Liam let out a low, quiet giggle, his chest vibrating against her back as the heavy wooden door clicked shut.
Miss Kelly stood completely silent in front of him, her cheeks burning a deep, bright crimson.
She turned around abruptly, her small fist coming up to land a light, harmless punch right on his bare chest.
"Why on earth did you do that?!" she squeaked out, her voice a mix of utter embarrassment and breathless disbelief. "He was looking right at me!"
Liam looked down at her flushed face, a dark, confident smirk spreading across his lips. "Because I knew you'd like it."
"I did not!" she protested, crossing her arms over the oversized shirt to cover her chest.
Liam didn't bother arguing with words. He reached down, his fingers slipping smoothly under the hem of his black t-shirt, bypassing her lace underwear, and slid two fingers directly into her wet core.
"Ahnnn!"
Miss Kelly's back arched instantly, her knees going weak as a loud, helpless moan tore from her throat.
