My whimpers mix with the sound of skin slapping together, and when I glance back down at her, she’s burying her face in the sheet. I kiss her neck again before pulling away so I can turn her around.
“Do you remember what you said in Italy?” I keep my gaze on her, and she looks away with a guilty smile on her face.
“I said a lot in Italy.” She wraps her legs around me, but I untangle myself from her, and I tease her with my fingers instead, and she squirms under me impatiently. “Liam,please.” She keeps her voice quiet now, but I don’t give her what she wants.
“Take back what you said.”
“I take it back.” Her back arches to me, and I can't help but smile at how easily she gives in. “I didn't mean it.” She wraps her legs around me again, stroking my cock softly as she brings me closer to her needy pussy.
“I was never available for anyone else but you.” She lifts her hips, trying to close the distance between us, but I hold back as I watch her struggle under me.
Her eyes meet mine, and she lets out a frustrated breath before she drops her hips to the bed again. “What do you want?”
“What are you willing to give?” I bring my tip to her entrance, and she keeps her eyes between us as I play with her.
“Anything.” Her voice is breathless now as she arches her back to me again, but I bring my hand to her waist and push her down.
“Careful, pretty girl,” I warn.
Her eyes meet mine.
“Anything can mean a lot of things.”
“Liam, enough with the games.”
A soft laugh escapes me at her anger, and I bury my face in her neck. “Are you mine, Sage?” I bring my hand between her legs as I kiss her neck gently.
“Yes, Liam. I’m yours.”
I pull in a deep breath, soaking in her words as I bury myself in her. “Say it again.”
“I'm yours, Liam.” She kisses me behind my ear, and I'm a mess as she whispers sweet nothings to me.
When we finally pull apart, she has a smile on her face. “That was your best performance yet.”
I pull away, genuinely offended. “Thatwas the best?”
She laughs as she lays on top of me. I kiss her head and wrap my arms around her. “I fucking love you.” I kiss her again, and she pulls away to look up at me.
“I love you more.”
I smile at her words but shake my head. “Trust me, Dory, that’s impossible.”
Sage
“Sage Loana Hale is theIt Girlin New York, Milan, London, and, after tonight, Paris. Do we have ourselves another JosephineSloan in the making?”
My jaw drops at how casually they get on the radio and compare me to the greatest model who ever walked a stage. I think I’m far from Sloan’s status but nonetheless flattered, and I can’t stop smiling.
“You were perfect tonight, beloved.”
I turn to Liam with a smile I can’t seem to wipe from my face. He tells me how perfect I am after every show I have, and I believe him every time.
“Ms. Loana was a pleasure to work with.”I put the radio up more, and Liam rests his hand on my thigh as he drives. “She’s the sweetest person I've ever met. She’s the purest soul and immensely professional. It was an honor to have her model my designs in this season's Fashion Week.”
I let out a shriek in excitement, but none of this feels real. Designers are usually prideful and don’t get on the radio to thank models, buttheColette Dubios talks about me like she’s known me for years, and I hope this means I get to work with her in the future.
Today was the last day of Fashion Week. Milan and London went perfectly, and while the last few weeks have been crazy, they were more fun. Especially New York, since I was with my girls from Magic and Milan with the Moore Girls.
