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Thank fucking god.

“Good answer, Pixie.”

Griffin has moved to the opposite side of the bed, already stripped down to his boxers. I jerk my head at him. “You got her?”

He nods, and I roll off the bed just as he climbs on, bending over to kiss her upturned lips.

I make quick work of removing my clothes before I get back on the bed and start peeling down Olivia’s pants. I take extra care easing them over her ankle, then make my way back up, kissing her warm, soft skin as I go. I reach her pussy and with my hands, spread her legs.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur.

I glance up to see Griffin helping her out of her shirt, then they collapse back on the bed, tangled up, kissing each other wildly.

Looking back down at her glistening pussy, I lower my head and lick a stripe up the middle.

I hear her cry out, but it’s muffled by Griff’s mouth covering hers. God, she tastes like heaven. I could drown in her and I would die a happy man.

Is it weird that all it took was seeing her standing in HQ to reduce me to nothing but a mess of hormones, crazy with lust and need for this woman?

Oh well.

I’m not complaining.

It doesn’t take long until her hips start to writhe underneath me. I’m barely holding back from humping the fucking bed, I’m so hard. I suck her clit into my mouth, feeling a flood of wetness coat my tongue, and I know I’m seconds away from making a mess all over.

I rise up, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist as I notch my cock to her entrance and slowly push in.

Her hand reaches for me, and I take it, threading our fingers together as I start to rock back and forth, inching my way inside with every thrust.

“Oh my god, Denver,” she moans, finally tearing away from Griff.

“This is gonna be fast, Pix. You feel too damn good. Fuck, so good,” I grunt as my balls draw tight. I try to think of something. Anything to slow down the orgasm barrelling toward me, but it’s no use.

There’s no stopping how I feel about Olivia.

I come with a shout of her name, groaning as my hips shudder and jerk into her. I carefully pull out of her pussy and collapse down beside her, loving the dreamy expression on her beautiful face when she turns toward me for a kiss.

“Can you handle any more?” Griff asks in a low voice from the other side of her.

“Of course, she can,” I say, stroking my hand down her shining hair. “Right, beautiful? You wanna ride Griff’s cock?”

“Foxxy,” he growls warningly. “Let her answer.”

Olivia gives me a soft smile, then rolls away from me, climbing up onto her knees and carefully swinging her injured foot over so that she’s straddling his waist.

“I want you,” she says simply.

22

GRIFF

I wake up once again to a welcome warmth weighing down one arm. I slowly blink my eyes open to see a mess of blonde hair right beside me.

Olivia.

She’s curled up on her side in front of me, her ass pressed right up against me. I lift my head and see that Foxxy’s not here with us. The bedroom door is closed, but I assume he’s out in her apartment somewhere.

Judging by the sound of her slow and steady breathing, Liv is still asleep. I’m glad for that, because as my brain comes online, it starts to spiral. Just as it did the morning after at the cabin, only worse.