Liam rumbles out a laugh. “Lucky fucking duck.” He reaches behind me and moves the duck out of the way. “Better?” he asks.
“Much,” I say, cupping his face and bringing his lips back down to mine.
The kiss quickly turns heated. I reach for Liam’s zipper and pull it down. I put my hand inside, and moving his boxer shorts out of the way, I wrap my hand around his hard cock.
He moans over my lips. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it up over my hips, running a hand over my ass.
He pauses and stares down at me. “Thong?” he asks, fingering the thin scrap of material between my ass cheeks.
“Easier access.” I shrug.
A grin covers his face. “God, you’re so fucking hot. Turn around, and bend over,” he orders.
I do as he said. In practice, it is not easy on a fake pond. So, I have to hold onto the pond edge with my hands.
Liam’s hand smooths over my ass cheek. Then, he spanks it.
“Shit,” I hiss, more surprised than hurt. Actually, it didn’t hurt at all. It actually felt good.
“Did that hurt?”
“No.” I can hear the blatant sex in my voice, so I’m sure he can, too.
His hand is stroking my ass cheek. “All that talk of spanking earlier…I thought you deserved one before I fucked you.”
“Just the one spank?” I grin back at him.
He slaps my ass again, and I moan.
“You like being spanked?” he asks. His voice is low and gravelly. So incredibly sexy.
But then everything about him is sexy. Like the way he’s taking his time to fuck me in here, a place where we could be caught at any moment.
I think part of that is what turns him on. And it turns me on, too.
I never realized I was an exhibitionist. I’m learning a lot about myself from being with Liam.
I glance back at him. “You know I do.”
“Do I?” He tilts his head to the side. “I thought we were strangers, you and I.”
“Screw being strangers. Just be you. Because I like you, Liam Hunter. And I love what you do to me. How you make me feel when you’re inside me, fucking me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he moans. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Boston.”
His words are a stark realization for me. But I don’t allow them to bother me or ruin the moment.
So, I push aside what they mean to me, and I smile at him. “Yeah, but what a way to go.”
His darkened eyes on mine, he yanks open the button on his jeans and shoves them down, leaving them low on his hips. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it.
He hooks a finger around the string of my panties, moving them out of the way. He groans, and then he pushes a finger inside my pussy. “Fucking soaked.”
“For you,” I breathe.
“Damn right for me.”
I push back on his finger, fucking it. “So good. Make me come, Liam.”
He pulls his finger out of me. “Don’t get greedy, Boston.” He slaps my ass, making me wetter. “You’ll get to come at the same time I do. Now, spread your legs.”
I spread my legs.
He slaps my ass again, harder this time, leaving a sting. “Wider.”
I give him a look even though that slap was hot as fuck as I part my legs as wide as they’ll go.
“Good girl,” he rumbles.
He comes up behind me and rubs his cock down my ass, passing my puckered hole and going straight to my pussy. Then, he slams inside me.
“Liam,” I cry out.
His hand comes over my mouth. “Shh,” he tells me. “People will hear.”
I bite down on his hand, so he frees my mouth.
I glance back, meeting his eyes. “I thought you liked the thought of people watching you fuck me.”
He grins, as his eyes flare. “Such a dirty girl. Now, get your tits out for me. I want them in my hands while I fuck you,” he commands in a low voice.
He starts to fuck me, his hands gripping my ass.
One hand holding onto the pond to steady myself as he pounds into me, I use the other to undo the top few buttons on my dress. I push the cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts. Liam’s hand immediately is on one cupping it.
The carnival is going on around us. Calvin Harris & Disciples “How Deep Is Your Love” is playing from one of the nearby rides, and people are walking all around, only serving to intensify the moment.
Anyone could come in and catch us, and I don’t care. If anything, the thought of being caught turns me on.
He pinches my nipples, and I moan loudly.
“You really want someone to hear and come in here, don’t you?” he rumbles, giving a nipple an extra-hard tweak. “You’re a little exhibitionist, and I fucking love it. Just as much as I love your tight little pussy.”
His hand leaves my breast and slides down my side. He grabs ahold of my ass cheek, his fingers biting my skin.
“One of these days, I’m going to fuck you where everyone can see. Where they can watch me fuck your hot, tight pussy.” The words drip from his mouth.
“God, yes,” I whimper, the visual turning me on even more.
I didn’t realize until now just how much it does actually turn me on—the thought of being caught having sex or having someone watch him fuck me.
Or maybe it’s just him. Being with him. Every thing Liam does and says turns me on.
I’d let him fuck me anywhere, so long as I get to have him inside me, making me feel this way.
“Jesus,” he growls. “You’re so fucking hot. I want to spend all my time fucking you.” He reaches around and pinches my clit with his fingers.
I don’t have a chance to tell him that the feeling is mutual because my orgasm hits hard, taking everything with it but the ability to cry out his name as my inner walls convulse around his cock, squeezing him hard.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it…I’m coming, babe…” His grip on me increases, and his cock pulses inside me as he comes, coating my insides.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, grazing his teeth over my skin, making me shiver. “So hot,” he whispers.
