Chapter 149: Well, Hello There.*

The air in the apartment was thick with a tension that had been simmering for days, a magnetic pull that seemed to vibrate between Liam and Sophia the moment the door clicked shut. The flowers in Liam’s hand were a mere formality, a charming gesture that served as the perfect smokescreen for the raw, carnal hunger burning in his eyes. As Sophia turned to lead him inside, the distance between them vanished.

Liam didn’t wait for an invitation. He reached out, his large hands sliding with possessive intent over the curves of her hips before firmly gripping her ass. He squeezed the plush flesh, his fingers digging in just enough to let her know exactly how much he’d missed the feel of her. He wanted her right here, right now, and the heat radiating from her body only fueled his desperation.

Sophia let out a soft, surprised gasp, her breath hitching as she felt the strength of his grip. For a moment, she leaned back into him, her body betraying her by arching instinctively toward his touch. But then, with a playful flick of her hips and a mischievous glint in her eyes, she broke the hold. She stepped away with a graceful, teasing glide, leaving his palms cold and empty as she walked toward the dining table to drop the flowers.

"You’ve got some nerve, Liam," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that did absolutely nothing to discourage him.

As she leaned over the table to set the bouquet down, Liam’s gaze dropped, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. She was wearing a skirt that could barely be classified as clothing—a sliver of fabric that hugged her hips and stopped well above the curve of her cheeks.

Every time she moved, the hem rode up further, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of the pale, soft skin of her thighs and the swell of her backside.

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iam’s mind raced, his thoughts narrowing down to a single, primal objective. He didn’t want coffee or toast; he knew exactly what he wanted for breakfast.

He moved with a predator’s silence, closing the gap between them in two long strides. Before Sophia could straighten up, Liam was there, pressing his body flush against her back. The contact was electric. He crowded her against the edge of the table, his chest heaving against her shoulder blades, and most importantly, his crotch pressing firmly into the cleft of her buttocks.

Sophia stopped dead still. She didn’t pull away; instead, an evil, knowing grin plastered itself across her face. She could feel it—the hard, unrelenting ridge of his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers, poking directly into her soft flesh.

She tilted her head back, her eyes dancing with amusement and lust. "What is that?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence. "I hope that’s your phone in your pocket, Liam."

Liam chuckled, the sound low and vibrating in his chest, a rumble that Sophia could feel echoing through her own spine. He didn’t move an inch, keeping the pressure constant, letting her feel every inch of his arousal.

"Is it?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive shell of her ear. "I wouldn’t know. I think it’s something else entirely."

Without warning, he wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, locking her in place and pulling her back even tighter. He ground his hips forward, a slow, deliberate movement that forced his bulge to slide against her buttocks, molding himself to her curves. The friction was agonizingly perfect.

"You’re very naughty, papito," Sophia moaned, the sound a mixture of a sigh and a plea. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut.

That single moan was the spark that lit a fire in Liam’s gut. He could tell she was already wet, her body practically humming with a need that mirrored his own. She wasn’t fighting him; she was inviting him in, her body pulling him closer even as she played the game of denial.

His gaze wandered upward, taking in her outfit. She wore a crop top that was so short it barely covered her breasts, looking more like a piece of intimate lingerie than actual outerwear.

The thin fabric strained against her chest, the nipples peaking through, teasing him with the promise of what lay beneath.

Driven by a surge of lust, Liam’s hand began to wander, sliding down from her waist toward the hem of that dangerously short skirt.

His fingers brushed the skin of her upper thigh, intending to slide underneath the fabric and find the heat of her pussy.

But just as he reached the edge of the fabric, Sophia shifted. With a quick, nimble movement, she shoved his hand away, laughing softly.

She stepped out of his embrace and waved her fingers in a "no" gesture, a playful denial that only served to make the tension more unbearable.

"Not so fast..." she whispered, her eyes locking onto his with a challenging spark. "I decide when we eat, remember?"

Liam let out a rough chuckle, his breath coming in heavy pants.

He was hard as fuck, his cock throbbing with a rhythmic intensity that felt like it was about to burst through his pants. He wanted to flip her over the table and drive himself into her until she screamed his name, but he knew Sophia. She loved the chase. She loved the anticipation.

He decided to play along, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms, watching her with a hungry, possessive gaze. He wasn’t about to rush his food; he was going to savor every single second of this.

Sophia, sensing his surrender to the game, decided to put on a show. She began to move, her hips swaying in a slow, rhythmic dance. She didn’t touch him, but she stayed just inches away, circling him like a siren. Every time she passed, her ass would accidentally—or perhaps very intentionally—brush against his cock.

Each contact sent a violent shiver down Liam’s spine. He watched the way her muscles moved under the thin fabric, the way her breasts bounced slightly with every step. The scent of her perfume, mixed with the natural musk of her arousal, filled his senses, clouding his judgment.

"You’re torturing me, Sophia," he groaned, his voice grating and raw.

"Am I?" she teased, spinning around so her back was to him once more. She arched her back, pushing her ass out and glancing at him over her shoulder with a look of pure provocation. "I thought you liked a challenge."

She continued to dance, a slow, sensual grind that teased the very edge of his control.

He watched her, his eyes tracing the line of her spine down to the swell of her hips, imagining how she would feel wrapped around him, how her tight walls would grip him.

Finally, the tension reached a breaking point. Liam couldn’t take the barrier of cloth between them any longer. He reached down, his movements slow and deliberate, and unzipped his fly. With a sharp exhale, he freed himself, his cock springing out with a violent snap, fully erect and pulsing.

It was thick and heavy, the head already glistening with a thick bead of precum that leaked slowly down the shaft, a testament to how badly he wanted her. He stood there, exposed and raw, his hardness on full display in the middle of the room.

Sophia stopped her dancing instantly. Her eyes dropped, widening as she took in the sight of him. She didn’t look away; instead, she stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the leaking tip of his cock. A slow, hungry smile spread across her lips, and she subconsciously licked them, her tongue darting out to taste the air.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark with a mixture of lust and dominance.

"My god, Liam..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She reached out, not to touch him yet, but to hover her fingers just an inch away from the glistening head.

"You look so desperate. Do you need some help with that?"