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Liv eyes my chest, and I realize I never buttoned up or grabbed pants.
“Oh. Right. Okay.” That pink hue I love starts flooding her cheeks.
You have a meeting in an hour, Noah. You should also just leave her alone. Come on. Snap out of it.
“Um, do you want me to take that? I can bring it to the laundry room, and you can get some, uh, you know, pants on.”
Her gaze keeps flicking to where the basket separates us, and I squeeze the plastic tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“No, that’s not necessary.”
My response comes out more gruff than I intended, and I turn before she can answer and toss the basket on the bed before heading straight into my bathroom and splashing some water on my face. This is so much harder than I could have imagined.
But then Liv is at the door to my bedroom.
“You know, you don’t have to be such a grump.”
I hear her walk toward the bed, and I look out from the bathroom to see her grab the basket.
“I’m perfectly capable of carrying a hamper. I’m not going to ruin your clothes or something. I’ve been doing this for a few days now, you know.”
As I step closer, I hear her mumble under her breath.
“Tight ass.”
Any amount of control I may have had flies out the window, and I stalk up behind her, pulling the hamper from her grip.
“I’m sorry. What was that?”
I toss the basket back onto the bed and pull her toward me.
Liv smirks, that challenging expression of hers proudly displayed.
“Trouble hearing? I said—” She pulls her arm free but doesn’t step back “—you’re a tight ass.”
We lock eyes for a moment, and an unspoken question is asked and answered simultaneously. We’re doing this…again.
In one fluid motion, I haul Liv over my shoulder and start for the bathroom. I’m not sure why I pull her in there with the bed so close, but something about taking her in front of the mirror is undeniably intriguing.
Plopping her down near the sink, I spin Liv around to face that very mirror and then bend her over, teasing my fingers across the skin at the hem of her shorts.
The slap of her hands hitting the cool marble echoes in the large bathroom, and I remember that Elijah isn’t home. Silence isn’t a must this time.
I reach around to the front of Liv’s pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper holding the cutoff shorts in place. They catch on her hips, and I kick her feet apart so I can get them off.
Liv giggles, and I smack her ass.
“Keep teasing me, little peach, and I’m going to stuff that sassy mouth again.”
Another smack, and Liv jumps, hissing slightly as her fair skin blushes from the impact.
I smooth my fingers across her slit over the lace panties she wears, and Liv’s legs start to tremble. My shirt has to go, so I shuck the thing to the floor and then grab for hers.
Lifting the tee over her head, I quickly unclasp her bra. I wrap my hand around her neck and keep Liv pressed against me, admiring the view in the mirror.
We make eye contact through the reflection, and I snake my other hand around her side, taking her nipple and pinching. I watch her eyes roll back as she moans and grinds her ass against my erection.
I push her back down to the counter. She squeaks in protest to the cold marble, and I pepper playful slaps against her pussy as I hold her down.