“I guess that’s sex outside checked off the list.” I laugh softly.
Liam chuckles and kisses my shoulder again. “We should make a move, get out of here.” He sounds disappointed.
I’m disappointed, too. I could live with him inside me permanently—well, not permanently, but you know what I mean.
He gently pulls out of me, leaving me with that empty feeling I dislike so much. Then, he helps me up. The moment I’m upright, I feel his cum trickle out of me.
“I need something to clean myself with.” I point to the offending drip, and then I pull my bra back up, covering my breasts.
Liam looks around and then picks up Squishy.
“No way! I’m not cleaning myself on Squishy.”
Laughing, he drops Squishy back onto my bag.
Then, I spy a roll of blue paper towels down the side of the pond. “Grab me some paper towels. I’ll use that.”
Liam tucks himself back into his pants, fastening them up, and then he gets me some paper towels.
I clean myself up and then look for somewhere to dispose of the towels. I find a bin under the pond.
“Here, you forgot your buttons.” Liam stands in front of me. He starts to button up my dress. Then, he cups my face and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Perfect,” he murmurs.
Yes, you are. So perfect that you make me wish things were different.
But they’re not.
Liam picks up my bag and Squishy. He hangs my bag on my shoulder and hands me Squishy.
“We should go,” he says.
I follow behind Liam. He lifts the tarpaulin and ducks his head out.
“Clear,” he whispers, stepping out.
He holds the tarpaulin, letting me out.
Then, we’re back out in the carnival, and it’s almost like it never happened.
But it did.
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��I can’t believe we just did that.” I grin up at Liam.
“Believe it, babe. And I got you this as a memento”—from his back pocket, he pulls out the rubber ducky that was sticking me in the ass and hands it to me—“so every time you look at it, you’ll remember the time when you had sex with that hot English dude in a Hook a Duck tent.”
I don’t tell him that I don’t need the duck to remember him because I will always remember him. Even when I close my eyes for the very last time and go join my family, Liam will be the last thing I see.
Instead, I smile and swallow. I take the duck from him and hold it with Squishy to my chest.
“Ducky can be a friend for Squishy,” I tell Liam.
He laughs. “Ducky and Squishy. Has quite a ring to it. But not as good as Hunter and Boston sound together.” He puts his arm around my shoulder, as we start to walk back into the crowd at the carnival.
Hunter and Boston. Together.
If only.
Some things in life just aren’t meant to be forever.
Liam and I are one of those things.
I stayed at Liam’s place after the carnival. He woke me up in the morning, bright and early, to tell me that something had come up at work and he had to go into the office.
I was a little disappointed about not spending the day with him. I was kind of used to being around him.
But then he told me that he had booked me a spa day at my hotel—well, his hotel—and that it was his treat. I thanked him but told him that I’d pay for it myself.
He just smiled and said he’d have them add it to my bill to pay when I left the hotel.
He was so lying. He wouldn’t have them add it to my bill.
But I didn’t argue. I just got up, and he made eggs and toast for me before he left to go to the office.
Honestly, the guy is perfect. If I had a lifetime left, I’d be hanging on to him.
After breakfast, I headed back to my hotel. Liam had sent Paul back to drive me, which was sweet.
Then, I spent the day getting pampered. I had a massage, facial, and manicure and pedicure.
It was awesome.
I’d never had a spa day before, so I mentally added it to my list and ticked it off.
When I got back to my room, all relaxed and feeling pretty, a garment bag was lying on my bed, waiting for me, with a note on it from Liam.
It said I had to wear the dress—no arguments—to pack an overnight bag, as I’d be staying at his apartment, and that he’d be at the hotel to pick me up at seven thirty.
So bossy. But it’s one of the things I like about him. Liam knows what he wants, and he just goes for it.
I pulled open the zipper on the garment bag, and inside was a gorgeous long black dress that had diamantes covering the shoulder straps and a fitted diamante belt sitting just under my breasts. A pair of strappy high-heeled sandals were also included in the garment bag, too.
It was all very Pretty Woman. I did wonder if I could put it down as my romantic movie moment—except that I wasn’t a hooker.
So, I did as I had been told.
I applied my makeup and did my hair, styling it up into a pretty chignon with the help of a How to Do a Chignon YouTube video. Got to say, when I was finished, my hair was looking good, and I was feeling mighty proud of myself.
I put on my nicest and sexiest black underwear, and lastly, I slipped into the dress and shoes.
I looked in the mirror, and I barely recognized myself. I looked grown-up. And I felt like a movie star.
For that moment, I wasn’t Taylor Shaw, brain tumor girl.
I was Taylor Shaw…pretty woman.
Minus me being a hooker or snagging Richard Gere.
But I did have my own businessman, Liam Hunter, and that was way, way better.
Liam picked me up, as promised, at seven thirty. I loved the look on his face when he saw me wearing the dress. Like a kid in a candy store with a hundred dollar bill in his hand.
