Escaping Reality

motion.
    We step onto the elevator and though I know the building is tall I
    gape at the panel that reads 107 floors. “107 floors?”
    Liam punches in a code and then directs us to the top floor. “Yes,
    107.”
    “That’s an intimidating elevator ride.”
    He molds me close. “I’ll protect you,” he vows, and I’m not sure he’s
    talking about the elevator ride. I’m not sure anything is what it seems ever
    in my world.
    “Why 107?”
    “105 had been done and seven is lucky.”
    “You believe in luck?”
    “You don’t?”
    “Not really.”
    “We ended up seated together on a plane. I’d say that’s pretty
    lucky.”
    I soften inside, and more of that warmth he stirs in me pools low in
    my belly and slides hotly between my thighs. “I think my luck is changing.”
    The car jumps a little and I jump with it.
    “Or not. What was that?”
    “The car stops at floor one hundred and shifts to the right slightly.”
    “I don’t think I want to know why.”
    “It’s part of the sway built into the top of the tower.” The elevator
    stops. “And just that quick, we’re here.” The doors slide open and I’m more
    than a little glad to get the heck off the car after that jump, planned or not.
    We exit into a hallway and Liam indicates another elevator. “The last
    two floors require another ride up, but I want to show you something first.”
    “Aren’t we going to be late to dinner?”
    “I told you 7:00 and them 7:30.”
    We travel a narrow hallway with glass windows from floor to ceiling
    and I feel a bit dizzy and unsteady. Liam opens a huge wooden door and
    motions me inside. I step into an oval-shaped room that is nothing but
    windows and random pairs of leather chairs split by small tables.
    Liam takes my hand and I always have this sense he is worried I am
    about to run away.
    But I’m not running from him. It’s time he knows I’m running to him.
    He leads me to the far side of the room and it is like I am standing on a
    cloud staring down at buildings twinkling like stars.
    “It’s beautiful.”
    “So are you,” he murmurs, his body framing mine from behind.
    “You know,” I say, turning in his arms, “Mike might have some merit
    with the whole
    ‘tallest building’ idea. He knows you won’t make it just another tall
    building.”
    “He knows he wants the tallest building. Period. The end.”
    He turns me and sets me down in a chair, going down on a knee in
    front of me and sliding my skirt up my thighs. I look over my shoulder. “No
    one is going to catch us,” he assures me. “I locked the door.”
    He cups my sex and suddenly jerks on my panties, ripping them
    away. I gasp. “Liam!”
    He laughs and shoves them in his pant pocket. “Now I have
    something to think about while ol’ Mike runs his mouth.” His hands stroke
    back up my thighs. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”
    My cheeks heat at his boldness, but I agree. “Yes.”
    “Did you take a pregnancy test?”
    I’m taken aback by the unexpected question. “I told them I might be
    at the hospital.”
    His lips curve. “I did, too.”
    “You did?”
    “Yes. Did they test you?”
    “Yes. But they said it was too soon to be accurate.”
    “When can you tell?”
    “I think another week.”
    “Call the doctor and ask.”
    I nod. “I will.”
    “Tomorrow.”
    “Yes. Tomorrow.”
    “I’m going to give us both something else to think about over
    dinner.” He slips two
    fingers into the V of my body.
    “Liam,” I gasp. “Not here.”
    “Yes. Here.” And before I can object again, his head is between my
    thighs and his tongue laps at my clit. I mean to object. Really I do, but his
    fingers slide inside me and he is licking me in that way he does that drives
    me insane.
    I grab the arms of the chair and Liam pushes the skirt of my dress
    higher, lifting one of my legs to his shoulder. For a moment, I drink in the
    image of me sitting in the chair with this gorgeous man between my legs
    and me spread wide for him, and it is erotic and exciting, like everything
    with Liam. Pleasure spikes, already building in some deep spot in my sex
    and I swear I just keep on being the easiest orgasms this man has ever
    given anyone. He touches me and I shudder. He licks and I moan. And that
    is just what happens. He licks me again, I moan, and then my sex clenches
    around his fingers. I shatter like glass thrown to the ground, instantly, and
    in tiny little pieces, pleasure splintering