CHAPTER 45

Sam and Malik are indulged into a small talk. Being alone with Liam in the back is nothing but an ingredient for catastrophe. I'm almost yielding to this his little, enticing ploy of toying with my weak reserves.

"Oh God." I squirm, startled, Liam's hand reaching the apex of my thighs.

"What?" Sam cocks her head back.

Can't you be discreet? My subconscious yells, and back onto her seat, scowling.

"Nothing, I think I bit my tongue," I reply, feeling like the best liar in the world.

I hope they buy it.

"Damn you," I mutter soundlessly, eyeing Liam who grins like a child.

"Are you okay, Ms. Jones?" He keeps sliding his fingers smoothly all over my skin . . . heading to my— Oh no!

My tummy tightens, a foreign arousal invading me. "Um, yeah," I utter and grab his hand at the same time.

I swear I may start moaning all the saints' names if I don't deal with this playboy hiding beh