“Can I have your passport, please?” Siobhan says with a bright smile, her eyes focused on Liam.
“Ladies first.” Liam gestures to me.
Moving forward, I hand Siobhan my passport.
“First time in England?” Siobhan asks me.
“It is.” I smile.
“Well, enjoy your stay,” she says, handing me my passport back.
Liam hands his over to her, and then I feel his chest pressing against my back.
“Shaw,” he says, looking over my shoulder at my passport.
“That’s my name.” I put my passport away in my bag.
“Welcome home, Mr. Hunter.” Siobhan hands Liam his passport, giving him another dazzling smile.
“My luggage?” he asks her.
“Already collected and with your driver.”
“Thank you.”
He takes my hand again and starts leading me away from passport control and in the opposite direction of baggage claim.
I tug him to a stop. “You might have your luggage, big boss man, but I need to go get mine.”
“Already collected and in my car. I told them to get yours as well.”
“And how did you know which luggage was mine?”
His brows draw together. “Because I own the airline. Your seat number is in the system—my system—which is connected to your luggage at check-in. I tell my staff to get your luggage, and they do it.”
I put my free hand on my hip, my head tilting to the side, eyes assessing. “Does everyone do what you say?”
The look he gives me…I feel it all the way down to my toes, only pausing along the way to pay extra special attention to my vagina.
He steps close, so close that I can feel the heat of his body through my clothes. And, God, he’s tall. He towers over me. I have to tip my head back to look at him.
“Yes, everyone does what I say.” His tone is low and sexy. “But I have a feeling you’re going to be the exception to the rule.”
“And you would be right about that.”
“Thing is”—he leans his face in close, his warm breath brushing over my lips—“I might like control and really like people doing as I tell them, but I love a challenge more. So, game fucking on.” Then, he slaps me on the ass and walks off, leaving me standing there with my mouth wide open.
Cocky son of a bitch. And it’s so fucking hot.
“You going to stand there all day, Boston?” he calls over his shoulder. “Or are you coming?”
Coming? Definitely.
And…Boston? Guess I have a new nickname.
I start walking, and picking up speed, I catch up to him.
Liam pushes through the door, walking into the arrivals area.
Grabbing my hand again, he leads me over to a guy who’s clearly waiting on him. “Paul, this is Taylor Shaw from Boston. Boston, this is Paul, my driver.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smile at him.
“Likewise. The car’s just outside, sir,” he tells Liam.
Liam and I follow Paul outside. The air is cold, and I shiver. Liam wraps his arm around me.
We follow Paul over to a flashy black Mercedes. Paul opens the back door. Liam ushers me in first and then climbs in next to me. I put on my seat belt. Paul gets in and turns on the engine.
“So, where are we going?” I ask as Paul pulls out into airport traffic.
“My place…if you still want to?”
I turn my face to find his closer than I expected.
God, he’s gorgeous. I really want to kiss him again.
We haven’t kissed since that one time when I surprise kissed him.
“I want to,” I say softly.
His eyes darken, and the look in them makes my insides clench. He cups my cheek with his hand, brushing his thumb over my lips.
For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. He just sits back and puts his arm around me. I snuggle into his warm, hard body and close my eyes. I should be looking at London as it’s the first time I’d be seeing it, but Liam’s body is just so inviting.
I must have fallen asleep because Liam is gently shaking me awake.
“We’re here,” he says.
I blink open my eyes to see his staring back at me.
“Hey.” I smile.
“Hey.” He smiles back. “We’re at my place.”
“Oh, right.” I sit up. Grabbing my bag, I hang it on my shoulder.
Liam gets out of the car and then holds a hand out for me. I take his hand, and he helps me out of the car.
“I need to get my suitcase.” I gesture to the trunk of the car.
“Paul will bring it up for you.”
With my hand still in his, Liam leads me into a fancy-looking building.
“Good evening, Mr. Hunter,” a guy behind the security desk greets him.
“Evening, John.” Liam lifts his hand.
We stop at a bank of elevators, and Liam presses the button. The door opens immediately, and I follow him inside. He presses the button marked Penthouse and then inputs a code into the keypad. The doors close, and we’re alone.
And it hits me that I’m here, alone with him, and we’re going to quite possibly have sex—or, at the very least, have oral sex.
My body starts to vibrate with nerves and excitement.
I can’t believe this is actually happening.
I’m in England, in an elevator with the sexiest guy I’ve ever met, whom I’ve known for exactly seven hours, and I’m going up to his place to partake in a round of oral sex.