Chapter 33: Do You Want To Fuck Me, Liam?**

Vanessa stood at the door, her hand resting on the knob but making no move to turn it. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken tension. Liam watched her, confused by the hesitation. She should have been gone by now. Instead, she turned slowly to face him, her eyes dark and unreadable.

Then she raised her top.

It started slowly—a deliberate, teasing motion. Her fingertips caught the hem of the fabric, inching it upward inch by agonizing inch. The pale skin of her midriff emerged first, then the undersides of her breasts. Liam’s breath caught in his throat.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

Truth be told, Vanessa had no idea. The words had left her mouth before she’d fully processed them. But standing there, watching his composed face crack just slightly, she felt a thrill race through her. She could blame it on the alcohol later. But the undeniable truth was simple: she was attracted to him. That much was obvious to both of them now.

"I’m doing what you asked," she replied, her voice low and husky.

Liam blinked. He’d said that as a challenge, knowing there was no way in hell she would actually do it.

"Huh? Stop playing," he said, pushing himself up from the couch. He walked toward her, intending to open the door and usher her out before this went any further.

But the moment he was within a few inches of her, she raised the fabric higher.

The hem reached her nipples. Then passed them. Her areolas came into view—dark, swollen, the flesh already tightening in the cool air of the room. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as the fabric brushed against her sensitive peaks.

"Do I keep going?" Vanessa whispered, her eyes locked on his. "Tell me when to stop."

There it was. Liam had acted so composed, so in control, but the bulge in his pants betrayed him entirely. His cock throbbed aggressively, straining against the fabric of his black shorts. It aligned itself alongside his thigh, pressing outward but not poking forward—a subtle angle that made it harder for her to see directly. But the shape was unmistakable.

"Stop..." Liam said, the word barely a whisper.

But Vanessa’s top kept rising.

Another inch. The full curve of her breasts emerged, heavy and full, the nipples fully exposed now. They were perfect—round, firm, the areolas a deep pink that contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin. A soft moan escaped her lips as the fabric caught momentarily on her nipples before sliding past.

"Stop," Liam repeated, but his voice had lost all authority.

She didn’t stop.

"I said stop!"

Liam’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. He pinned it against the door, his body pressing into hers, the fabric of her top still bunched just below her collarbone. Her breasts were fully exposed now, pressed against his chest through the thin cotton of his shirt.

"Hooo?" Vanessa breathed, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You like to take charge?"

Liam’s breathing was ragged. His chest heaved against hers, and he could feel the soft warmth of her skin through his shirt. His cock throbbed painfully, trapped against his thigh, and he knew she could feel it pressing against her hip.

"Fuck," he thought. "I’ve fallen into her trap."

Vanessa was a single woman. She had no husband to answer to, no boyfriend waiting at home. And if Liam actually had the potential to do what he’d promised—to build a firm that could rival Harlan—then there was no harm in getting on his good side. Even if he rejected the New York offer.

"You look so conflicted, Liam," she murmured, her free hand coming up to trace the line of his jaw. "So tense. Let me help you relax."

He pulled his head back, his eyes narrowing. "You’re just like her..."

The words slipped out, barely audible, his voice dripping with disgust. But Vanessa’s lips curved into a nefarious smile.

"Just like who?" she asked, her voice honey-sweet. "Sara, perhaps?"

Something snapped inside Liam. His grip on her wrist tightened, his jaw clenching. "You...!"

Vanessa’s smirk widened. She had him. "Does that name make you angry, Liam?" she purred. "Does it make your blood boil? Or does it make your cock twitch?"

Liam knew he couldn’t push this further. What if this was all a ploy? What if Mrs. Harriet had sent her not just to recruit him, but to set him up? A man would lose his mind if a woman like Vanessa offered to show him those massive breasts in a normal setting. This could be a trap to force him into accepting the position via blackmail.

He sighed, his grip loosening. But just as he began to pull away, Vanessa’s thigh slid between his legs. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The soft pressure against his bulge made him gasp. She pressed upward, her thigh rubbing firmly against the length of his trapped cock through his shorts. A low groan escaped his throat before he could stop it.

"That is so big, Liam," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "I wonder how many times you fucked Sara with that big thing..." Her thigh moved again, slow and deliberate. "I don’t even think it can fit in me."

She was good at this. Too good. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through Liam’s body, his hips instinctively pressing forward into her thigh. A soft, strangled moan escaped his lips—part protest, part surrender.

"Vanessa..." he breathed, his voice cracking.

But then she withdrew.

Just like that, the warmth was gone. She stepped back, smoothing her top down with practiced ease, covering those magnificent breasts as if nothing had happened.

"I was just messing around, Liam," she said, her voice light and teasing. "Lighten up."

She turned toward the door, reaching for the knob. But instead of opening it, she pressed her back against the door and arched her hips backward, pushing her ass firmly against his bulge.

His cock, still throbbing, was sandwiched between her cheeks through the thin fabric of his shorts and her jeans. The pressure was exquisite—warm, tight, maddening.

"Oops," she said, her voice dripping with fake innocence.

She moved her hips up and down twice, a slow, deliberate motion that made Liam’s knees weak. The friction against his sensitive flesh was almost unbearable. A soft moan escaped his lips—helpless, animalistic.

"Nggghh~!" Liam tried his best to keep his composure.

Then she stepped away.

Turning back to face him, she let her eyes trail down his body, lingering on the visible outline of his arousal. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately.

"I will be seeing you again, Liam," she said. Her voice was warm, promising. She liked him. And to her, there was no reason why she couldn’t explore this—this wasn’t just business anymore. It was personal.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Liam stood alone, his massive cock throbbing aggressively within his shorts, the ghost of her touch still burning on his skin.

"What the fuck just happened?"