Bedmates Soulmates

Despite her conflicted feelings, she went back to him time and again, until Austyn finally caught them in bed.

The moans from the bedroom upstairs grew louder.

Deborah stood up.

She scanned the living room.

There was nothing she could use here.

She went into the kitchen, then the guestroom.

There was another bedroom that looked to be lived in, but it belonged to Charles, Liam's assistant.

Deborah's search came up empty.

When she heard the woman's orgasmic cry, she quickly returned to the living room and sat down.

A long while later, the woman appeared at the top of the stairs.

She swayed her hips and took her time coming down.

Her face was flushed, the result of post-coital bliss.

Deborah averted her gaze.

The woman tittered as she walked past Deborah. 'Good luck, lady. You're in for a treat.'

She closed the door on her way out.

Deborah climbed the stairs.

The scent of sex hung heavy in the bedroom.

Liam was reclining in bed.

A lit cigarette dangled from the corner of his lips.

He wasn't wearing any clothes.

The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants

He had fair skin, like Aiden.

Deborah stole a look towards the ensuite bathroom..

Its door was closed.

Liam didn't look at her. 'All right, what do you want?'

Deborah's hands went to the zipper on the back of her white dress.

The Sluttiest Woman I've Ever Met

The diaphanous silk dress fell onto the floor.

Deborah stood in her bra and panties.

Liam eyed her up and down. 'What is this?'

'I've missed you,' she said in a flat voice.

'Is that so?'

Deborah approached the bed slowly.

Liam ground out the cigarette in an ashtray and sat up.

Deborah took off her bra.

Liam clicked his tongue. 'Oh, you little slut.'

'Don't you miss these?' She jiggled her breasts.

She knew what he liked.

Liam remained where he was. 'Didn't you tell me to fuck off the last time?'

'That was then. This is now.'

'What changed?'

'Nothing. I just realised how much my body misses yours.'

'Austyn can't satisfy you, huh?"

Deborah froze.

She recovered quickly. 'This has nothing to do with him. You know I never loved him.'

She removed her panties and tossed them aside. 'It's always been you.'

Liam examined her face. 'What game are you playing now?'

'No game. I just want to have a good time.'

She climbed into bed, straddling him. 'No strings attached.

Liam narrowed his eyes.

'Come on. I know how much you like my body.' Deborah traced tiny circles on his chest.

He didn't move.

'What's the matter? You can't get it up again?' She goaded him. 'I remember how you used to be able to go all night.'

Liam shoved her off of him.

Their positions were soon reversed.

He planted both arms around her head. 'You're asking for it.'

'I am.' She hooked one arm around his neck. 'Come on, I want you to do me like you did before.

Her right hand reached between his legs.

Liam gasped.

He clamped a hand on her jaw. 'Deborah Connelly, you are the sluttiest, dirtiest whore I've ever met.' "Then fuck me like one.'

Liam lowered his head and bit her lips.

When it was finally over, Deborah lay on her back and waited for him to fall asleep.

'Liam, Liam?'

She waved a hand in front of his face.

His eyes were closed

His breathing was rhythmic.

She stared at him, hatred coursing through her veins.

She got up from the bed, her knees almost buckling twice.

Then she shuffled into the bedroom.

She found Liam's toothbrush and comb.

She put both in her purse.