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“Out of…”
“A hundred?”
I sigh. “Can you keep going? There’s no way I can sleep in this tonight.”
“Who said you’ll be sleeping?” His smile turns wicked. “Wife.”
I can’t see his hands. But I feel them, lifting and shifting the fabric of the dress until my legs are exposed. White silk blocks my view from his shoulders down, but I have an idea what he’s intending when the thong I’m wearing gets pulled down my legs.
My hips jerk when I feel his tongue trace my slit, the sudden sensation electrifying. He licks me until I’m shuddering and gasping, then replaces his tongue with his dick.
“This what you want?”
I’m too busy moaning to form actual words. There’s no worry. No second-guessing. I can just sink into the pleasure, knowing he’ll be there to keep me from drowning.
No one but Oliver has been able to push me so far, so quickly. I can feel a second orgasm cresting, even though I just came. The addiction only he can feed racing to the surface. He rubs my clit and I tighten around him, holding him, even though we’re permanently fused in other ways.
His strokes are deeper. Harder. Like he knows exactly what I need. And then he’s kissing me, possessing my mouth the same way he’s controlling the rest of my body. I come in a shuddering wave, feeling his release fill me with warmth.
“It will never be enough,” he whispers. “But it’ll be a hell of a lot of times.”
EPILOGUE
OLIVER
Sweat dribbles down my back in steady streams, the sun relentless in its beams. The group ahead of us finally moves ahead to the next hole, so we can stop standing around, baking in the heat.
“Easy angle,” my father says, carefully selecting a club and walking over to the waiting ball. But he surveys the course intently, not taking the shot immediately.
Crew groans, lifting his club and pressing it against the back of his neck as he looks up at the blue sky. “Just hit the damn ball, Dad.”
It’s crowded and hot, and our dad refuses to take anything less than a perfect shot.
Golf has never been Crew’s thing. My dad and I have played together a lot, but that was usually with possible clients. Never just the two of us.
But this outing was his idea, so here the three of us are, attempting to look past years of animosity and resentment and mistakes over the course of eighteen holes.
“Working in Hollywood has made you impatient.”
Crew rolls his eyes, then grabs a bottle of water from the golf cart. I stare at the motionless leaves on the palm tree until they begin to sway, the breeze off the water finally moving this way. The air is too warm to offer much relief, but it’s something. And despite the heat, the surroundings are beautiful. The lush green of the resort’s golf course stretches right up to one of the white beaches, with the turquoise water continuing into the horizon.
My dad finally takes his shot, rolling it close enough to the hole, he’ll probably make it on the next hit. Then, it’s Crew’s turn. His swing is weak, barely moving the ball. He scowls at my dad, who doesn’t offer a criticism, shockingly. My ball lands between theirs, not as close as my dad’s but not as far as Crew’s.
By the time we finish two more holes, my back is completely drenched with sweat. Crew and I exchange glances, and it’s like we’re kids again. Neither willing to break first.
Surprisingly, our father is the one who calls it first, suggesting we finish the course tomorrow. Crew and I quickly agree; Crew even more eagerly after our dad offers to take his kids for ice cream.
They drop me off at mine and Hannah’s private villa, after making plans to meet for dinner at six.
A gust of cold air greets me as I step inside the small house, the air conditioning raising goosebumps on my damp skin. There’s no sign of Hannah in the living room. I step into the bedroom, which is also empty, stripping off my sweaty polo and tossing it in a corner. I head toward the bathroom, where I left my swim trunks to dry last night.
To my surprise, the handle doesn’t move. It’s locked.
I knock. “Hannah?”
There’s a delay before she responds. “I thought you were out golfing.”
“It was crowded and hot, so we cut the trip short.”
