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Squeezing my eyes shut, I press my head into the table, the growing expanse of heat already shrinking into a tight ball. Blood rushes through me, the quick succession of every beat of my heart faster than the last.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he growls, moving back down to my ear. He runs his tongue along the shell. “How long I’ve wanted you?”
The part of me that can comprehend his words doesn’t care to know how much time I wasted not having this. But the other part—the one on the high of delirium—needs to know.
If not for the sake of knowing, then for much more selfish reasons.
“How long?”
He nips my earlobe. “Too fucking long.”
With that, he drives his fingers in harder, and my hips act of their own accord, moving back to meet his thrusts. My head swims as he continues his assault, curling them in the perfect spot while flicking my throbbing clit.
He only has his hands on me, and already I’m trying to figure out how I’ll go back to the mundane after this. Back to stolen moments under the covers or thinking that making love next to the ocean is the most romantic thing there is.
Theo and whatever tonight holds is what I’ll always look back on. What I’ll hold as the new standard.
I am so screwed.
As though he can hear my wavering thoughts, he presses his thumb against my tight ring of muscle. I jolt forward, but his strong hand holds me down as he pushes it just enough for my nerves to fray.
“Every part of you belongs to me tonight,” he groans, moving so fast now, I’m almost dizzy. “And I can’t wait to show you what being my obsession looks like.”
The air grows thinner from his words as I’m thrown over the edge with no warning, my core contracting and releasing from the orgasm ripping through me. He continues to fuck me with his fingers, drawing out the waves as they ride through me again and again.
I hiss out his name, my body quivering as everything coils tight. “Theo.”
“Yes, Ms. Tran?”
My voice is lost for a minute, my lungs burning as they expand. I’m still in partial disbelief that we’ve finally crossed the line while simultaneously realizing it was like the most natural thing in the world.
When I don’t say anything, he releases his hold and helps me sit up.
It’s when my eyes meet his that I realize nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever be the same.
Face flushed, pupils blown, lips swollen and parted, I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than Olivia Tran.
She’s staring up at me, a light dusting of pink covering her cheeks, her body completely bare.
Once upon a time, I would have had to fight the urge to look down, but the look of pure satisfaction etched in every inch of her delicate face is enough to hold all of my attention. The shimmer in her dark eyes, the tiniest curve of her mouth, the slow rise and fall of her shoulders with her easing breaths.
This is Olivia without a care in the world, and I’m completely enamored. Bewitched. Addicted.
Her little sounds of pleasure have already been memorized. Her soft skin’s been burned into my fingertips. The places that make her writhe or arch, or tighten are now part of my subconscious.
How someone could be so fucking stupid to let her go is beyond me, but in the end, I’m grateful.
Because all of her, every last bit, now belongs to me.
Without thinking, I reach out, gripping her chin lightly between my thumb and forefinger, and tip her head up the slightest bit. My eyes slip down, finding her lips, and I realize all I want to do is close the distance and finally claim them. Show her how bad—how deeply—my affection for her runs.
But the moment I move in, she slides two hands up, pressing lightly into my chest, forcing me back.
My brows draw together, but before confusion and the slight sting of rejection cement in place, she lightly hops from the table and slowly drops down.
Her eyes remain on me as her knees hit the hardwood beneath her, and her fingers find my belt buckle.
Realization hits me heavily in the stomach, and I grasp around her small wrists, shaking my head. “Olivia. This is your day. Let me—”
