It was Liza’s turn to take a measured approach to tonight. Just be breezy. All the judgment she had heaped on Bev, and here she was again, in the arms of a man who could only give her a piece of himself, not all of him, and she would take it, at least for tonight. She was tired of feeling empty. Tonight they had recognized her for an event she and Dorsey and Park had put together. She had a win tonight, and she needed it after a series of losses. Why not try to run up the score while she could?

Once in his bedroom, Liza stood and tried to separate, but Dorsey would not let her go. He bent to kiss her again, but she pulled back and wagged her fingers. “We have plenty of time. More than fifteen minutes this time,” Liza teased. He brushed the soft skin of her jaw with his thumb as if he couldn’t believe she was actually here.

Liza pulled at his belt buckle. “I was so stupid before,” she said. “I kept ignoring my heart. I had all of this evidence, and I ignored it. But I won’t ignore this.” Dorsey sucked in a breath when Liza pulled his pants down. Liza slid her hands into the warm cotton of his boxer briefs. With her free hand, she pushed his underwear past his hips. His thick cock bounced forward and pulsed for her. A small bead of wetness pearled at the engorged tip. Liza licked her lips—she would swallow it whole if she could, and bent down to kiss the head. It jerked up in anticipation, trying to put itself into Liza’s hot mouth.

“Now that we’ve greeted each other . . .” Liza went to her knees. She was damn good at this and too rarely got to showcase her skills.

“Liza, I have no shame in telling you if you start there, this is going to be a short night. I’ve wanted you for so long. I cannot—” He stopped short when Liza’s mouth closed over him. She kneaded his butt as he thrusted deep into her mouth.

“Liza!” He held the crown of her head. Every vein in his cock pulsed and throbbed on Liza’s tongue. He was close, she knew.

“Oh my god, Liza. Fuck it all, I’m coming.” His voice was tight, and he seized and spilled himself into her mouth. He fell backward on the bed and did not speak. Liza hurried to the bathroom and spit in the sink. She found some mouthwash and gargled.

By the time she stepped back into the room, he was up and hard again.

“See? You just had to believe in yourself.” She smiled.

“You are so beautiful.” He covered his heart with his palm.

“More beautiful than . . . Ms. Venezuela?” She took another step toward him.