Because of His Name(2)

“I think it was a jerky thing to say,” she told him.

Liam made a face of mock upset. “That’s sad, Grace. I made you that offer because I care about you.”

“Yeah, sure you do.” She tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip around her waist and her hand.

“I do,” he said. “If you and I sleep together tonight—“

“That’s not going to happen.”

“If we sleep together,” he repeated, “you shouldn’t walk away empty-handed.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Why?”

She looked at him, trying to figure out if he was joking. “You seriously don’t know why offering a woman money for sex is insulting?”

“I know why you might think it’s insulting. But why is it disgusting?”

“Because it makes you a pig,” she said. “How many women have you paid for sex, Liam?”

“That’s highly classified.” He grinned wider, and now his hand slid down, reaching the top of her buttocks, tantalizingly close to grabbing her ass.

And Grace wanted him to grab her ass. She wanted him to touch her everywhere, and she hated the fact that she wanted him. Her mind kept telling her that he was a jerk, and he needed to be told in no uncertain terms what a jerk he really was. And then she should leave the room with her head held high, and her morals firmly intact.

But despite what she kept thinking and saying out loud, she wasn’t leaving. And the longer she stayed in this room and played this game with him, the more she was beginning to doubt that she had the strength to resist him after all.

“Listen,” she said, her voice shaking a little bit. “If we were to do this, I don’t want your money.”

His cocky grin faded slightly and his eyes seemed to search hers. “I don’t want you to do anything unless you’re comfortable with it,” he said softly.

“Do you mean that?”

He nodded slightly, and their eyes locked and neither of them said anything for what felt like forever. “Your lips are just about the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Liam growled, and then he leaned in and slowly sucked her lower lip into his mouth. And then he was kissing her more fully, more passionately, with a hunger that surprised her.

She found herself responding to him instinctively, and pressing her body into his, allowing her free hand to grab onto the fabric of his shirt—and then she lightly traced her fingers down his chest and against his stomach.

Now his hand also moved from the lower part of her back, down to her ass, and he squeezed.

Grace had always been told that she had a nice butt. It was big—more of the Kim Kardashian look—as opposed to one of those waifs with the flat butts and fake chests.

Liam seemed to be enjoying it anyway, as his hand squeezed and then lightly spanked her butt a few times.

He was turning her on now in a major way, and she was starting to really lose control—if she’d ever had any to begin with.

This is what you wanted, Grace. Now you can admit it.

God, maybe this is what I wanted all along, she thought, mortified at her own lack of willpower, as his tongue slid into her mouth again and she moaned from deep in her throat.

Liam finally let go of her hand with the key in it, and then he stopped kissing her. “So,” he said. “You still want to give me back my key and tell me off?”

“Yes,” she lied, but her voice sounded completely unconvincing to her ears.

“Are you sure about that?” he teased.

“Yes,” Grace repeated, but then he squeezed her butt lower down, closer to her pussy, and she moaned a little, despite herself.

“Tell me off then,” he said, leaning in and breathing on her collarbone.

Chills again. His hand massaging the lower part of her buttocks. His other hand on her hip now, soft and warm and promising more pleasure still. His lips on her neck.

“I don’t want your money,” she whispered.

“What if I want to give it to you anyway?”

“No,” she moaned, as he sucked on her skin. Grace’s eyes closed, and she licked her lips, as both hands were now on her ass, squeezing, rubbing, pressing her into his hips. She could feel his erection against her pussy through their clothes, and already she wanted it so badly.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked, Grace,” Liam whispered in her ear. “And then I’m going to give you that money whether you like it or not. You can give it to charity.”

“Why?” she said, her eyes still closed.

“Because I can.”

And then she didn’t have the power to fight him anymore. His hands just felt too good, and nobody even knew she was in this room right now. Her brother would never know. Her friends wouldn’t find out unless she told them.