His whole body went still the second my hand settled over him.

I felt the shape of his cock under the fabric, already heavier than I expected. Liam looked down at my hand like he couldn’t believe it was actually there.

“Mary.” His voice came out lower than before.

“Take your hand off.”

I didn’t. I kept my palm right there and looked up at him with the same soft, hopeful expression I always used when I wanted something.

“You said you would see what you could do. I’m just showing you what I meant.”

He reached down and wrapped his fingers around my wrist,

“This is a bad idea,”...