From New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones comes the second book in the sexy, suspenseful new The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series. Picking up where Escaping Reality left off, Infinite Possibilities follows Amy and Liam, the darkly entrancing billionaire who demanded everything from her and offered even more — but can she trust him?
Secrets and Lies. They are everywhere: haunting her, tormenting her. In the midst of it all, he'd been her escape, her passion. The only person she'd trusted in six years. And then he'd made her doubt that trust, wounding her deeply. But she is ready to fight and not just for survival. She is fighting for the truth and she won't stop until she has it, not even for . . . him.
"We can't stay locked up in your apartment forever."
"And you can't keep running forever, either."
"I left everything behind and got out of New York for a reason. What part of that do you not understand?"
"And that reason was what? What spooked you that night I met you?"
I open my mouth and snap it shut as his words replay in my mind. I can handle Amy. The coldness of that statement bites back any confessions about my handler's existence.
"Safety," I reply honestly. "I left because New York isn't safe for me."
Liam's eyes harden and I sense his frustration. "You do know, the more you tell me, the easier it is for me to protect you, don't you?"
"I was living in New York and I left. That should tell you all you need to know."
"All that tells me is what I already knew. You need my protection."
"Why do I keep feeling like that word means captivity?"
He pulls me close, his fingers a tight vise on my arm, his body warm, hard like his voice. "Because that's what you've been in for six long years and I know you want it to end. I want it to end, too."
"I need my life back, Liam. That's true, but you taking it over isn't going to do that for me."
"That's where you're wrong, baby. Because that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to get your life back, Amy—which means keeping you alive to enjoy it. Even if you hate me in the process." He settles back in his seat, his body as unyielding as his declaration.
I stare at him a moment, a million things I want to shout at him racing through my mind while I wish away Tellar. I force myself to fall back on the seat and look forward. The next few seconds of silence ripple with tension until I'm about to boil over with emotion.
"You're making me crazy, Liam," I say, twisting in my seat, pressing my hand to his chest. "If we were alone, I'd—"
"You'd what?" he challenges, tangling his fingers in my hair and dragging my mouth a breath away from his. "Because I can think of a lot of things I'd do if we were alone right now." And before I can catch my breath, his mouth slants over mine and then he is kissing me, a deep, emotional kiss that is anguish and pain, and everything I haven't said but I feel. "And being alone with you," he adds softly when his lips gently lift from mine, "can't come soon enough for me."
Nor me, I think, my breath coming out in a pant. My body is on fire. I want him to kiss me again, as much as I fear that he will and I'll forget Tellar is here.
Somehow I force myself to lower my head to Liam's chest and discover the wild thrum of his heartbeat, the proof that he's on the edge of the proverbial cliff with me. With me. I like how that feels. I am not alone when I am with Liam.
His hand comes down on my head, a gentle but somehow seductive touch, and my lashes lower. My body relaxes into his, and for the first time in months I'm not thinking about Godzilla. I'm not thinking about lies and trust. There is just Liam.
"I think I might just tie you up in my bed and keep you there, like I threatened. You'd be mine for sure then. I could lick you, kiss you . . . punish you for denying you're mine. Maybe even spank your pretty little ass."
Spank me? I gasp and try to turn, my heart exploding in my chest, but he holds me easily, his fingers wrapping my wrists. One of his hands goes to my breast, cupping it, holding my back to his chest. "Easy, baby," he murmurs. "I won't spank you unless you ask me to."
The growly, deep quality of his voice is frighteningly arousing, considering the topic. "That's never going to happen."
"It's not about pain, baby. It's erotic pleasure and the kind of complete escape that leaves nothing but the moment. And the trust you give me because you're mine. It leaves no room for anything but you and me. You need that. We need that."
Any fear of the threat of a spanking evaporates. Yes, I whisper in my mind. I need that. Take me. Make me yours. I squeeze my eyes shut and when he turns me to face him, I open them. His eyes hold me spellbound, the air thickening around us.
He presses his fists into the wall by my head and tenderness settles over his face as he adds, "But what we need more than anything, Amy, is each other. I need you, baby. I need you alive and well, in my bed and in my life. The idea of losing you is torture, but I know you aren't my property. You're the woman who changed me in ways I don't even fully understand."
We are both exposed in ways I don't believe we've ever been with anyone else. The raw honesty in his eyes, the torment and fear, the vulnerability I sense in him, speak to my soul. He speaks to my soul. And suddenly I understand the sex games, and his need to control something when everything seems to be spinning and breaking apart.
I wrap my arms around his neck. "You're right. We do need each other. I need you, Liam, but—"
"No buts." He slides his fingers around my neck, dragging my mouth to his. "Say it again. I want to hear you say it again."
My heart squeezes with the vulnerability and need beneath his masculine command. His need for me. Mine for him. "I need you, Liam."
"And that is everything to me, Amy. You are everything."
He kisses me, his tongue parting my lips, and when mine reaches for his, when that first sensual connection happens, it's as if something bursts to life between us. This isn't a kiss, but an unleashing of wild heat. We're suddenly clinging to each other, touching each other, his arms wrapping around my neck, my legs around his waist.
In an instant I'm sandwiched between him and the wall, and his pants are to his knees, his shaft pushing into the slickness of my sex. He drives into me, stretching me, filling me, burying himself deeply, completely. I pant with the feel of him inside me, our foreheads settling together—another little thing that has become familiar, a sweet bond in the middle of absolute passion.
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