them still when she started shaking again. Then Liam's hips locked in tight against her and as she felt his hands on her back, he let out a long growl, coming and coming till she didn't think he could possibly have anything left to give her.
“Holy shit, what did we just do,” she gasped for air when she could finally talk. He laid down on top of her, forcing her flat against the bench again.
“Something amazing,” he replied, kissing along her shoulder blade. She managed to move her arm and she reached back, combing her fingers through his hair.
“Liam?”
“Yeah?”
“I'd like to reassess something.”
“What?”
“I think I'm more like a six – not black-out drunk yet, but beyond tipsy.”
He burst out laughing, then went back to kissing her skin.
“Don't tell me that, I want to believe it was my cunning sexual prowess that just gave you that monster orgasm,” he teased.
“It totally was, and if you get me something to drink, maybe you can show me some more of your 'prowess' before we go home.”
“I think I'm falling in love, angel cake. You are more fun than I ever would've thought possible.”
“See? Never judge a book by its cover.”
4
Katya woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright.
Where the fuck am I?
She winced at thinking such a bad word, and at the pounding headache that was raging between her ears.
She pressed a hand against her forehead and looked around. She was in an apartment, but it wasn't hers. This one was nice, with high ceilings and ornate crown molding. A glance over her shoulder showed her big bay windows and pale yellow wallpaper.
She was stretched out on a long white leather couch. She cringed as she looked down at herself. She had her bra on and her blouse, though it wasn't buttoned. She wasn't wearing her pants, and her panties were hooked around one ankle. Classy . She felt around her head and could tell that half her hair was still up in a bun, though it had gotten yanked around and was hanging askew off the side of her head. The rest of her hair was in a rats nest on the opposite side.
Jesus, how drunk did I get last night!?
She swung her legs off the couch so she could sit upright, and the soreness radiating out from her backside reminded her exactly what she'd gotten up to last night. All the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks. She'd gone out on a date. To a sex club. Where she'd had sex. Anal sex. With the club's owner. Liam Edenwieselhoff-whatever.
I don't even know his last name, and I must be in his apartment. Please, dear god, let this be his apartment.
Katya refused to think about anything. If she stopped to think, she'd literally die of embarrassment, and she didn't have time to die. A glance at a huge clock on the wall showed her it was eleven in the morning. She was two hours late for work.
She got to her feet and pushed away the rush of nausea that rolled over her. She hopped around, struggling to pull on her underwear. Once the satin was in place, she searched for her pants. She managed to track down her shoes and her purse, but the pants were simply gone. Shit, she didn't even remember coming to the apartment – how could she remember where her clothing was?
Oh god, oh god, did I come back here only half-clothed!? Did we take a cab? An Uber? Oh god, oh god, oh god.
“I can practically hear your thoughts, angel cake. Keep it down, I'm hungover as fuck.”
She'd been crawling around on her hands and knees, but at the sound of Liam's voice, she knelt upright. She hadn't realized it, but the whole apartment was like a giant studio, or a loft. There didn't seem to be any real walls, though there was tons of space. A huge platform bed sat on the other side of the room, and underneath a single flat sheet, Liam was completely stretched out on top of the mattress.
“I need to go,” she hissed, knee-walking over to the bed.
“Shouldn't that be my line?” he chuckled, not bothering to open his eyes. She lowered herself again and