Dinner seemed a lot safer than going to a bathroom with Liam. In hindsight, that might not have been the best idea. Apparently, I’d given him my number, too. I couldn’t remember doing that.

When he’d phoned I’d been shocked at first, but it turned out Liam was more than just a dick.

I drove across town, following my GPS. When I stopped in front of the gate, I leaned forward and looked up through my windscreen.

The place was massive. It was a modern mansion; a white architectural wonder with large windows looking out in all directions and hidden lights illuminating the night.

“Come on in,” Liam’s voice crackled over the intercom speaker and the gate opened slowly. I drove in and parked in front of one of five garage doors. The front door opened and Liam stepped out. He wore a cotton shirt that gaped open enough to show a bit of dark chest hair. He wore khaki pants with it and loafers that looked expensive.

“This is a great place,” I said when I got out. I wasn’t going to be tacky and ask what he did, too.

“Oh, thank you,” Liam said. “Come inside.” When I walked through it, the interior was just as breathtaking as the exterior. The entrance hall was filled with abstract art. Liam led the way to a living room with a wet bar along the one wall.

“Can I pour you a drink?” he asked. “Wine?”

“Please,” I said. I needed something to take the edge off. I’d been nervous coming here. Standing in Liam’s house, now, I was completely out of my depth.

I looked around. Everything was neat and clean but there were signs that Liam wasn’t a bachelor – a box with toys in the corner, a Princess Sophia children’s couch in front of the television, a forgotten doll on the coffee table.

“Where’s Kenna?” I asked.

“She’s at my mom for the night,” Liam said. “She helps me out whenever I need a sitter.”

“It’s great that you’ve got it all worked out so well,” I said.

Liam smiled. “It doesn’t always work out the way I need it to, but we make the best of it.”

He poured wine for us both. It looked a lot like a date with Kenna not being here. I would have thought she would be here and he would just introduce me as a friend. Maybe it wasn’t that simple.

Liam passed me the wine and I took a sip.

“This is good,” I said.

“It’s a Heitz Cabernet Sauvignon, one of the California classics,” Liam said. He knew wine. Was there anything sexier than a man who knew wine?

Liam walked to the couch and sat down. I followed him and sat down next to him. He was so hot. If he was this attractive when we were both sober, I was in trouble. I’d hoped that the attraction had been related to alcohol alone and that I would find him average when I spent time with him, sober.

I’d been wrong. Liam was GQ magazine handsome, he dressed himself well and he was filthy rich. There had to be something terrible about him.

Except, his wife had died and he raised their daughter, alone. God, there was nothing I could find wrong with this guy, so far. Not even his player attitude at the club could be a problem now because he was perfectly gallant.

I was in serious trouble.

I shifted a little toward Liam. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted the warmth of his body on my skin again. I wanted to smell his cologne the way I had when he’d been kissing me in the club. Was I playing with fire? Yes, yes, I was.

Liam turned toward me, his knee pressing lightly against my leg and I was aware of how close he suddenly was.

“Thank you for coming,” he said.

“Thank you for having me,” I said. My voice was breathy. Liam smiled.

“I have to admit,” he said. “I find you extremely attractive.”

I swallowed. I was here because he’d said we would do dinner and conversation, we would get to know each other. But the sexual tension was so thick all around us I could barely breathe around it. I wanted him.

Liam kissed me as if he knew what I was thinking and I didn’t stop him. Or maybe he was aching for me the same way I ached for him. His hand slid behind my hair on my neck and he kissed me with authority and power. He was in charge and I loved it. He came across as a god, an Adonis, and I was his damsel in distress.

Liam’s hand didn’t stay behind my neck very long. He slid his hand down to my shoulder, onto my chest and onto my breast. He pulled me against him. His skin was hot through his shirt and I wanted it off his body, suddenly.

But, no, I told myself. I had to control myself. I lost myself so easily around him and I had to see that as a red flag. It wasn’t a good thing.

His tongue slid into my mouth and I let him taste and explore me.

I cupped Liam’s cock, squeezing softly. I wasn’t usually as forward as he was – but I wanted to touch him. I had an ache for him at my core that I’d never had for someone before. I’d touched myself plenty of times, but I’d never considered letting a man fuck me good and hard. Not until I found the right one. Then? All bets were off.

