This Is Where I Sleep by Tiffany Patterson Page A

receiving end. 
    “Ohhh shiiiitt!” I yelled as my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. Tingles of ecstasy shot through my entire body, and I closed my eyes to see stars.
    Liam was relentless, however, as he continued to eat me through my orgasm, licking every last drop of my moisture.
    “I don’t think I need dinner after that.” He stood up a few moments later and stared down at me, licking his lips. His hands remained on my thighs, and he moved his eyes to my core as if he was contemplating going in for a second round. It was when he bent over and dipped his head that I finally moved.
    “Oh hell no,” I said, pressing my palm to his chest pushing him back. I quickly sat up, and tried to hop down off his desk with as much tact as possible, but that was hard to do with my panties and jeans down around my ankles. I still felt the aftermath of Liam’s mouth between my legs, and my pussy throbbed for more, but I ignored that feeling as I slid my jeans up my legs and turned to pick up my belongings and leave, but I was stopped by a hand on my wrist.
    “Have dinner with me.”
    I raised a skeptical eyebrow, looking up into his eyes. I cocked my head to the side giving him an, “Are you crazy?” look and he merely chuckled again.
    “I’ve missed the hell out of you, CeCe,” he said, repeating the same thing he said in my hotel room the week before. I heard something in his voice that I refused to allow myself to contemplate too much.
    Then why’d you leave? I wanted to yell out, but I bit my bottom lip to keep from asking. Liam didn’t miss the move and lifted his hand to run his thumb across my bottom lip.
    “It’s just dinner. I’m meeting a client for drinks to discuss some work, but you and I can have dinner right after. I’ll bring Larry’s laptop.”
    My eyes widened as I remembered the laptop being the reason that I had come to see him in the first place. I shook my head. “Ever the chess player.”
    “Always,” he confirmed.
    “Alright. Just dinner,” I said with a forcefulness even I didn’t believe.
    “Checkmate,” he stated, grinning, knowing he’d won this little round. “And maybe you’ll tell me the whole reason you’re so interested in this case.” There was a hint of warning and concern in his voice.
    I knew he intended to find out everything I was keeping from him. My stomach dropped as I remembered how tenacious Li could be when it came to getting his way. The lines between personal and professional had clearly been crossed with this case, but I refused to put Li in any more danger possibly. The issue was my problem to solve.
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    “Do you mind if we sit at that table?” I asked the waitress, pointing to a table in the corner. From that table I could see every exit and point of entry. The young waitress looked at me and for the briefest moment I saw scorn pass over her face before she plastered on a smile. I know she was taking note of my subpar jeans and blazer. Usually, jeans weren’t allowed in The French Room, but I knew entering with Liam Bennett got my wardrobe overlooked.
    “Sure,” she answered with false cheer.
    “Still not sitting with your back to the door, huh?” Liam asked, smiling at me once the waitress had left.
    We’d spent the last thirty minutes at the bar’s restaurant for Li’s work meeting. As usual, I requested a seating that allowed me to see all the entry and exit points. It was the same reason I chose to sit where I did in Li’s office. By then we were sitting down for dinner.
    “You’ve gotten lax in your old age,” I retorted. “There was a time that you wouldn’t have sat with your back to the door either.”
    “I’ve gotten lax about some things, but never about others,” he replied, staring at me sharply. I knew he was no longer talking about views of restaurant doors, but I chose not to address his underlying meaning.
    “Well, I haven’t had the luxury of being able to get lax.”
    Li tilted his head slightly and gave me a