He had Paul drive us to an exclusive French restaurant in London. We ate crazy food, like escargot, and drank champagne all night. We had the best time just laughing and talking.
He didn’t push me to talk about my past. He just asked what I wanted for my future.
I didn’t have anything to tell him because I wouldn’t have a future.
So, I told him the things I used to want before losing my family.
I said that I was thinking about getting a master’s in English literature when I got back to Boston.
That took us onto talking about his college days.
Liam told me that he went to Cambridge, and he had a degree in business.
Then, he told me more about his companies and his business goals for the future.
But, honestly, it didn’t matter what he was talking about. I was just happy to listen to him. I could seriously listen to the man talk all night.
Partly because of his hot accent. But, mostly, I just liked listening to what he had to say.
I saw just how smart and driven and incredibly ambitious he is.
Listening to Liam talk about his company and his business plans for the future made me happy.
I knew I wouldn’t be here to see it all happen, but at least I knew that he’d be happy, doing what he loved.
I truly had the best night with him. But then again, every night…every moment spent with Liam was amazing.
I’m so thankful that I met him. I couldn’t imagine being here without him and completing my list without him. The thought of taking Liam out of the equation…makes the list seem dull.
He’s added color to my life. He’s brightened up the time I have left, and for that—though he’ll never know—I will be eternally grateful to him.
After we finished dinner and I was obscenely full and a little drunk, Paul drove us back to Liam’s apartment.
Liam and I just made it inside his apartment before we started having sex. It wasn’t like when we’d ended up doing it against his front door, but it was just as hot.
He carried me to the sofa, and I rode him to climax while still wearing my dress and heels.
After sex, he carried me to the bathroom. He set me down on my feet, took my dress off, and turned on the shower. We spent time washing each other. When the soap was all rinsed off of him, I got down on my knees, took his cock in my mouth, and let him fuck my mouth.
After the blow job and shower was over, we got out and dried off.
We got in bed, and as it turned out, we weren’t done because we ended up having sex again.
Clearly, I can’t get enough of the man.
But the sex was different that time. It was slower. Not the crazy sex or frantic fucking we normally did.
It was passionate and intense.
After we both came, Liam stayed inside me for a really long time, just holding me and kissing me, before he eventually had to move to clean up.
When he was finished, he came back to bed and wrapped me up in his strong arms, and that was where I slept all night.
But not now, as I’m alone in bed, and the space where Liam was is empty and cold.
I open my eyes and look at the clock on the nightstand. Squishy and Ducky are sitting beside it. I smile at the memory of the carnival and the fun we had in the Hook a Duck tent.
The clock reads seven fifteen. Too early for me.
Part of me wants to put my head under the pillow and go back to sleep, but the bed feels weirdly empty without Liam here, and my head has started buzzing a little. I really hope it’s the aftereffects of the champagne last night, as I really don’t want to deal with a headache right now.
I didn’t have one at all yesterday, not even a twinge. So, I worry that I might pay for that today.
I should get something to drink, rehydrate, and try my best to ward off a coming headache.
But I know all the water in the world won’t fix what causes my head to scream in pain.
Getting up, I reach for Liam’s shirt, which he tossed on the floor last ni
ght, and pull it on, fastening up some of the buttons.
It’s all wrinkled, but it smells of him, and that’s what I like—having Liam’s scent all around me.
I use the bathroom and head into the kitchen, as that’s where I usually find him. But the kitchen’s empty.
I check the living room, but he’s not there either.
Considering the amount of time that I’ve spent in Liam’s apartment, I haven’t checked it all out. I’ve seen the living room, kitchen, guest bathroom, and Liam’s bedroom—multiple times—but that’s it.
I pad down the hall, my feet cold against the hardwood floor after leaving the warmth of his plush bedroom carpet. I walk past the guest bedroom and pause at the doorway of the guest bathroom that I used the first night I came here.
God, that seems so long ago. In reality though, it was only a handful of days ago.
It’s like time has slowed down since I met Liam. I’m thankful for that. If these two weeks with him end up feeling like a lifetime, then I will forever be grateful for that.
I just pray the tumor lets me last that long.
Truth is, I don’t know how long I have left. Could be months. Weeks. Days…
And that’s why I have to make this time, here right now, count.
With Liam and completing my list before I go to join my family.
I keep walking, and my ears suddenly become alert to the sounds of heavy breathing.
What the…
I pick up my pace and realize that the heavy breathing is coming from behind a door toward the end of the hallway. I walk toward it, my heart rate picking up a little, until I get close enough to register the telltale sounds of someone exercising.
Liam must be working out in there.
I open the door to a fully equipped out gym. Fancy. And it’s clearly how he manages to keep that awesome body of his…well, awesome.
The opposite wall to me is solid glass. I can see the whole of London from it.
Liam is on a treadmill facing the view. Earbuds are in his ears. There’s also a flat screen up on the wall to the right of him, and the business channel is on.
But, as he runs, his focus is on the view.
I’m stuck on his powerful body as he moves. Sweat is running in rivulets down the nape of his neck and over the muscles on his back. His skin is glistening.