Shifting his weight, Liam grabbing a pillow, propped up my hips and hovered over me. “Open your eyes, Alicia.” I hadn’t realized they were squeezed shut until he mentioned it. I stared up into his beautiful face, his muscled chest and tried my best not to bite my lip like a schoolgirl. “Keep them open. I want you to watch me fuck you.”

  Massive, veined cock in hand, he rubbed it up and down my soaking pussy. I rolled my hips to match his movements, gasping each time his hardness slid over my clit.

  “Please,” I begged again. “Please fuck me, Liam.”

  Liam let a sexy, almost purr of a growl leave his throat, and pushed himself the slightest bit into me. I screamed, bucking and arching against him, trying to get more of him in me. I grabbed his back, hooked my legs around his hips and pulled him deeper. He was so magnificent. I felt so full and stretched, like his cock had been made especially for me. I came in moments, screaming and writhing, as Liam pounded into me.

  He came soon after, growling and purring in my ear.

  I’m not sure how long we laid there, spent, sweaty, and hazy, Liam stroking my face and arm, and whispering how amazing I was in my ear. But eventually, I drifted off to the deepest sleep I’ve ever had.

  Chapter Eight

  Liam

  I sighed, watching her sleep like an angel. Chest softly rising, lips parted with the slight tilt of a smile. She looked like she’d had the best night of her life. I hoped so. Because I’d have to ruin it in the morning.

  I stared at the ceiling wondering if I could lessen the blow somehow, counting all the ways she’d hate me once she found out the truth.

  I should have told her from the beginning. I should have told her who I was that first conversation. But I didn’t want to risk rejection. I was certain if she knew her father sent me, she’d want nothing to do with me. It made me sick to think about but I had to be honest. I wouldn’t start a relationship on lies. Not with Alicia. If that meant she never wanted to see me again, so be it.

  A thin sliver a moonlight grazed her skin, highlighting her cheekbone, the slight swell of her breast, the deep curve of her hips, and in that moment, reveling at her beauty I knew I’d found my other half.

  I knew I’d marry her.

  If she ever forgave me for lying to her.

  Eventually, the soft sounds of Alicia’s steady breathing lulled me to sleep. I woke early the next morning, feeling like hell, dreading the moment I’d have to hurt her. I took a shower, ordered room service and paced the rooms of the King and Queen suite until it arrived. On my third lap through the rooms, I heard the shower running. Alicia was awake. I made my way down the corridor just in time to see her perfect silhouette in the frosted glass shower. I leaned in the doorway, mesmerized, letting my mind think of the life we probably wouldn’t get to have together.

  A quick knock at the door to the living area kept me from going too far down that thought train.

  “Room service,” called a reedy, nasal voice from the foyer. I thanked the bellhop, signed for the meal and wheeled it in the living area.

  “Oooooh! What’d you order?” Alicia said when she spied the cart. She ran into the living room, nude and still glistening from the shower, grabbed a champagne flute, a handful of strawberries and skipped across the room to the veranda. “Come on, let’s have breakfast in the hot tub!” she said.

  I smiled and followed her out. God, she was amazing.

  “Ahhhh, that’s better.” Alica sank into the steamy water and sipped at her champagne. “My bits are pretty sore, but I intend on fucking you at least a dozen times today so this,” she gestured to the hot tub, “is just what the doctor ordered.” She laid back, letting her head float in the water and took a bite of her strawberry. “What are you waiting for, slow poke? Get in here.”

  I got in with her and had a really hard time not staring at her incredible tits, floating and bobbing on the surface of the water.

  “You’re acting weird. What’s going on?” she asked popping a hulled strawberry between her lips.

  I sighed, taking her hand in mine. “Alicia I have something to tell you.”

  She nodded, expression growing concerned. “Okay...”

  There was no easy way to say it. “I work for your father. He asked me to keep an eye on you during the ball. Alica, I’m so sorry. I should have been honest about that from the start. And if you don’t want anything to do with me because of it, I’ll understand.”

  Alicia shook her head and said the last thing I expected. “Liam I’m a virgin, not an idiot. Well, a former virgin.”

  “Wha—”

  “You think I didn’t know who you were? I figured it out the moment you said Kase Waldorf was your cousin. You’re Liam Waldorf, my father’s confidant and head of Internal Affairs for the company.”

  “You knew? This whole time, you knew? Christ, Alicia, I’ve been so worried.”

  Alicia laughed. “Why because the best night of my life with an insanely hot, smart, caring and amazing lover isn’t enough to forgive one tiny lie of omission? Please, I knew who you were and, if I’m honest, I kind of got off on the fact that you were supposed to “protect” me.

  I grabbed her face and kissed her until she gasped for air. “Eat your breakfast,” I said when I finally pulled away. “We’ve got a lot of fucking to do before check out.”

  Chapter Nine

  Alicia

  I scarfed down my eggs and toast and let Liam lead me to the bedroom. He toweled me dry, paying attention to every square inch of me, all the while murmuring how beautiful I was and all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. He climbed on the bed and motioned me over. Situating himself on his back, Liam guided me in to a straddle and scooched me up until I was aligned not with his pelvis but with his mouth.

  “Lower you sweet little pussy down here, Alicia. I want you to ride my face.”

  And I did. Bracing most my weight on the headboard, I sat on Liam’s gorgeous
face. He plunged his tongue deep into me, holding my hips tight, giving me support but allowing me to pivot and rock however I wanted. “Shit, Liam, I’m going to...”

  It was the fastest orgasm I’d ever had. I collapsed on top of him, making sure to move off his face before doing so. Liam stroked my hair. “Alicia?”

  “Mmm?”

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he said against my ear. He grabbed me by the top of the arms and lifted me off his chest. I sat straddling his hips, swaying as the euphoria washed over me. “Alicia.”

  “Mmm?”