When the limo arrived at his penthouse building, Liam did not waste any time in half pulling and half carrying Frankie to the private lift. They were dropped off at the basement parking to avoid the probing eyes at the lobby. The ride to the 25th floor seemed like forever but they survived by groping and kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Upon reaching the front door, Liam leaned at the wall as Frankie pushed the passcode. Their lips never once leaving each other. After two attempts, they got inside.
Liam’s hand was dangerously at Frankie’s backside and almost inside her undies and his mouth was on her neck. Her legs were on his waist and her hands fisting his hair. They would have undressed each other right then and there at the confines of the living room when they heard
