190 Control

Liz just hadn't been able to control herself. The moment her moist lips met his warm ones, she completely let go, kissing him with such a passion that shocked Will.

He had been expecting a serious talk, so this caught him completely off guard.

However, he responded with even more passion, as he had just remembered what she had said before, when she had gotten off the limousine.

It had barely been two seconds, but Liz was already pulling at his clothes and hers, as if she didn't want anything on anymore.

He had just been too damn hot!

And she just wanted him, so, so much.

Yet, just at that moment, the car lurched into motion, and Liz fell into the divide between the seats while Will tumbled on top of her.

Finding themselves interrupted in this way, Liz breathed heavily and pulled Will with his collar close to her.

He could feel her hot breath on his skin, and her eyes that were gleaming with an intensity he had never seen before were driving him crazy.

Yet, she brought him close to her face, but didn't kiss him.

Instead, she pushed away, before closing her eyes forcefully and gulping, as if to control herself.

That feeling of WANTING him had completely taken over, and she could feel a moistness in her lower parts while that familiar bulge was back.

No. If this continued, then her first time might end up being in the car, on some unknown road.

So, with an expression of extreme frustration, Liz just said, "We can't continue. I'm afraid it'll go too far, and I don't want that to happen. Mr. Boyfriend, please, please plan something that will blow me away. The way you stood up for me back there was…"

Pausing, Liz pulled Will close again, placing his ear right beside her mouth.

"so HOT. I want you, but you're not making it happen. Please do."

Feeling adventurous, she bit his earlobe in an attempt to make sure that he would remember, which made him shudder before being pushed back by his chest.

Getting up, Liz arranged her dress and hair before sitting, but when she saw Will still sitting on the floor with a dazed expression, she chuckled.

Oh, she really loved seeing herself cast such a spell over him that he couldn't even move.

Indeed, Will was under such a strong spell of lust that he was afraid that he might rip off her clothes and just continue if he didn't control himself.

Her lips, her face, her neck, her chest…no, you idiot! The objective is to calm yourself down, not to lust for her more!

If you want all of those and more, then you know what to do!

Telling himself this and resolving that this would be at the TOP of his priority list, even trumping a multi-billion dollar deal, Will finally controlled that throbbing in his lower body before slowly rising up and taking a seat.

Letting out a deep breath, he only nodded at Liz, to show his answer.

This made Liz smile, before she decided to change the subject, as the sexual tension was still lingering around, refusing to leave.

"Will Mr. Benson be a problem? And do you blame me for strangling his wife?"

The second question actually made Will laugh, as he hadn't expected that she would phrase it in such a direct way.

"Of course not! I know what she must have been doing. And he won't be a problem. Although he's powerful, he knows better than to mess with us. I can handle him, alone. What about you? Do you blame me for not telling you about the Circle?"

This made Liz think for a bit, before saying, "I guess not. I trust that you might have been saving it for a better time. But you should have known that there is no good time to tell such a thing. In the future, just give it to me straight."

"Sure thing, especially when I saw the way you were unfazed even when a knife was inches away from stabbing you.

What did you use to do on the streets anyway?"

This made Liz put on a sly look, before saying. "Tell me how you are an expert in close combat, and I'll spill."

Hearing this, Will smiled wide and shook his head.

"Nothing gets past you, huh? Well, that's nothing special. I just have a special interest, so I attended quite a few classes with some ex-army personnel. My main trainer, by the way, is your chauffeur."

Although Liz could tell that this might not be the whole truth, she didn't mind. Will had already said that he would reveal everything step by step, so she trusted him to do just that.

Yet, she also chose not to reveal exactly what Melissa had said, as that seed of doubt inside her was still there, waiting to be swept away.

However, this revelation surprised her quite a bit.

"R-Rao? That genial man? He always smiles so sweetly!"

"Yes, in the army, he was known as the 'Smiling Destroyer'. Quite a hefty nickname, but from what I've seen of his reports, he earned it. Now then: I'm not really sure you need any protection, but it would set my heart at ease if you had some. I have my security contingent anyway. Would you mind Rao leading yours? Don't worry: it'll be covert, and you won't even know they're there."

"Keep saying sweet stuff like that, and we might end up continuing what we were doing before. Anyway, yes, I'm fine with that."

Liz was about to decline at first, but she agreed, deciding to honor his wishes instead of needlessly contradicting them.

Sometimes, it was best to judge which things to stand firm on, and which things not to take so seriously.

A few minutes later, Liz got off at her house, after giving Will a very brief "Good night" kiss on his cheeks and the corner of his lips, and she had felt quite amused on seeing that expression of hunger in his eyes. She could tell that he was taking her 'demand' seriously, so she looked forward all the more to what he would do.

However, before that, she was going to have to tackle this project, and show all those people waiting to watch her fail that she was someone they shouldn't have messed up.

Honestly, she was quite looking forward to it.

So, she went to sleep early, deciding to get up early and get started with a headstart, but her dreams were dominated by that heroic moment, and what might have been if she hadn't stopped Will, which made for an overall steamy night, but one where she didn't get all that much rest.