Liam made a small moaning sound at the back of his throat when I did.

“I want you to suck me off, baby,” he said and nipped at my lips. “I need to watch you take all eight inches of this cock in your mouth and own it.”

“What?” I asked.

“A blowjob,” he said and smiled wickedly. “Don’t play coy.”

I blinked at him. He was asking – no, demanding – a blowjob. This was absurd.

Absurd because something very dark and primal in me wanted to give it to him. I wanted to close my lips over his cock, see what he felt like, tasted like.

I nodded and reached for his belt. With clumsy fingers I unbuckled it and pulled down his zipper. I pulled down the waistband of his boxers and wrapped my fingers around the thick flesh. When I pulled him free of his underwear, I gasped.

He was bigger than I’d imagined and his cock was thick and smooth, hard under his silky skin, standing proudly up into the air. He lifted his hips and pulled his pants down to his thighs so that his cock and his balls were free. His balls were large and heavy, covered in pubic hair that curled at the base of his dick. He was circumcised and the tip of his cock was slick with lust.

“Oh, my God,” I breathed.

Liam reached for my hair, stroking it. He looked so confident, so utterly unashamed to sit in front of me, his cock hard and straining into the air in the room that suddenly felt increasingly hotter.

I moved from the couch onto the carpet. He opened his legs wide and I kneeled between them, his thighs on either side of my body. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and Liam groaned, sinking back into the couch.

“Yeah, baby, suck on me real good,” he said.

It was so dirty and so enticing. I leaned forward and closed my lips around his head. He groaned again and I moaned softly. The head alone was large and he tasted salty. The scent of his sex clung to his skin. It drove me wild, tugging at something dark and primitive. I slid my mouth over his cock, sucking on the head alone, testing it.

“Oh, God, Harper, don’t let up, Kitten” he said, his hand on my head, fingers in my hair. I moved my head further down, letting his thick, hard shaft fill my mouth. He was so smooth and so hard, silk over steel and I played my tongue along his skin. When I did, he closed his hand in a fist around my hair.

I moved my other hand to his balls and cupped them. I started bobbing my head faster and faster as I tried to take more of him. My gag reflex came to life, which only seemed to excite him more.

“That’s it, babe,” he said. “Just keep up that rhythm.”

I did, meeting my lips with my hand at the base of his cock. I didn’t know what I was doing but Liam seemed to like it. It influenced me, too. I was starting to get wet.

I stopped when my jaw started hurting and moved back. “My jaw is killing me. You’re too big.”

“No. I’m not, Angel.” He gripped his slick shaft and pumped it in his tight hold a few times. “I want you to taste me when I come.”

I shivered and moved up closer. “I’ve never-”

“Good. First time for everything.” Liam groaned and closed his eyes as he worked his thick, swollen cock until his breathing got off. The sight of him fucking himself for me was almost too much. I thought about slipping my hand into my panties and fingering myself over the edge so I could join him, but I didn’t want to miss the explosion.

“Come for me,” I whispered and lifted up until my lips brushed by his balls.

“Fuck. Suck one in your mouth and tug on it. Press your teeth to it a little” He glanced down at me and groaned as I did just as he asked.

It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that his fingers were wrapped in my hair from his free hand. He positioned his cock back toward my lips and pulled me closer, forcing half of it into my mouth as he came long and hard.

Hot rivets of come pumped out of the tip and filled my mouth as he cried over and over. I swallowed and sucked hard, trying to get more. I’d never in my life done such a thing, but now that I was in the throes of passion, I wanted more of it. I wanted it all over me, on my tits, down my stomach, pooling in the folds of my pussy.

He groaned one last time, move back and held out his hand and pulled me up as embarrassment rushed through me.

“That was fantastic,” he said. I blushed harder. It was the first time I’d done it, and I hadn’t known what to do but somehow it worked out. His balls were empty, and my stomach was full. I wanted more, but it felt like overkill letting him know.

“Come on,” Liam said. “Let’s eat. The food is in the kitchen.”

He stood up, tugged at his belt like he was trying to rearrange himself in his pants before he led the way and I followed him.

I had to be careful with this one. He was giving me all my firsts and that was dangerous. I could get my heart broken in a bad way.