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“I’ll teach you another maneuver,” he said. “Come here.”
I took a step forward, heart going off like a jackhammer when Liam reached out and combed his fingers through my ponytail. He gripped very gently at the base - not an ounce of pain at all - the tips of his fingers scraping softly against my scalp. We were quickly stepping over the line from self-defense classes into far more intimate territory.
“If someone grabs you like this,” he said, once again lowering his tone. I couldn’t help but lean in a bit to hear him better. “Your first instinct would be to flee, but that would only end up hurting you more.”
“What do I do, then?” I asked. His hand was so nice and warm on my scalp.
“Swing your arm over mine, like this, and press forward. It’ll put pressure on the elbow, and I’ll have no choice but to release you.”
In one fell swoop, I did as instructed freeing myself from his hold. I felt powerful when I completed the move successfully. “Do I get a gold star?” I asked, beaming now. “What else do you have to teach me?”
“I can think of one more,” he said, righting himself once again. This time Liam took two steps forward and completely filled up my space. He wrapped his massive arms around my waist leaving absolutely no room to breathe.
My heart raced in my throat, a coiling heat pooling between my legs. Our sudden closeness was dizzying, and yet I didn’t want it to stop.
“If someone grabs you like this,” he said once again, so close I could feel his breath graze across my lips. “What would you do?”
He brought a hand down to settle on my outer thigh, coaxing my knee up to press gingerly against his front. The softest gasp escaped my lips when I felt the outline of his stiff cock.
“What would you do?” he repeated.
“I’d…” I licked my lips, reveling in the way his eyes darted down to track the movement. “I’d probably just kick you in the balls,” I answered honestly.
“Good girl.”
A shiver raced down my spine. Dear God, what was happening?
I cleared my throat, suddenly very bashful. “I should, um… May I go to the bathroom? I need a break.”
Liam let go of me at once. It surprised me how quickly I missed the hard press of his body against mine. “We’ll call it a day,” he said. “Go grab some water. We’ll continue where we left off, same time tomorrow.”
“R-right.” I swallowed hard. “Excuse me.”
I rushed to the bathroom - the women’s this time - and immediately headed to the sink to splash cool water over my face. I took a deep breath, unable to calm the ache between my legs.
I locked myself inside one of the bathroom stalls and leaned heavily against the door, forehead pressed to the cool metal as I slipped a hand past the waistband of my yoga pants. I brushed a finger across my throbbing clit, my pussy wet and needing release. I nibbled on my lower lip as I thought about Liam, his beautiful hands delicately touching me all over. I thought about our proximity, how I was drawn to him like a magnet.
That was when Kris popped into my head, too. And then Adam and then Charlie. I wanted all of them to touch me, kiss me, hold me. I wanted to be overwhelmed by them, to give myself over to desire and hold nothing back. I knew it was a silly fantasy, but it did the trick. I came with a whimper, legs trembling beneath me as my face overheated.
It took a good long minute before my heart finally calmed down.
This is going to be a really long month.
6
Liam
Iwanted to shake Adam by the shoulders and yell at the top of my lungs, thanking him for his impeccable taste. I didn’t, though, because that would be way too fucking dramatic.
Instead, I relished my mornings with Sam, reserving the whole gym that week for our own private use. I didn’t want any of the other bodyguards ogling her.
“Full name?” Charlie asked, testing her. He sat just off to the side with his iPad in hand, going over our client’s dossier.
Sam hit me with a roundhouse. There wasn’t much force to the kick, but her form was impeccable. “Duchess Arianna De Aguente the Second. Five foot five inches tall. Brunette hair, blue eyes. Thirteenth in line for the Coselian throne.”
“Allergies?”
Sam came at me with a cross-jab combination, followed by a right-hand slip. She was getting a lot faster, more comfortable. “She has a shellfish allergy. All members of her security team will have an EpiPen on standby—oof!”
