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Stripped from the waist up, he’s sexy as hell, all those bulging muscles and tattoos burning my eyes. I’m wearing one of his white dress shirts and nothing else. Every so often, he fondles my breasts or hips, leaning in to kiss my neck and breathe me in. I’m pretty sure we’re about to have s*x on the kitchen island, too, but we’re interrupted by the sound of my cell phone ringing. It’s plugged into a recharger on the counter across from us. Liam crosses to it and looks at the screen. Without a word, he unplugs the phone and hands it to me. The screen reads, “#1 Dolly Fan.” Dear god. It’s my mother. When I glance up at Liam, he’s smirking. He pulls out one of the stools tucked into the overhang of the island, settles his bulk onto it, props his elbows on the countertop, and rests his ch
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